A TALKING DAD – BLOG
Let’s talk about language. And no, I don’t mean the essentials of learning words, grammar, and how to use them. Mimi’s not had much trouble with that, due in no small part to the chatty genes she got from her mum, and the fact that we both basically talked to...Read More »
Mimi’s curious comforter.
There are few pleasures simpler or as rewarding as reading to (and with) your little one.
Sometimes a children’s book captures the imagination of the child and the out-loud reader alike, A Child of Books being a perfect example. Other times, it seems kids latch onto a particular book...Read More »
We have a SpiderBaby – and I’m not sure whether to be proud or just plain terrified.
These days, the phrases I hear myself saying more often than any others are: ‘Be careful.’ ‘Don’t climb on that.’ and ‘Jesus! How did you get all the way up there?!’ As you may...Read More »
Back in the long, long ago. When I was a younger, more enthusiastic, obliviously optimistic dad, the idea of being a stay-at-home parent seems to me to be the most natural, fantastic adventure. Obviously now, as I’ve just clocked up two years of SAHD-ing, things are different; I’m older, probably...Read More »
It’s been an arduous few weeks here; an abundance of freelance jobs (I shouldn’t complain) arrived just as Mimi’s mum had to depart on her longest work trip yet. We all survived the respective late nights, hurried Skype chats, jet lag, and a surprise homecoming gift of food poisoning for...Read More »
These were the words of reassurance I said to my wife as she lingered at the front door on a cold January morning, the day her maternity leave ended. Fronting-up with faux bravado and a confidence...Read More »
I did have a nice shiny new post all ready to go today, but I’ll hold off, as events overtook me. (And I’ve heard these listicle things do well!)
Will of course get around to describing the whole palaver in a blow-by-blow way, but for now, here are seven things that...Read More »
There are impressive bags of startling hues under my eyes – I think they’re here to stay.
I have some unidentifiable stains on my shirt, the same shirt that I might have worn yesterday – I’m not sure.
There’s a saccharine sing-song tone to my voice that was never there when I...Read More »