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Doppelganger

 My darling Devilette is quite the Devilboy doppelganger.

Here she does a stirling  impersonation of her brother as a baby. 🙂

She’s definitely got the same looks, but here’s hoping she a tad less insane.

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Stop dragon my heart around.

Most boys ask for a pet dog at some point in their life. Not Devilboy.

He has requested a  pet dragon.

“A black flying dragon.  That I can ride in the sky. With Fire. And nice, not mean. From the dragon shop.”

Well duh, where else would you purchase a dragon? I’m sure the local Westfield has several.

 Jeez, I just hope they haven’t sold out.

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The piano man

Devilboy has a new piano, and by piano I mean piece of plastic crap that has a keyboard and makes a lot of noise, and has been busily churning out some sensational new compositions of his own this evening.

Standout lyrics include;

“I love you daddy and that’s just the way it is!”

“Mummy is my best friend except for Finny who is really my best friend.”

 And my personal favourite,

 “Baby sister, baby sister, you cry a lot… can I lick you?”

Top 40 here he comes.

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Tasty wee treat

Devilboy has embraced big brotherhood with great enthusiasm. And, while we’re thrilled that there’s been no jealously or resentment and that he loves his baby sister  “bigger than a really tall jump” (which is, in Devilboy world, a lot!) we aren’t entirely without concerns, though they’re not ones addressed in any parenting books I’ve stumbled across.

You see, given my little man’s huge appetite – a thing of perplexing enormity that is inversely proportional to his lanky little body – I’m a tad worried that he might find our delicious little bundle of joy just a touch too tasty.

He frets when she cries, as babies are want to do with great frequency, and to end the tears proffers such sage parenting advice as “sprinkling her with cheese” as mentioned in the previous post. An interesting idea, I admit, but one I think is doomed to near certain failure.

Another hint of his carnivorous leanings came with his suggestion that we “put some bread in her bassinet” to mop up the tears, perhaps something commonly done by parents in a parallel universe I’ve not yet visited, but something that I must confess hadn’t occurred to me two kids in to this whole parenting malarkey.

But it is with Devilboy’s latest line of questioning,  during a pleasant family breakfast, that the fear our beloved firstborn is actually a flesh-eating zombie seems truly founded and I am fraught with worry that my beautiful Devilette is going to get eaten by the end of the day.

“Mummy, what does a baby sister taste like?”

If he asks for some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti, we’re outta here.

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Say cheese!

Devilette cried a fair bit today… as four week old bubs tend to do. A concerned  Devilboy insists it’s because she has a tummy ache. And he has the solution!

“I’m going to sprinkle her with cheese”

Of course you are. :-/

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Starkers raving mad

Devilboy’s latest nocturnal fetish is Sleepnuding.

Nothing as traditional as sleepwalking for my boy, no. Instead he has started stripping in his sleep.

This is the second night in a row I’ve gone to check on him late at night  to find him lolling au naturel across his bed.

I wonder where I can get a toddler size stripper pole to install in his bedroom?

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Shaarkk!

Wow, has it really been two months since my last blog?

It’s not my fault. Seriously, the dog ate it…

Ok, so I don’t have a dog. Would you believe it was a shark? While we were at the beach. I fought to save it, I really did. I managed to tear my laptop out of its toothy jaws only for a cyclone to come and carry what was left of it away. Honest.

All right, would you believe that I’m just a very slack, very pregnant woman who has been far too lazy to put words to blog, which is a shame because there’s been so much to blog about… from holiday adventures in FNQ, to hospital adventures in RNS. And the delicious Devilboy has been on fire of late, his eccentricities escalating exponentially. But alas, my blog/brain co-ordination has short circuited.

And there really was a distraction in the form of shark, a beach and lots and lots of wind. I shit you not.

You see Devilboy’s sibling-to-be has most cheekily decided that it would be a hilarious jape to be due on Devilboy’s birthday. And given that DB has been determinedly planning (and by planning I mean nagging his mother daily) a shark infested birthday celebration for months – and that at the ripe old age of almost three, he is clueless to when his actual birthday is – we decided we would shark it up and celebrate early as opposed to attempting to host a kids party in the labour ward, which is something I think  most obstetricans frown upon. Party poopers.

So four weeks pre-three a party was planned and we chose the perfect weekend. Not only did we manage to select a weekend visited by one of the hottest days on record but one that backed it up with thunderstorms and a fairly fierce southerly change that lasted for the sum total of the duration of the party festivities.

And what better way could a 37 week pregnant woman with ankles swollen up bigger than Kanye West’s ego imagine spending her own 41st birthday than trying to prepare food for 30 adults and 15 children and to create and ice a fucking shark cake for an almost three year old demon in 41.5 degree heat – only for the weather to change and a southerly to create a sandstorm as soon as she pulls said cake out at the beach the following day?

Really does it get any better than that? Yes, I think it probably does. Shit loads.

But Devilboy really wanted his shark cake and his deranged hormonally-hyped mummy really wanted him to have it. There were tears, there was drama (all from me) but a cake was created… eventually.

And from my experience I can now share a happy homemakers tip with you all: Attempting to ice a cake with butter icing in 41.5 degree heat is like trying to ice a frigging sponge with olive oil. Try it, it’s a hoot.

This was the end result.*

And thus, there was much rejoicing. And shark wrestlng. Yay, verily

*Yes, it looks like I iced the fucker with concrete but I swear no children were harmed in the consumption of said fanged cakey confection.

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