I’m gonna get myself in trouble with this one.
Basically I’m a lapsed blogger. Like confession, it’s been a while.
Quick summary: It’s really freakin’ fascinating.
“His mum?” the lady looked around expectantly. “Where is she?”
I knew parenthood was going to be tough.
*Four packets of wet wipes also provided effective ballast, preventing a picnic blanket Sam and I were sat upon from taking off, during a sudden windy period.
It’s a strange world we live in.
Nobody, in the history of mankind, has EVER asked a new parent if they were getting much sleep and received the reply: “Yes, yes I am, thanks for asking. In fact, I’d recommend that insomniacs get themselves a baby—they do wonders for the old beauty sleep.”
The lesson is that we all don’t see the world in the same way.
When it comes to food, my son and I are not (it would seem) two peas in a pod.
Shocking things come from the mouths of fathers.
Hint: It’s not money.
Opening our children’s eyes to reality is an important part of preparing them to be giving and sympathetic.
Things I’ve said to my son from a poor, sleep-deprived parent.
Becoming a dad has left me with many tangible, but useless abilities.
It’s so much more than just double the work.