The day we took Priya to Australia Zoo for her 6th birthday and Florin met a Koala. I was particularly happy this day for an unrelated reason: Florin’s suit. I was hunting through some hand-me-downs from my sister in law that had clothes Priya or Theo had worn when I found this little suit, which was made by our friends – who ran a lovely little clothing business while we were growing up. Happy memories all packed into a little Stringybark echidna suit.
While everyone else in Westeros was busy bickering Baby Baratheon, King of the Andals and the first men, master of the chubbies, Lord of the seven kingdoms, sucker of boobies, protector of the realm has usurped the throne.
I find pop culture more interesting now I am a parent, thinking to when they will be big and might be able to frame “our” time around “old” TV series or music that we liked. So Florin, when you’re all grown up, yes, this is what we watched on TV and George RR Martin hadn’t even written the final books. Yes son, these are the dark times we were living in.
Baby sized Iron Throne cleverly 3rd printed by my brother and his wife. Here’s how they printed it, if you are interested in the weird and wonderful world of 3d printing.
The way he talks to him as he changes him, the little hand outstretched as he tries to avoid being laid down. I thought, before I became a parent, that the moments of parenting triumph would be teaching the kids to ride their bikes, or baking together or afternoons on the beach. Those moments are so special but I find myself drawn into the familiarity and sweet rewarding domesticity of moments like this. Our moments, the quiet honour of knowing each other so well that I can predict what will happen next, like a script to a film I love so well.