So my last post let you know how I’m almost at my saturation point for hand-wringing and mulling-over that state of the world and the ability of humans to be absolutely grossly vile to each other.
The only thing bringing me back from worry and sadness is just how stabby the ABC TV promo for its Leaky Boat documentary makes me. It’s the one which shows footage of John Howard giving permission for every bigoted racist in Australia to think their attitude was acceptable, even right, in a shrinking, violent and often ugly world: ‘we will decide who comes to this country and the circumstances in which they come.’
But I’ve decided to spread some cheer today.
Look, a (very) blue Lego brick cake!
Why yes, that would be a Justin Bieber shirt he has on. We saw them at Target last week and I got Chef’s mum to get one for him – it was worn for three days before I was allowed to peel it off his body to wash it.
This is the child who without fail comes into our bed every night at either midnight or 3:08am.
The one who ruthlessly calls his brothers names. Usually baby. The irony is lost on him.
He who is going to be Justin Bieber when he grows up.
The one who will not do as he is told. Ever. And gets most indignant when reprimanded for such ill-behaviour.
The turdinator still quite partial to a public urination.
The ‘cooker man’ who regularly makes bizarre concoctions of eggs, yoghurt, maybe some chilli powder, some herbs and anything else I haven’t put away then stores them in the fridge. Or pantry. And WOEBETIDE if you so much as look like you’re going to turf them.
The boy who angers just as quickly as I do.
Who has the most hilarious sense of humour.
Who is bolshy and brash and yet paralysingly scared of spiders and amusement park rides. Or climbing the wobbly ladder at gymnastics.
The one who prefers bread to toast. Is not partial to vegemite but can manage chilli heat hotter than most adults will bear.
Who makes me pull my hair out at his delinquency and rudeness and refusal to follow rules or do as his told and then makes me chortle with laughter at his latest story or notion with what makes the world turn.
How the hell is he four already?