I want to talk about Bluey, in particular her quintessential parents, Chilli and Bandit Heeler. Before I go any further, I feel I need to explain who and what Bluey actually is, before Mum and Dad are brought back into the picture.
Bluey, Bluey, Bluey…. I feel millions of parents around the world 1, would be able to give various explanations, impressions, confessions of love, or expletive laden statements about Bluey, but here is mine.
Bluey is an animated tv show, based on a now, seven year old Blue Heeler puppy, aptly named, Bluey. She lives her now, five year old Red Heeler sister, Bingo. The Heelers sisters have shenanigans left, right and centre, mainly through their dramatic and role playing games.
As the viewer, you get to meet their friends, cousins, uncles, aunties, grandparents, teachers, and other members of the community. To the best of my knowledge; because I have not seen every single episode, every character in the show is some type of dog.
UMC1 and UMC2 love Bluey. UMC2 has a Bluey plate and a new Bluey toothbrush, while UMC1 has a Bluey drink bottle. Recently UMC1 was told at school that Bluey is only for babies, but the four of us will sit down to watch the episodes and laugh together.
Now the nature of this particular blog is not to confession my love of the show. Remember the title of the blog? It’s time to talk about Chilli and Bandit Heeler.
Chilli is Bluey and Bingo’s mother and she also works part-time for security at an airport. She is a Red Heeler, just like Bingo; where as Bandit is a Blue Heeler, just like Bluey. Bandit is also an archaeologist, because apparently he likes to dig up bones.
So why do I hate these two cartoon dogs? Well, hate could be too strong of a word. I feel that Chilli and Bandit are some of the best parents, television has seen in a long time. The case being is that they’re too good. Their parenting skills are so excellent, that real world parents are just going to fail, when compared to Chilli and Bandit; myself included.
The biggest problem is that they somehow set completely unrealistic expectations in the real world. That’s what they do. Chilli and Bandit always have time for the girls. Now like I said before, I haven’t seen every episode, but from the few that I have seen, Bandit has only gone to work twice; but he’s always hanging about at home?!
Bandit never seems to bring work home, or attend any meetings at night; he’s just awesome. It’s the same issue for Chilli as well. She always seems to knows how to sort it out any problem, which is part of the show’s charm, because not everything goes the way it should.
I meant to point out that Bluey would be UMC1 in our house, with Bingo being UMC2. It’s also quite tragic that I find myself being enviousness of two cartoon dogs, because they seem to be far better parents than anybody!
This does make me look at what I do in the weekend, and how much I should be playing with my boys. Damn you, Chilli and Bandit!
My wife and I sit down with the boys, to watch the show with them. We laugh along with the madness, but after the episode, we will have a little talk to ourselves about how that could never be us. Chilli and Bandit are so patient, it sucks.
I fear my patience needs to be renewed every day. It’s a finite source, that somehow it’s regenerated in my sleep; but then again, I’m a parent, so I’m always tired. As soon as I wake up, my patience starts to deteriorate.
I would really like to see a Bluey episode that doesn’t have any children in it. It would just have Chilli and Bandit going about their lives, but following the utter carnage of living with children. Having a scene before the children eat breakfast in the kitchen vs what happened afterwards, would be ideal. Having lots of before and after scenes would be hilarious and would make me feel better about my own parenting.
I don’t know what else I can say, other than the show is amazing; however Bandit and Chilli, make you want to sign up for parenting courses. Oh, I forgot. We now have in our house, the brand new word, dunny. Previously, it was a toilet, but now the boys love using the word dunny, and especially, dunny hands. The word dunny, did not exist in this house until Bluey. Also wars have nearly been declared in this house, because of dunny hands. Thanks Bluey and Bingo. Cheers.
There is one slither of pleasure I do get from the show. It’s the fact I get to say, dude, a lot more often, especially to my wife; because she now calls me, bro, but only when UMC1 and UMC2 can hear. It’s their turn to roll their eyes at us.
Anyway, thanks for letting me rant. I appreciate it. There is a special blog for Wednesday, so please watch out for it. Look after yourselves, and I’ll see you then.
1 The Earth is not flat.
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