Here’s a pic of me in 2003
When I was about 4 minutes pregnant
Before I exploded into a pile of hemorrhoids and stretch marks
Yeah, I was one of those ‘lovely’ looking up the duff sheilas towards the end
8 years ago today, Diamond I became parents
Happy Birthday Macaroni
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The girls are getting their Nanna & Poppy time in on this trip
Big time
Like, every day
Which is a whole pile of awesome for everyone
It’s a big ol’ mutual admiration society going on over here
But for anyone that reads this blog regularly
And knows about my youngest daughter, Magoo
How cute & spunky she is
Yes, cute & spunky is code for – Oh sweet Jesus if turns out anymore like my Dad we are all fucked – fucked I say!
You’d understand my trepidation & concern of her excess Poppy time
She already lives by the DILLIGAF motto FAR to much for her Mummy’s liking
But I couldn’t separate them if I tried
They’re like Papa Smurf & Baby Smurf
Sonny & mini Cher
Laurel & Hardy the midget
Dad’s been working hard at educating the girls with as much ‘Australiana’ as he can
He loves that they live in Chicago and all that that entails
Annual trips to the U.S to see them
The awesome little ‘gansta’ accents they have
But he’s always been determined that they should know as much as he can teach them about their Aussie heritage
And the girls, in turn, are complete sponges
Hanging on his every word
He’s like a walking encyclopedia of Australia and it’s history
Ask a question – he’ll know the answer
He’s also trying hard to instill in them, important life lessons about growing up in the bush
I don’t have the heart to tell him that some of his outback ‘ways’
Are lost on a couple of little city chicks from Chicago
But I’m happy let him keep sharing his chunks of Poppy wisdom with them
Like, “Never squat for a shit poop while you’re wearing spurs”
I hope that when my girls grow up
Should they choose to get married
They look no further than their own Dad
Wait, that came out TOTALLY wrong, didn’t it?
I mean, look to their Dad as an EXAMPLE
Of what makes a good man
What makes a brilliant husband
And the icing on the cake – what makes the best Daddy I have ever seen
They don’t know any different right now
And I’m sure they think all Daddies are just like theirs
One day, they’ll realise that that Daddies come in all different shapes and sizes
And that theirs, is pretty fucking exceptional
Fatherhood has changed Diamond in so many ways from the man I met more than 12 years ago
Motherhood scared the shit out of me
And it took me more than a little while to find my feet
No such problem with Diamond
From the day Macaroni came into our lives, his world was rocked
So was mine
But that was more to do with a baby in I.C.U, stitches-arama on my vajaj-jay etc etc…
And me being terrified
Diamond, from the get-go, was a pro
In the way he held her, tended to her
And the way he loved her….oh how he loved her
Then along comes Magoo, and he went into overdrive
Triple the love…his heart just about burst
Me being away so much is not easy him, I know that
But he puts 110% into making sure our girls don’t skip a beat when I’m gone
While I’m on tour – their days are one non-stop playdate, adventure, jam packed, fun filled good time
He doesn’t resent the time I’m away
He’d be the first to tell you that he’s a lucky man – getting to have the time he does with his girls
And they in turn, adore their Daddy
No one makes them laugh like he does
No one can fix whatever Magoo has is broken like he can
No one makes better popcorn
No one builds a better treehouse
No one pushes them on the swings as high
No one makes up a better bedtime story
No one can serve up a better batch of pancakes
No one can make a boo-boo better as quickly
From baseball to Barbies, no one is a better buddy to hang out with
So maybe one day, when my girls find a partner
They might not stack up to the man their Daddy is
Shit, they might not ever leave home
Which, I’m pretty sure is all part of Diamond’s master plan
But one day, they will know just how lucky they really are
They couldn’t be more loved or treasured
That’s a feeling I hope shapes who they become
That they carry with them for the rest of their lives
So this is me, in a very fucking long convoluted way, wishing all the Fathers out there, in the UK & USA
A Happy Father’s Day
And I guess all the other places where it isn’t Father’s Day yet, like Australia
But most of all to my children’s Daddy, Diamond
We are very lucky girls