I am a bragged. Yes, that's me. I brag. A lot. I have an ego as big as Eyre's Rock. Oops, I can't call it that now. It's Uluru. Ain't that a fancy title for a big stone. I am a proud dad. And humble. I am proud of my humility.
This morning was one of those mornings. You know, the one you have where it appears your running around like a chook with its head cut off? But we did get all done that we wanted.
Cathy had her four month check up today at the Maternal Health nurse. Basically what they do is to tell you what you already know. That is that your darling is "normal", what ever that it. Our "normal" child now weighs 6.690 kilograms. What's that in pounds do I hear you say? 6.69000 kilograms = 14.7489253 pounds. In other words she is on a good paddock and thriving. She is well on her way to doubling her birth weight by 6 months. What does that mean Well she was 4.3 kg at birth. So she should be 8.6 by 6 months. And I will still be able to out raspberry her. I will still get into trouble for taking way too long when it comes to changing a nappy. Talking of nappy's. No, I wont mention "that" word. Any way she was so bad that I decided that a shower was the only way to go. So she got striped on the way to the shower and had a shower with her dad. It really is the quickest way of cleaning a dirty child. Of course Mrs Manager came to the rescue and dried her off after her shower.
What did Michele do? Well after Cathy had finished of she jumped into the shower and we proceeded to have a duck throwing competition. What's a duck throwing competition do I hear? Well, I am glad you asked. Basically it goes like this. DD1 gets duck from floor of shower and throws same up in the air as high as she can. Dad catches the duck and squeezes said duck on DD1's belly, or back or arm or leg or anywhere he can whilst DD1 squeals with delight. This also gets the wrath of Mrs Manager as "there is way to much noise coming from the bathroom and who is going to clean up the mess and Michele will you stop squealing like a pig!?"
I was reading this article in the Herald Sun the other day. Apparently some one has miraculously discovered what we have known for a while, and found out purely by accident. Kids love cooking. And that they should be encouraged to be involved. No, we don't use them as unpaid servants. DD1 loves cooking. She also loves preparing food. So far we have had one accident. She slipped with a potato peeler and cut her finger. There was a lot of blood and some crying. More from shock than anything. Did it stop her? No. Next day she was back at it again. When we have lamb roast, it is Michele's task to stir the gravy whilst I make the cheese sauce for the cauliflower cheese. And she loves it. Especially as she gets to lick the spoon. Steph tends to be more cautious than me. I can understand that. I would be to if I couldn't see.
I think there would be a riot in this house if we tried to stop DD1 from being involved in what we do. She may only be 3.5 but she seems to get a big kick out of what we do.
Listen to what the "experts" say. Oh, while I remember it. I heard a goody about experts. An expert is some one who knows a lot about very little.
1. Encourage kids to cook as soon as they show interest.
2. Involve them in every step: choosing recipes, shopping for ingredients, cooking eating and cleaning up;
When it's cooking time, direct the children to get the ingredients and line them up on the bench like a train;
3. Allow children to be hands on. Butter knives can be used in place of sharp knives, and some foods can be torn apart by hand instead of cutting. And so on it goes.
I tried to get the website for this but couldn't. The article was in City Style in the Melbourne Herald Sun on Tuesday June 29Th 2007.
And last, but not least, Catherine is snoring!
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