Picture below reveals all. I laugh every time I look at it!
Wow, I haven’t truly blogged in oh-so-long … At least 3 months!
I have determined why: Facebook, not all my web-finds will go to you anymore! Well, maybe some, but tonight I found some that need to be shared with the mummy/daddy audience of the WWW.
As my wife is soon to produce another human from inside herself, in late February 2015, I have researched what it means and takes to be an older parent. I keep forgetting I am over 40 years old. I have never acted a day over 20, and I will continue to stay young-at-heart! Despite my knees getting sorer, my shoulders aching every night after Mr2.3 walking on my back or throwing himself onto me with his adorable massive hugs, and my ribs getting sore from the laughter we have together, I don’t know what it is like to act my age.
Seriously though, I am closer to 50 … and thanks to IVF we were able to have our second child. Our first child is adorable, well mannered (Mr2.3 says ‘denk you’ without prompting!), smart (he may not be able to read, yet he loves his word books!), imaginative, creative, vocal with a wide vocabulary, yet all the expected aggression of a little boy wanting the world to understand, listen and do as he says! So overall, perfectly normal – as I expect the next one will also be.
I won’t say what age mummy/my lovely wife is (I want to live until my next birthday!), but she is a few years younger than me. Yet never has life been so wonderful, funny, fun, worth the effort and joyous for both of us. Did I say fun? Kids are much more fun than the cynics and non-breeders say it is. Older parents do NOT deserve the bad press or genetic problems of their offspring that is often assumed.
Talking children, it turns out Mr2.3 loves being in the kitchen with Mum. As he gets taller he can reach further – particularly onto the bench space normally reserved for cutting food for dinner. So I have decided that finding ways for him to help is either going to make the time worthwhile, or get him out of the kitchen until he is of age to be a kitchen slave. Kidding. Or am I? Anyhow, here are a few kitchen tools that kids will surely enjoy using:
1a. I have a few friends whose eyes are gonna explode at this contraption. Yet it has merit. I am so sick of finding half-eaten mashed banana in the boy’s day bag or childcare bag. The Banana Bunker solves all issues !
1b. Heck, why not slice the banana before he leaves the house!
2. All boys love a gadget that sprays or shoots his food. If he ain’t flinging it with his hands, he is catapulting it with his food. So this Condiment-Gun will help aim the product in the right direction . Some of it might even hit the correct target. And I don’t mean mum’s hair!
3. Don’t you love it when you are chopping lettuce and you hear this tiny voice say “Me do!” This should make it fun, a tad silly, yet entertaining. Maybe some lettuce might get chopped too! So a karate-chopping plastic-hand in the hands of a under-10-year-old could only be fun. Not that I condone hitting kids at all, but I can see a substitute use for this. A soft paddle to a well-padded posterior is sometimes a handy way to remind a child that NO means NO.
4. Our little dude loves helping making cakes. Particuarlly chocolate cake. More often he holds onto the handle of the electric mixer whilst mummy actually does the work. I am thinking this whisker with King-Kong trapped behind the bars from http://www.perpetualkid.com might get him involved a tad more. Even if it means a little mixture is flung around the room. Hmmmm… now I am thinking this is not a good idea!
5. Mum, why don’t we just get cutting boards that look like the mess that Mr2.3 just made on the kitchen bench?
6. Oh wow, no more spilt pancake batter on the kitchen and dining floor. Nor in the patio, beneath the BBQ, nor even down the hallway. Wouldn’t that be ever so nice!
7. Anything from Fred and Friends will appeal to both Dad and Mr2.3.
8. Ooooh, we need to start baking cookies soon! Forget Christmas and Birthdays, just to have available anytime! I want them chess pieces , racing track and cars , wild animals and jigsaw puzzles shaped … wait, I mean Mr2.3 wants them. Okay, I admit it. I want the popsicle cookies.
9. Extra: Buying these battery salt-n-pepper shakers for my mother in law’s massive collection.
10. Okay, something for the fridge: The Quick Grip Note Refrigerator Organizer . I have been talking about this idea for many years!
11. And because I am dad, I want the Tactical Chef Apron . Just so I can look like I cook in the house. I get to keep food moving on the metal cook thingy in the back yard.
This should be enough to see the lad through to his double-digit years. And keep me fed handsomely with scrumptious delights. Kids. Who wouldn’t have them?
I follow a lot of interesting links on the interwebz each night. I am a prolific reader, I read prolifically. Is anyone read prolificly? But I digress…
Seems ‘We The Robots’ was a short period in his eclectic ‘toon time. Two years exactly, give or take a life time. A robot’s life can be long or short, depending on the country of birth. I like to digress.
So I checked out where Chris is now. Wasn’t difficult. Google is a search engine. I searched for him. Chris Harding. Animation. Here he is .
Then I went back to We The Robots. There is a link on his homepage to Chris’s / Chrises / Chrises’ / his Facebook page . hashtag head smack.
But the story doesn’t end there. (How many times have we heard THAT line? No, not the next one, the one prior to the one before this one!)
WHO ISN’T ON FACEBOOK?! Oh, yeah, my lovely coffee maker at Kikko’s on Pirie Street . Aha, free plug. I like my coffee, and I really like when it is the perfect breakfast. Much digression. And digestion. Coffee is good for that.
That’s it. More again. Another time. I make no promises I will post again tomorrow. I do that too often and don’t, so now I say I post irregularly – which means it is surprise to even me when I do. With surely more digression.
Hard to believe it, I have had a Twitter account since mid 2008.
For a long time it was just something I looked at from time to time, not understanding how anyone could cross-converse in such a hectic and vibrant community. It looked (and sometimes still does) like a bazillion monkeys chattering over the top of each other, all clambering for the highest point to ensure their voice is heard.
Yet it turns out to be the best way to ask questions that a MASSIVE amount of people can respond to and (mostly) give a good response. Here is one great example:
I asked on Twitter earlier this evening…
Looking at getting a decent mini DSLR (compact yet sensible). Canon G?? ? Samsung Galaxy S camera? Suggestions…
— Stephen Mitchell (@eztephen) April 30, 2014
With only one response, I chose to follow the link.
Considering many of my friends are complete arseholes, that was a big risk. Wait, wait, what I mean is they are Australian’s who like to use any opportunity to make fun of each other, which all of us, including the recipient, laugh till it is someone else’s turn. So when an Australian calls you an arsehole or a bastard, more often he is saying either “Aha, you got me!” or “Damn, you take the best holidays!”
— Ric Hayman (@aqualung) April 30, 2014
Turns out this is a great sugggestion for a second camera. So I tried to follow with a less than 140 character reply. Considering all of the amazing features, I had to find just one or two that warranted a twitter response. So, Ric, @aqualung, this is what I have to say about the Fuji X-T1:
@eztephen Thanks aqualung! The Fujifilm X-T1 appears to be an awesome camera. With built-in Wi-Fi and a dedicated button to send imgs to your phone, it’s a winner. But at approx $1500, out of my range.
Read the full review of the Fujifilm XT1. I got what I wanted from Twitter. Which really is amazing.
Somehow I found myself watching this interesting youtube clip about the Facebook Server rooms . A few minutes into this docu-data-archive (see what I did there?!) is a guy on a treadmil at a desk … and I have never seen anything like that before!
So I had to do some googling about this subject. Turns out ‘treadmill desk‘ displays a LOT of great information about both DIY and buyable units where you can exercise on the job. Nice!
Here are the few images and links about this great idea that caught my attention. Watch out for the guy riding his bike in the office whilst sitting at his desk!
First off we have the pro’ version. It’s pricey, but as this becomes more common and mainstream the price will decrease to a reasonable housewife price.
Then we have a high quality AND pricey treadmill desk that has a product code that describes the kilometres you will walk each year whilst perusing your Amazon and Ebay purchases.
Google then found me previewing the blow-up ball on the treadmill behind the desk. Whilst the fat-guy who has taken over my waist-line loves this idea, the blood-pumping heart inside me is saying “Woooh, slow down sunshine.”
My heart was then saying, let’s take a break, sleep a bit, come back later when the legs don’t feel like falling off. Just reading this was making me exhausted! Yet I pushed myself forward, determined to finish this second post for 2014 on my journal. I didn’t call mysef the online entrepreneur for nothing!
So I found the deck-cycle. It might be called something else, but this name made better sense from a marketing point of view – it rolls off the tongue. Deskcycle. Deskycle. D’Skyle. Steal it, go with it, walk with it, get on with it.
Apparently excessive photography will decrease my memory. Well, dur, that’s why 64GB memory cards, cheap 1TB external HD’s, & cloud storage were invented.
But seriously … what were we talking about?