I accept your climb down
A top notch clamping. I wondered who would be first to swoop in
It really was a thing of beauty.
Wellies for all, tree eventually picked out, cut down, hauled home.
Hot chocolate for all, lights untangled, decorations unboxed, tree decorated… Yes, it’s nearly Christmas.
Putting up the Christmas tree as a family, with Christmas songs playing in the background, was not really the joyful experience I anticipated yesterday. Naturally, we got some pictures of the lads decorating the tree to make it look like it was pleasant but they spent all day antagonising and beating the shit out of each other. Not only that, the were being reckless and injuring themselves and breaking loads of stuff. Pure wild excitement and I was exhausted last night from a tough refereeing assignment, although I tried to let the game flow as much as I could.
Sounds like these lads would be more suited to craobh chiarain than Raheny or Clontarf. I know this is contrary to my original advice but i’m dealing with the facts as i get them.
I’m holding off until next weekend because I know my young lad is going to spend the whole time the tree is up trying to climb into it, or kicking the decorations around the house or something
2 things.
A-Ours are 8 and 11 and its only the last couple of years where that decorating thing has been enjoyable without fights or strops.
B - You need to enjoy the fights, appreciate the subtle needling etc. Watching a kid trying to undermine their sibling for a reaction is something you’d appreciate. And if one of them shows ability in it you could take him under your cloak, so to speak, and really help him thrive as a shithouser.
My little fella isn’t walking yet so im spared some of the horrendous scenes being painted here and decorating passed largely peaceful and uneventful. His sister is doling out sneaky hits when she thinks we’re not looking, in very typical female devious fashion, but once he’s mobile he’ll burst her once and that will be that. Then he’ll enter a much more frightening arena as the spats will become games of mental torture… You cant be up to little girls… Little witches.
My daughter is an absolute angel mate.
Herself and her mother have awful battles but i just kind of do one of the useless lads from here trick and say i can see both sides blah blah and go for a mugga
I’m nodding my head in agreement here. But things got out of control on occasion. There was a vicious Luis Suarez style bite into the fleshy part of the upper arm at one stage. This was by the 2-year old on the older fella and it looked like a premeditated attack from behind.
Wicker Christmas tree skirts are the new fad this Christmas.
My “environmental vandalism” argument against buying more tat was given short shrift.
Entertaining it may be but a Diego Simeone type character for a child makes for a fraught holiday season.
Look, these things happen. I’m pretty sure he’s not that sort of player. Worst come to worst then the ratoath inn lads can get t-shirts made supporting him.
But mark it in your mind that he’s probably the one to back from now on and concentrate most of your parenting and affections on him. The other fella will always have the abacus and he’ll no doubt overcome his northside origins and walk into a job with a big 4 company.
I took the kids on the Santa steam train from Connolly to Maynooth on Saturday.
Well it was supposed to be a steam train but that broke down on the first run so it was just a diesel. Didn’t matter, the kids and adults had an absolute ball. Well worth it.
I think they might do a Halloween one too so I’ll be doing that next year.
Wicker Christmas tree skirts
Pfft, we’ve had one of them for the last few years.
Just wait til you hear yourself saying “where’s the rest of that outfit” followed by "well you’re not going out the door dressed like that "
Followed by
“Dressed like a prostitite”
It won’t be long.
God be with the days her mother dressed like that.
Is Santa’s Kingdom in Punchestown still a thing?
A real rite of passage for anyone still believing in Santa during the halcyon days of the Celtic Tiger.
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