an exercise in percussive maintenance
Asides
Came into the house (my home office is in an outbuilding) and The Minion came running saying “Daddy, Daddy, I’m watching the sun-story!”
That would be Tangled.
Other favourites include the ball-story (Inside-Out) and the balloon-story (Up). (The balloon-story causes no small amount of distress once the balloons start popping.)
And Moana, but for some reason that’s just Moana…
Today is the missus and my wedding anniversary. The grandparents are in town, taking care of the niece and nephew while the in-laws are scuba diving in Mozambique, so we dropped the Minion off with them so we could go and watch The Incredibles 2.
Yes. The irony of dropping our toddler off at her grandparents so we can go see a kids movie is not lost on me.
There are a lot of things I liked about The Incredibles 2: Jack-Jack, The Incredibile, Jack-Jack, raccoon-wrestling, Jack-Jack, Auntie Edna, Jack-Jack, pew-pew laser eyes, Jack-Jack… What? There are five of him at one point!
Today marks nine years the wife has been putting up with me…or have I been putting up with her? Depends who you ask, I guess…
I’m lucky to have her; to have someone who likes Pixar films, Doctor Who and Harry Dresden as much as I do; who thinks it’s fun to stroll through toy stores, hardware stores, and pawn shops with me; who buys me Lego for my birthday, and actually thinks my weird sense of humour is funny.
Here’s hoping we manage to put up with each other for another nine years.
I don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or that I’m missing the family, but The Lego Batman Movie made me cry. That movie shouldn’t be that good.
Ditto for Guardians of the Galaxy 2. Also,
BABY GROOT!
Onwards to my next flight.
Wanted to include this in this morning’s post…
While I was taking photos yesterday some other people were also on the bridge overlooking the weir, drinking in the sight of so much water. There was also a guy very visibly praying.
The man standing next to me looked over and asked, “Is he asking for more?”
I burst out laughing before saying no, I think he’s saying thank you. But you never know. Some people always want more, don’t they?
At 7:30 South African time Elizabeth Sophia Kok entered this world, all wrinkly and covered in goo. She’s 51 cm tall and weighs 3,005 kg and has the lungs of an opera singer or a long distance runner; the latter mostly dependant on whether she’s inherited her mother’s back or my knees.
