Helmet Head

Helmet head
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Today we all ventured into the city to, among other things, go to rebel sport to buy Mel some workout gear (I finally got sick of her whinging and bought her a personal trainer for mother's day!). While the mother unit was trying on various trackies etc, G man and myself decided to check out the cycling section. They tell me that you are not supposed to put the kiddies in the bike trailers or seats until at least 12 months old but I reckon he could handle it now....the helmet almost fits him!! I don't quite get the relevance of trains on a bike helmut but the only other one they had was pink. I decided not the get this one but will keep an eye out for a cooler version.

Tomorrow Seb is coming over and we are going to play the "game of the summer" (or should that be Autumn?) .....Kubb! Never heard of it? Well where have you been. Apparently it is the fastest growing game in Europe and the USA and has been described as a cross between bowling, horseshoes and chess. It is a very old Swedish game and now they even have the World Championships held annually. It basically involves throwing bits of wood at other bits of wood to try and knock them over. Despite my rather basic description it actually is quite strategic. After all the Kubb fun we will probably trow down a few tallies (we bought a case of the beer voted the world's best at the recent Sydney international beer competition....Weihenstephan Krystal...also reportedly made in the world's oldest brewery). Those German's can sure make a good beer!

Cheers!!!

Grayson's many faces of salmon... a series

Grayson's many faces of salmon - pt 1
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Sigh

Sometimes it is hard being the Grayson.
I mean, look at my parents....
Mother wants to go off and operate on people at a moment's notice and father keeps putting on silly glasses and saying how much he loves his Heine (pronounced hine-knee)
EWWWW
Sounds nasty...
But anyway, the latest news is the parental attempts at testing my gag reflex with more solid food (one incident at the Jenkins place comes to mind - I am a muffin man in THEORY mother!!!) have come to naught, apart from a delicious example that I MUST espouse upon. It was pink, and soft and tasted simply delicious. Mother, feed me more, I will be yours forever...

edit: the mother's response - Grayson - the stretchmarks left behind from your little stay at Chez Melinda are a permanent reminder of your soujourn... You OWE ME!

How to torture parents101

And daddy thinks he is going to sleep in today!
Originally uploaded by b boy.

1. Look cute and smile often - it lulls them into a false sense of security
2. When they are not looking, turn cute smile into maniacal grin
3. Wait until they have closed their eyes again - thinking you can amuse yourself at 615am on their birthday morning
4. Either
a. Launch self backwards hitting unaware parent in chest area - it winds them and gives them a bit of a startle
b. Emit piercing shriek which sounds a bit like a prepubescent heavy metal rock star
c. Emit loud and offensive smelling load from the other end - this is particularly effective if the parental units have started meat solids (especially fish)
d. All of the above

:D

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