Jan 23, 2013
I’m at nursery picking my kids up when Syra (my eldest) hands me two clumps of chocolate cake she’s been forcing into her face since I arrived.
As I come downstairs with two hands of chocolate oozing through my fingers, my youngest daughter Cassie is visible in the hallway because she is being swung about in circles above a nursery workers head, dressed up in another child’s outdoor...
Jan 10, 2013
In my house, on a perfectly minimalistic wall there now lies a star chart. It was my wife’s idea. Although I will confess to buying it.
It’s garish orange and it uses Comic Sans font. It’s an utter disgrace. Everytime I clap eyes on it, I shudder. Our fridge looks like something you’d see through the Jodrell Bank telescope. Stars everywhere. It’s like the bloody Alpha Centauri...
Dec 4, 2012
It’s official, I can spell. I’m at the back end of 30 staring into the darkness of 40 and I can still spell.
I can’t just spell. I can spell quickly under pressure. So can my wife. In fact most of our conversations/arguments are played out in spelling bees.
We don’t want our eldest daughter to know what the dickens is going on. It started when she spoke her first...
Jun 22, 2012
In about 3 months time there’s a very good chance i’ll be taking over kid duties again, losing all dignity and attempting to go where, well quite a few men have gone before, only to return with less hair and a brain shrinking addiction to Peppa Pig. Freddy Fox is my favourite.
So this week I went on a trial run while my partner went skipping off to work. She didn’t skip, she...
Nov 23, 2010
In one of my earlier posts I lambasted my own Mum for her “wise words of wisdom” as more often than not her baby advice made no sense at all, and it’s nothing to do with her swiss accent.
Only this week i’ve been sprung.
You see soon after spotting my blog my mum was on the blower reminding me of how stupid i’d been weeks earlier when she saw me getting Syra at 8 months to use...