Sunday 11 August 2013

3 hours with a 6 year old? be scared, be very scared

If you have never traveled in a potential flying death trap aka airplane with a hyper active 6 year old who has the potential to act like a diva one minute, a motor mouth the next and a politician the one after next... then let this seasoned warrior give you some tips:
1) Avoid the trip
2) If the trip is unavoidable, get the other parent to tag along, because 50% shared is 50% sanity intact.
3) If the other parent is unavailable, sue for divorce on the grounds of unimaginable mental torture.
4) If love is still happening for the better half, get yourself checked by a good, reputed psychologist.
5) If love is once more conquering mental doctor advice, carry the following things in your backpack:

  • A travel art kit (crayons, paper, pencil, eraser, sharpner, glue stick and colouring book)
  • Some snacks (our usual travel pack = comfort food = 4Cs = candies, chips, cookies, cheese)
  • Water
  • Change of clothes (because accidents of the body fluid kind still happen)
  • Hand wipes and napkins
  • Books (story books, picture books ... books)
  • Medication for you = Painkiller (of the tablet kind, not the lethal weapon kind.. just in case you were getting ideas)
  • Medication for the 6 year old, if they need any that is (and, it is illegal to give them sedatives. and morally wrong also. really.)

All the above need to be in an accessible place. Do not put it in the over head bin, because the minute you do, and the plane is ready for take-off and the seat belt signs are flashing like a lunatic's teeth ... by the law of the whine-istan, your child will need it all.
It is also a very good idea to offer to buy your immediate neighbours in the airplane free massages/ movie tickets.

Have fun.
Enjoy your trip.
- BucketBabas


Thursday 8 August 2013

The reason behind the name

My friends and I used to be this happy bunch of people, who may have occasionally smelt of alcohol, smoke and sweat.
Now, we are still a happy bunch of people, because we are the be happy kind of people (90% of the days, ok?) ... but we often smell of the 3 'P's often associated with babies - powder, poop and puke.

After one of the afore mentioned friend told me about another marathon puke session, we coined the name Bucket Babas.
And wrote the following lines -

we ought to be cricketers
anything you throw at us
or when you throw up at us
we never miss
we are agile that way
we have style that way
make way make way
for the bucket babas
parents of throw-uppy babies
let me hear you say
we are the bucket babas
yo.

And that, ladies and gentlemen concludes today’s lecture.