The one with the Tooth Fairy.
I found the today when I was looking for something else. It’s a note from my daughter from many years ago to the Tooth Fairy about a tooth that had … Continue reading →
Sporting your life vicariously – the return
MissPdubyah gave up playing Club Hockey 18 months ago, and all Hockey at the end of her time at College. Much to the despair of MrsPhil and myself. After all … Continue reading →
The 12 ways of Christmas – The Dinner
Since I moved from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern (England to New Zealand) I’ve always struggled with the concept of Santa, Trees, Snow, and the “full’ Christmas dinner. There … Continue reading →
Happy Families – yes you’ve left home but…..
MrsPdubyah and me, well we’re a nuclear family, 2 adults, 2 children, cat, or more correctly now 4 adults and cat. Even more correctly 3 adults at home and one … Continue reading →
Two Funerals and a wondering
To be honest it’s been a few funerals, but specifically I’m thrown off by axis by one of which was this week, the other from 1988. This week the funeral … Continue reading →
Sporting your life vicariously – the last Tournament – Aftermath
The Final Federation Cup Hockey Tournament for the #1 Daughter is done and dusted. After the two games on Monday the dye had been cast and the girls were then … Continue reading →
Faith, Same sex marriage, and Children.
New Zealand is on track to remove barriers to same sex marriages. We have Civil Union legislation, but this is a sort of half-way house thing. Removing an arbitrary sex … Continue reading →
Growing up – “It’s no use we’re losing her Captain”
Such a timid thing, I though. MissPdubyah has all the worldliness of a tea-spoon. This is the daughter who had to look up a map to see how to drive … Continue reading →
Growing up – the one with the still leaving home
It’s been an intriguing week. Boychild has signed his tenancy agreement with his girlfriend and a new landlord for a place in Kelston. All his worldly goods in a couple … Continue reading →
Growing up – the one with the leaving home.
#1 Son is about to leave the parental home and set up a love nest with this girlfriend. It’s been a while coming. As a father I’m pleased that he’s … Continue reading →
Sporting your life vicariously – the one where they end in tears.
It’s down to the final few games of College hockey for Ms17 (MS18 in 37 days she informs me), and last night was the final of the local secondary schools tournament. I’d forgotten how … Continue reading →
Ms17 and the driving licence
After the last effort, where 40 in a 50, and 50 in a 60 zone don’t cut it for the examiner, Ms17 had another crack at it today, in the … Continue reading →
Growing up – the one with the frustration.
I care about my children a lot, and whilst by no means the best parent I think that between me and MrsPubyah we did an okay job. Currently #1 son … Continue reading →
Not a complete disaster but…
tragedy could have been averted by not driving at 40 in a 50 zone and 50 in a 60 zone. Driving like you’re driving for Miss daisy isn’t going to … Continue reading →
Some Questions for the Whangarei daycare
I have two views on these stories : Daycare ‘bullies’ for kicking out HIV boy – National – NZ Herald News. and HIV boy childcare ban a human rights issue … Continue reading →
My Weird Belief System- Involuntary mass medication
I was reminded today when reading an article about Folic acid in bread to ‘reduces’ birth risks – Folic acid in bread ‘reduces’ birth risks – National – NZ Herald … Continue reading →
Growing up – the one about finding a job
It’s not easy finding a job at the moment and #boychild is finding this out first hand. Having passed some A levels (he’s fairly bright) and deciding that further education didn’t appeal … Continue reading →
When the children grow up – the one with the memories
Daughter is having a fine old time recounting to us her version of her childhood. There are a couple of stand out stories so far. They all start with “Do you … Continue reading →
Parenting – the one with the nonsense rhymes
MrsPdubyah and my Daughter was sitting around talking about her childhood, and some of the things she remembers, which is rich fodder for another time. From that conversation I had … Continue reading →