The Breakfast Club

The Boys Club

Boyz n the Mood

Every Saturday, I take my two boys out to breakfast at a nearby café. It has been our ‘Boys Club’ ritual ever since they were both able to walk without me having to carry them halfway, and I was able to talk without them having to ask where mummy is.

Indeed, their mummy enjoys this ritual possibly more than we do, as it gives her an opportunity to sleep in on Saturdays. This is hardly surprising after five arduous mornings of getting the two cranky little boys ready for school before she goes off to work herself in a cranky mood. Continue reading

A fine line between pleasure and pain

And if you feel these while NOT exercising, then you're up the shit-creek without a paddle!

And if you feel these while NOT exercising, then you’re up the shit-creek without a paddle!

I hardly ever get sick.

It is a trait that I am very proud of, and also a curse that makes me irrationally intolerant of people who fall ill frequently. And they have been dropping like flies all around me this winter flu season in Sydney, one of the worst in recent memory. Everywhere I turned, there were people coughing in my face, sniffling around my space or sneezing all over the place. And that’s just at home! Dealing with sick people at work and in the public? Forgetaboutit!!! Continue reading

No kidding

They certainly will ... you can your ass on it!!!
They certainly will … you can bet your ass on it!!!

When I am driving, I often look in the rear mirror and see my two little sons, aged 7 and 5, staring back at me from the back seat with their irrepressible cheeky grins. And every now and then, I would lean slightly toward my wife on the passenger side and whisper: “Honey, you notice those two boys back there? Who are they and where did they come from?

It is one of the many running jokes between us since we have become parents. Indeed, I often find it incredulous that we have children, given that my wife and I still behave like ditzy teenagers who probably wouldn’t get a job as babysitters if our lives depended on it. Continue reading

Confession of a slack runner

What can a slack runner say in response to that?

What can a slack runner say in response to that?

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a whole month since my last run.

Go on, my son.

For some reason, I have a real bad case of the guilt. Which is funny, because I have never promised to run for anyone, nor does my lack of running adversely impact anyone.

But I take it you run for yourself. Perhaps that explains the feeling of guilt, my son … that somehow you are letting yourself down. That’s perfectly understandable, especially given how much energy your have expended into this particular hobby in recent years. Continue reading

On a Blog Tour

Where are the groupies?

Where are the groupies?

I have been Jogging as a Dad in WordPress since October 2012. Whenever I turn around during this journey, I have been amazed by how many kind strangers from all over the world are following and cheering me on.

One of the very first people to do exactly that was another blogging-father who lives in South Africa – that ‘left cheek’ of the ass-end of the world, as opposed to the ‘right cheek’ Australia which is where I live. Continue reading