Not me, I feel as though Kurty has been around for, well, about 3 years and 8 months. After all I've been right beside him for most of it.
Lately, my little buddy,you have been really getting into music. Not long ago you only wanted to listen to children's Cd's from the ABC Shop. Then one day, literally overnight that all changed. I think it was after Dad put on AC/DC's Thunderstruck, you grabbed your guitar and jumped around the lounge room and you kept wanting to turn up the volume. Since then your taste in music has broadened significantly.
At the moment your favorite songs and bands include;
Love to have a beer with Duncan (you know every verse word for word, but won't sing it too the video camera)
Jumpin' Jack Flash
Black Betty
Bosom for a pillow (that's what you call it anyway)
Gorilla radio
Get up, stand up
Blur song 2
AC/DC
The Beach Boys
The Country Drinking Songs CD (Thanks Clint)
Spiderbait
John Butler Trio
In the car we channel surf a lot and you always ask me to stop and turn it up if there is base, drums and screaming vocals. Think Led Zepplin, Rage against the machine, Soundgarden and Foo Fighters.
You always want me to sing one song before you go to sleep. This could be one of four songs, the Collingwood theme song, Rudolf the Red nosed reindeer, I can sing a rainbow or Sing a song of sixpence.
Nothing like a bit of variety.
On Sunday we had a little family outing to the Melbourne Aquarium and a good time was had by all.
Kurtis cracked me up as we sat at the largest tank for a while just watching the fish do their thing. Those of you who know my son know that he LOVES his food (his first word was "bowl" closely followed by "more" and "soup").
So we are sitting watching the fish, which I find sooooooooooooo relaxing, and Kurtis' dialogue begins.
"Can you eat those ones?"
"You can eat those ones"
"You can eat those little ones in one go!"
"You can eat those ones but you have to chop off their heads first"
And so it went on. And on, and on and on. Always thinking about your next meal aren't you buddy.
