Chug Chug

"Hello.

My name is Michael Henry Watkins.
And I am a Wiggles-holic."

Yes, as we'd been warned, we're rapidly descending into the terrible (and at times terribly cute) twos.

In Master M's case it's taking the form of an unholy alliance with the marketing genius that is The Wiggles.

You thought Thomas the Tank engine was bad? Well that was just the teaser to get you hooked. Seriously, the kid cant go two minutes without bellowing for a hit of Dorothy Dinosaur, a snort of Captain Feathersword or a taste of Big Red Car.

Its kiddie crack.

Seriously.

And its burning into our adult minds as well.

Standing in the lift at work you find you're singing "toot toot chugga chugga" - right up until two seconds after a Director hops in and stares at you like you're mad.

Someone comes up with a good idea at a planning meeting and you find yourself twirling your thumbs-up fist in agreement.

And when we heard there was going to be a TV show on sporting identity WAGS we shielded the boys eyes cos we thought they meant the dog.

Still, all his wiggles obsession may all be to do with the second instalment of "mum away for a week" syndrome.

Once again Mistress P was off to parts unknown (well, Perth). However when the family headed to the airpirt to wave her goodbye, the lad fell asleep and hence missed out on the waving, and instead woke up at the beach with one of dads windsurfing buddies.

Boy, was he peed off.

"Mummy!!" he demanded.
And them proceeded to cling to dad like poo-poo on a blanket.
He was not amused.

Still, he was on best behaviour - despite being carted off to an extra day of child care - and only mentioned mum once.

Unfortunately that was at 4am on a schoolnight, which meant dad was somewhat bleary eyed at the desk the following day. (In case you're worried, a bit of a late night cuddle on the couch in the dark and he was fine...)

When mum finally arrived home the boy was pumped and primed for a big hello and hence determined not to fall asleep on Airport Drive once again. Hence when mum was spotted in the distance (with her belly considerably closer), the boy looked, blinked, checked... then ran.

With little legs unable to keep up the pace his brain wanted to move, and hence a bitova stumble mid gallop. Mum broke into a jog too...

(It was just like Dudley Moore/Bo Derek in the beach scene from "10".)

Hug with mum done, he was presented with a toy helicopter (which he refused to let go for a full 24 hours) and paraded off back to the car. After which, instead of being clingy like last time, he became Mr No.

"Banana?" "NO!"
"Walk?" "NO!"
"Bed?" "NO!"

It certainly became a bit tiresome, though granted put the point across that he wasn't going to be messed with when it comes to this mother abandonment stuff.

On the mum and Siss front, the bulge is ever expanding and the belly button has well and truly popped into "outtie" mode already. (Dad tells Mike its Sissy's nose.)

Theres a bit of movement from Siss, a few more bathroom trips and preggy brain moments for mum, and a bit less room in the bed for dad.

All good stuff.

Well, cept for mums rather odd aversion to white LED lights; the fairy lights on the back deck now don't make her think of fun times, but rather make her want to puke.

Other recent Mike highlights...

• seeing the "stinky whale" at Rye back beach
• eating chocolate easter eggs until we had a brown face. And people laughed at us on Dromana pier.
  
• having a haircut in a wiggles cape (surely one for the "how cool is that!" file)
  
• pushing a baby doll up mums shirt cos "baby in mummys tummy"
• When told its "windy" outside, saying "No... Wendy" and pointing to our neighbour Wendy's house
• Drawing two lines on a piece of paper and yelling "SEVEN!" cos we'd drawn a seven. Then repeating it
  
• running away from mum and straight into a XXX adult shop. And running straight out again...
  

Chug chug, big car.
All is right with the world.



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