This week has raced past in a flurry of sermon preparation activity for Dad. Despite best efforts, he was still spending most of his weekend working on the sermon, and so he missed the epic trip back to Ryde Aquatic Centre for splashing around, enjoying the wading pool, the waves and the slides. Thanks to Aunty C and Uncle J for filling in the gaps while Dad sat in the air conditioning working on his sermon.
To make a bit of extra parenting time for Dad, Mum brought Puff in to the city to have a work-day lunch with Dad. Here he is in one of the more successful attempts to try rice paper rolls (he wasn’t convinced about eating them).
He is really enjoying being read to at the moment, asking for extra books before his evening bedtime story from his kids bible. New favourite books are We’re going on a Bear Hunt (a book that fills Dad with anxiety at the flagrant parental neglect) and Diary of a Wombat. He has probably chosen these books because they are the longest books that he can comfortably sit through, and it buys extra time.
For the first time in his life, he’s sad when it’s time for his Bible story, but it soon passes. Here he is reading with Aunty C.
He’s also been making progress on his walking around (if he’s in the right mood, he can walk up and down the kitchen pushing his block trolley). He’s also having fun driving his little car – this week he learned how to go forward (beyond the more familiar backward).
One other little milestone: while praying this week, he said his name for the first time in the context of the prayer, and then later in the week, he used it in context to refer to himself! Another little highlight of being a parent.