The apple doesn’t fall far

I am now officially into my third week of parental leave and despite how long some days (e.g. today) feel, time is flying. I would’ve thought that by now I’d have written more blog posts but the reality is that I’ve been really busy and “write blog” simply hasn’t been on my literal to-do list — but that’s a topic for a future post in itself.

The good news is that contrary to what some would’ve bet, the kids are still alive and well. I myself am also for the most part having a lot of fun, which probably comes as more of a surprise to me than anyone else.

“…the kids are alive and well.” — hooray!

One of the most enjoyable aspects of being a stay-at-home dad is getting to observe my children’s behaviour in situations and settings that I normally wouldn’t have the opportunity to, or even to just observe in more detail than what my usual hour or two in the evening allows. What has been really fascinating for me is seeing the way in which my genes have been passed on to them and in particular how they both demonstrate some of my more “Germanic” tendencies.

Talia walking from one foam block to another

Last week I discovered Fit Kids, a great (and cheap) program run 3 mornings a week at the Leichardt Park Aquatic Centre. It’s designed to get 2–5 year olds active and they essentially set up a little a course for the kids to move around with different obstacles along the way.

One of the obstacles involved jumping diagonally from one hula hoop to a series of others while yet another involved walking across a line of foam blocks.

As you can imagine with a group of 2–5 year olds the hoops and blocks often got knocked, and sometimes thrown, around — and kids being kids they just ignore it and get on with things. That is except of course for Talia, who on approaching said obstacles needs to ensure that they are all nicely aligned and evenly spaced before proceeding. Anything else would simply not be, well, the German way of doing things.

Jaden isn’t old enough to go join in at fit kids… or to join in with much at all really, but one thing that he does regularly and very very well, is eat.

The kid can eat!

The kid loves food! I’m really not sure how it’s physically possible for a little body to consume as much as what he does, but needless to say I’m more concerned about how much it’s going to cost me to feed him than I am about malnutrition.

He gets so excited when he sees food it’s impossible to keep him still. Most of the time he’ll be standing up in his highchair and no matter how quickly I refill his spoon he’s pretty much always ready for the next mouthful… that is unless I happen to drop anything on his little table in front of him.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a single grain of rice or the tiniest drop of mashed vegetables, but he becomes completely transfixed on it to the point that he won’t even be aware of the spoonful of food right in front of his mouth — it’s as if he just can’t operate with even the slightest mess in his space.

I totally get my kids! I can’t operate in a messy space either — whether it’s in the kitchen or it’s at work. The idea of foreign objects being present on the kitchen bench when trying to prepare food totally stresses me out — and of course the dishwasher needs to be clear before I even start else how else would I tidy everything away as I go?

One of the best things that ever happened at work was the introduction of hot-desks, which means every morning I get to start with a completely clear desk… not to mention the fact I no longer have to look at the accumulation of junk on other peoples desks either — it’s a joy!

Of course the point of this is not to say that my (slightly anal retentive) way of doing things is better than anyone else, but rather that it’s cool the way genetics works and I am simply thankful for the opportunity to get to see this in action in my 2 year old and 10 month olds.

I guess it is as they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Did I mention she loves going to hipster cafes, wearing “pretty shoes” and looking wistfully off into the distance? Totally her Mommas girl :)
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