No, my Avocado Juniors, Pater is not drunk-blogging. Nor has the maker of Sharknado been filming in Toronto. Pater would like to take the higher ground and suggest this is your first lesson in the importance of punctuation, notably the comma. But the reality is, the title of this blog really reflects some of the main things you got up to as the leaves on the trees do that crazy thing that makes autumn so beautiful in Canada.
We hit some really important milestones. The first was AJ1 reaching the grand old age of five. Previous blogs have dealt with Pater's concerns about time and where it is disappearing. Suffice to say, AJ1, Pater has contacted doctors and they are beginning clinical trials shortly to ensure cute little girls stay that way forever. In the meantime, we hope you enjoyed your birthday celebrations,,.
AJ3 had a couple big events that in earlier times would have resulted in awe and amazement from Mater and Pater and entire blogposts dedicated to his latest development. TAS (Third Avocado Syndrome) means he's lucky we were even in the room to notice it... Jokes aside, well done AJ3 on making the leap from milk to solid food. Now you just need to learn that each mouthful does not require the insertion of your fingers in your mouth...
Admittedly, you've been happier with some foods...
...over others...
But for the most part it has been a success. Next stop, mastering water...
...and Marmite on toast...
Your other big achievement, AJ3, was turning over. And unlike previous occasions, Pater was the first to see it. So take that Mater!!!
That explains "rolling", "eat" and "party". What about the rest? Well autumn's not autumn without a trip to the farm and frolicking in the pumpkin patch...
As for "sharks", that one's easy...
Rolling pumpkin sharks eat party. Makes total sense, when you think about it.
This time of the year, my Avocado Juniors, brings Grandma London to our beautiful country and together with Grandma Susie, you get to be spoilt rotten by two ladies who love you more than life itself.
Mater and Pater love you that much and more, but your grandmas have the distinct advantage over us: they can shower you with kisses, hugs, treats, candies and gifts ad infinitum and they're done. No remonstrations to brush your teeth. No cajoling to behave well. No threats to finish your plate of food. Nada. Just kisses, hugs, treats, candies and gifts.
They are the ultimate Good Cops. And this is the real reason parents push their children to have children of their own. It's got nothing to do with Darwin. Raising children means responsibility, maturity and the constant fear that your child won't be intelligent/beautiful/street smart/popular/funny/cool/the president of the world. Having grandchildren allows you to do all the fun stuff (hugs, kisses etc etc) without dealing with any of the consequences.
If it sounds like Mater is a smidgen jealous of Grandmas Toronto and London, my Avocado Juniors, just wait until you're all in your twenties and been asked for the hundredth time as to when you're giving her a grandchild or three, then you'll understand just how jealous Mater is!!!
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