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Despicably Happy


Over the last couple of weeks Noah has become much more daddy oriented. I am definitely the one in favour at the moment and I have to admit, I quite like it. It can be tiring of course but its lovely when I get home after a hard days work to be excitedly greeted as I walk in the door. Little feet scampering as my key turns the lock, excited cries of "Daddy,daddy, daddy! Happy! Happy! Daddy, happy!" Ahh my little Noah! I exclaim. I'm happy to see you too. Did you have a good day? Come and give daddy a big hug and tell me all about it.

We let Noah watch Despicable Me 2 recently, realising too late that it was probably somewhat inappropriate for a nearly two year old.  Since seeing it though, he has become completely obsessed with Minions. If you are unfamiliar with the film, the Minions are Dr Gru's (the main character), well, minions or henchmen if you prefer. They are cute little yellow things that generally mess up most of the time in a lovable way.


Noah has a particular fondness for one of the songs in the film, 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams. I cant begin to tell you how many times we have had to play that song. Ok I will. 2403189 times so far. I have heard it so many times that I now have it on permanent loop in my head, it has become a terrible earworm. 'Clap your hands of you feel like a room without a roof.' What does that even mean!?!

I recently bought Noah a little toy minion. He likes to point at the minions on the screen and then at his own and as he is doing so he shouts "My Minions! My Minions! My!" we of course indulge this, because its ridiculously cute.  Whilst out and about this weekend, we were walking down the road and past some roadworks when the familiar shout of "My Minions! My Minions! My!" rang out loud and clear. looking down at the small person holding my hand, I followed his little pointing hand and saw a bunch of surprised construction men all wearing high visibility jackets looking back. I didn't know whether to laugh or hide.

I'm lying of course. I laughed all the way home.

What do you think?


Oh and guess what? Remember I was talking about how excited Noah was these days about daddy getting home from work? I learned last night that what has actually happened is indeed quite despicable. Nikala has told Noah that I am the only one who can work the iPod on which we play 'Happy'. So what he is actually saying when I walk in the door is "Daddy, daddy, daddy, put 'Happy' on for me before I explode! Good daddy. Now dance like a monkey, dance!" So my in fact my being in favour is purely for my ability to function as an iPod operator and dance like a deranged orangutan.

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