The centuries old argument of who proverbially wears the pants within the family hierarchical structure has finally been put to bed.
Daddy Prince has unanimously fulfilled (what I am sure many already saw as his natural role) the position of ‘Lord Commander’ and ‘Undisputed Ruler Of The Roost’ and will carry his reign triumphantly through the trials and tribulations that might face him over the course of (almost) a whole week.
Dan's Trumpesque new hat, worn at all times within the household.
With his closest rival for the position of ‘Ruler Of The Roost’ out of contention (visiting England) for the next handful of days he will be left to his own devices to make such (inane) hugely vital and tremendously important decisions such as…….
1. How best to load the dishwasher (without intervention;) and also be given a complete free rein of when to actually turn the bloody thing on.
2. What and when to cook and why.
3. Making sure the kids look at their most stunning and gleaming best for their school photographs. Which it seems is a rather huge debating point for the opposing camps campaign team.
One side of the debate argues for it’s utmost importance and views it as a huge pivotal point in nurturing ones children and helping guide them through an eventful and oh so emotionally and physically draining ordeal.
The other side of the debate could give a * * * * .
Unfortunately (due to untimely scheduling) the opposing camp will not be present for the said debate and instead will be left to rue the fact that the 'Ruler Of The Roost' views 'School Photograph Day' as nothing more than a rite of passage into the town of Geeksville, found just outside the city of Geekokyo on planet Geek.
For the boys among us I would estimate that almost 1000% of ‘School Photographs’ will capture (in an uncanny perfect light) the lopsided bowl cut that your mum quickly cobbled together in the kitchen whilst you sat rigidly still on a freezing cold, paint splatted, uncomfortable stool that had just been fetched from the garage. All the time wondering WTF is she doing so close to my ears with those huge effing shears? (Kitchen scissors).
Actually adorning the walls of somebodies hallway!
For the girls among us I am guessing that the vast majority of you are pictured distantly gazing high and left looking for ‘The (imaginable) Birdie’ with a weird bedazzled smile of confusion (of not seeing a birdie) and utter terror of not nailing that perfect smile that your mum had drilled into you during the walk to school.
Not to mention those perfectly, imperfectly aligned bunches or ‘Fuzz Mullet’ with a face framed by ‘Spaz Fringe.’
Couple the above with a washed out, handed down, ironed to death frayed school commissioned pale primary coloured shirt or blouse and yeah, you’re looking a million bucks people!
The kids don’t know how easy they have it now!
No more is it a one shot deal and no more does the photographer look like a blend of Rolf Harris and Borat wearing your uncles beige corduroys randomly asking you to look at mythical creatures wondrously hovering above and slightly off to the left of his head!
Instead they get some really cool beautiful trendy young creative person full of beaming smiles and energy, cracking jokes and doling out hi fives to ‘chillax’ the situation.
Then after ‘make up’ they get to sit down in front of the latest high tech digital cameras and lighting, have 16 pictures taken in 8 nano seconds and then waltz off with a baby chino for playing ball and sitting still!
School photographers have come a long way.
This ‘Roost Ruler’ shall not be fretting over the School Photographs,
The pics will be what the pics will be and no camp shall complain!
Lord Commander And Undisputed Ruler Of The Roost.
Power Drunk D. Prince
Jamie Oliver is a legend, that is final.
From a young age he was unwittingly thrust into the primetime limelight and consequently had to shoulder the burden of teaching a nation how to cook for themselves and their families.
He educated us with easy to make high nutritional meals and the dangers of food related diseases and how to combat them. He campaigned to great effect to improve our children’s education of food at school and more importantly what they were served for their lunches. He went on a crusade to battle the food labelling industry which hides from us the amount of sugar and other rubbish that is sneaked into our food and drinks. He has travelled the world spreading his word and love of good food, healthy living and helped improve many peoples lives, and it’s been hard work for him!
His Ted talk is an inspiration and one you should certainly watch, especially with your family!
Jamie takes it to the Yanks, that alone is worth watching!
Our hats are off to you Jamie.
We salute you and respect you and thank you for everything you have managed to achieve, especially as a father of 5 children!
But one must challenge the advocation of ‘family dinners.’
As a man who has now eaten breakfast lunch and dinner with my kids for the last 2.5 years I can categorically state that at (lots of) times it is absolutely maddening.
How is it possible that a drink can be spilt or food rolled onto the kitchen floor before your bum has even hit the seat? The u turns of food preference are unbearable, the inevitable ensuing arguments and whining sing song voice of ‘I don’t like iiiiiiiittttttt’ are enough to make somebody pull their hair out.
And then the tears and fights over who had the least or most, biggest or littlest tastiest or smelliest food.
How many upturned splatted yoghurts, turned over breakfast bowls and chocolate coated cheeks can one stand?
Why do we commonly find ketchup in hair, pasta in nostrils, sauces in armpits, scrambled eggs in belly buttons, jam between toes or fried rice in arseholes?
(All freshly home made within 15 minutes I might add JO!)
Don’t get me wrong, family dinners are important and there is a definite need for them.
But on the flip side there is an even bigger need for a quiet dinner with that special someone, or even alone every now and then!
For this just might keep you sane!
Harassed by serving children, or bad hair day?
The superstar chefs
Kaitlyn and Sophia put down their electronics and walk to the kitchen. Daddy, is there asking for help. These girls went from playing Minecraft, to being superstar chefs. They started with making fries, hand cut and seasoned fries. Afterwards, Kaitlyn had a brilliant idea: “Lets make a sauce to go with the fries!” So Sophia opened the fridge and got out the yogurt (Well almost droped it, she has a reputation for doing that). Kaitlyn got mustard, onions, olive oil and lime and mixed them all together. They had a taste. It was perfect to go with fries! Daddy had a taste and he loved it! Anyway, after making the award winning sauce, they got some chicken wings and some paprika, and seasoning ( Any type you like) and rubbed it on. We also put olive oil on to help it on the BBQ. We prepared sausages and while Sophia got the fries out the oven and seasoned them, Kaitlyn made a spectacular tomato salad with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, thyme, basil, rosemary and gorgonzola cheese. We set it out all on the table after the meat was cooked, and then we all tucked in. It was great! Mummy has been preparing a dessert earlier on in the day. After dinner we had dessert which was a lovely chocolate tart! I hope you use these super recipes and love them all!
Written by: Kaitlyn
Kaitlyn's superb salad!
Mummy's chocolate tart!
I lost my 1st tooth after we came back from our friends house. I was playing with it then it fell straight out. I wrapped it in tissue, wrote a letter to the tooth fairy and put it under my pillow! But guess what? In France, the tooth fairy is la petit souris. La petit souris means The Little Mouse. So the tooth fairy (Or should I say La petit souris) came and took my letter and my tooth and gave me 1 Euro! After that tooth, I had another really wobbly tooth. That finally fell out and I got 2 Euros! Now I have a very big gap!
Laura Trott wins her 4th gold medal
Laura Trott, A brilliant British cyclist and it all started like this. Bradley Wiggins puts his medal around Laura's neck and thats when she wants to start being a world champion. Its amazing isn't it?
Now she is on her 4th Gold medal that she won last night. Everyone believed she could do it and we all knew that she would get 1st place. A 100 lap race is hard but not for her, she nailed it! She is engaged to Jason Kenny, another famous cyclist, is on his 6th medal which is the same amount as Chris Hoy. These two cyclist are history, with plenty of medals. I look up to them, especially Laura Trott. Go Trotty Go!
Written by: Kaitlyn
Ah yes, life's skills consist of many disciplines and when one masters something we all become immediately addicted to it, insisting on performing it time and time and time and time and time again.
Think back to your first skip, the delight at being able to burp to order and the wonderful feeling of unbridled joy at mastering your balance whilst riding your 2 wheeled cycle.
Well, those heady days of achievement have landed upon this family in possibly the most annoying fashion known to any living man or beast. During The past few days Samuel, at the grand age of 5, has mastered the art of snapping his finger and thumb together to create that wonderful 'click' sound known to waiters and bar tenders around the world.
What makes this achievement even more amazingly special is the fact that dear Samuel is somehow effortlessly ambidextrous (should we have him tested for this genius?) at the forgotten art of finger snapping and has a seemingly insatiable appetite for performing his new found skill.
At any point of the day we find ourselves subjected to a cacophony of varying pitched clicking sounds which could only be described as being surrounded by 1 billion crickets and Micheal FLatley.
It's truly beyond words and is driving us all to complete insanity.
Well done Samuel, we are very proud of you and we can't wait for you to master the art of the whistle and armpit hand fart.
Love us all.
Flatley leader of the clicks.
It's likely that at one stage you would have asked yourself "why in god's name is he wearing those tiny swimming trunks?'.
Well for the French man there is an excuse at least, not so sure about those Aussies though!
On a recent trip to the local swimming pool Daddy Prince was chastised by the local Gendarmerie (friendly pool attendant) about his choice of swim wear and was instructed that he would only be allowed back if he were wearing a pair of swimming trunks as is accordance with French law.
Yes, French law states that any man swimming in a public piscine must be wearing a pair of 'Le Budgie Smugglers' (pronounced Booooodgeeeeeeaah smooogleeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhrrrrs).
Alors, Daddy Prince is now the proud owner of a pair of Decathlon's finest home brand tighties for the grand sum of 3.95 Euros. Happily he can now safely rejoin the family fun on the waterslides without any curious looks, disapproval or negative judgement from anyone.
Anyone at all.
Stay tuned for more Prince Times anecdotes.
Samuel is an artist
Yesterday we went to a chateau named Hautefort. We got out of the car and walked around the village. There was a market so we bought some bread. We went back to the car to have a picnic. Kaitlyn, Sophia and me sat on the roof of the car!After our picnic, we went to the chateau. We walked around the chateau and we went in the dungeons! We also watched a documentary on the castle. It was in french, so we couldn't understand. We went up some secret stairs and into the roof. We went downstairs to walk around the gardens. They did so many pretty bushes they were all in different shapes and sizes! I loved the tunnel made out of trees! We went for a walk in the English gardens and woods. I liked the French gardens more because al; the bushes was soooooooo beautiful. We went back in the castle because there was activities for children in there. We found the room with the activities in and we had to tell the man our name and our age. We went into the room and sat down on the tables. The lady only spoke a bit of english so we had to try very hard to understand. She asked us what pictures we want to paint and colour in. I chose the castle, so i coloured it in. Afterwards we had to paint it. The
It's been two days now, two whole days since M.r Nasty Daddy banned iPads and iPods for the Prince children. Since then there has been a plethora of playing, baking, colouring, drawing, oh and a whole new website has been launched. Quite amazing what can happen when one doesn't spend 90% of their waking hours staring at a blocky screen (Minecraft) screeching at each other to dodge creepers. The question on everybody's lips is, when will they be allowed back on them?
Only one man knows, and for now, he is keeping quiet.
Posted by M.r Nasty Daddy.