Holier than thou...

Annually, Easter and Christmas are celebrated universally around the world, yet they are Christian feasts.  A couple of times a year, people come together, regardless of race, religion or conviction to celebrate the holy public holiday.


Being raised a Christian, I feel I should know about these things, but through various lifestyle choices, I have long let my Catholic membership lapse.  It is times like these though, that I do consider the bigger picture... and come up with a whole lot of nothing.


What does chocolate have to do with Easter?
Why do we exchange gifts on Easter Sunday?
What do rabbits have to do with Easter?  And since when do they lay eggs?
Why do we eat fish on Good Friday?  And what's 'Good' about it anyway?


All very valid questions - and ones that I will no doubt be hearing from the short one in time to come.


All in good time though, and hopefully by then I will have some semblance of a reasonable response.  Until such time, I am all for promulgating the Easter Bunny and partaking in the excesses of Easter.  And while I'm at it, I won't say no to a couple of public holidays!

Short One's Easter Tree

Snooze button

There comes a point in every child’s life when they progress from a cot to a bed.  Some would see it as a rite of passage, others a form of nocturnal torture. Me, I’m leaning towards the latter.

We have arrived at that point in the road with the short one, probably at greater speed than initially anticipated, but who ever said children were predictable, clearly didn’t have them.

The short one is now enjoying her evening reclines in a side-free toddler bed.  This decision was made hastily following the short one’s curiosity leading her to impersonate a contortioning projectile from the cot confines.  A decision, she may argue, she is all good with, but one that I must admit I am not ready for, and perhaps won’t be until she reaches teenage years. 

I long for the days when pre-dawn awakenings are not an attractive prospect.  

I long for the days when upon awakening and quietly tiptoeing down to our bedside that she realises that it is best for everyone’s wellbeing to leave a sleeping parent lie.

Whilst the bed concept is a safer option at this stage of her career, it may inadvertently lead to unsafe options. Having your face massaged with all the gentleness of a sledge hammer before the sun has even shown up could lead to involuntary actions not perceived as overly encouraging. 

We are now considering our options for enclosing said toddler bed.  Our best option so far is turning it into a hot house; whilst the perfect answer to prevent escape, it will also assist with the acceleration of growth and development towards teenage years when sleep problems are quite the reverse.

Now where is that snooze button?

April Fools' Day

...a day dedicated to people with too much time on their hands.  April 1 each year seems to bring out all of those closet stand up comedians – the ones who wouldn’t last a beer in Edinburgh.

One of these said funny people thought it was a blast to tweet today that the well-loved and much treasured ABC Play School program was ending production, after 45 years.

One could argue that tweeting such slanderous comments was bordering on complete irresponsibility.  It is outrageous. Where is the accountability, I ask you? Thousands of under 5 year olds and their stay at home parents suffered a raft of conditions today including severe depression, anxiety attacks, nausea, apoplexy, inconsolable crying, anger…all to be told at midday that it was all a bit of a hoot!

Hoot?  Hoot?

This person needs to seriously research what is the definition of funny. Traumatising young children does not fall into the category of funny.

The Short One does not take kindly to being the brunt of some cruel and vexatious rumour involving her nearest and dearest Big Ted, Jemima, Humpty and Little Ted.  

Look, I wouldn’t take her on – so why this jumped up journo thinks she can I have no idea!