D-Missus is away and I’m left with the kids, so it’s a Daddy-Daughters Weekend.

We spent the day doing some real fun things.

Like brewing beer.

D-Girl was getting damn impressive at priming the bottles.

I had visions of her taking over the brewing role from me in the not-too-distant future, so that all I’ll have to do is sit there and drink the end product.

Then she managed to spill some of the Guinness we were bottling over herself, the kitchen cupboard, the floor, and her younger sister who was sitting on the floor.

Ack.

Clumsy child.

I think she gets that from me.

It was only about half a bottle’s worth that got lost though. And the rest of the brew is going to be good, judging by the small sampler I had.

(The secret is in the liquorice.)

We also started brewing a lager and another stout.
Very productive.

That’s more fun than going to a park, any day.

When you play board games with a 3-year-old, you just know there’s going to be a whole lot of cheating.

But she’ll just have to learn to deal with it.

I’m sick of being sent all the way back to Lollipop Lane at the start, when I’m just five spaces from making it to the Candy Palace and winning the game!

We’ve also been working on putting together a family band.

D-Girl prefers the keyboard and harmonica.

I think Baby Ginge might become our drummer, judging by the way she smacks shit out of various inanimate objects around the house.
She can’t count yet, so we’ve been teaching her to use her toy Tickle Me Elmo phone to count us in.

So far the best she can manage with the talking phone is:

“1…1….5….7 …. Lalalalaaa, lalalalaaa, Elmo’s World … Thanks for calling!”

We’re currently working on learning Iron Man by Black Sabbath.

I am very proud of D-Girl. She has already learned how to form the mano cornuta hand symbol, while thrashing her head back and forward and going “ROCK AND ROLL!”

I was going to teach her to add a “MUTHAFUCKA!” at the end, but that probably wouldn’t go down so well at the kindergarten she’s currently attending, seeing as it has some sort of link with the local church.

It would be funny though.

We’ve also spent the day dancing.

The girls love shaking their bootay to the TV music channel.

I hope this doesn’t mean they’re going to grow up to be strippers!