• Nursery: The Good, The Bad and The Bugs

    The thought of sending your daughter or son to nursery is one of mixed emotions, just like everything seems to be as a parent. One minute you want to spend every second with them, squidging chubby cheeks and hearing their amazing little laugh. The next they’ve just thrown weetabix AKA the closest thing to cement across the room, hitting everything possible including the dog, and you’re suddenly keen to offload them to anyone that will have them. Nursery is a huge consideration. You may have days where the words “I wish I just had some bloody time to myself” come all to easily, but when the reality strikes to hand…

  • She’s On The Move

    I remember the first time Ivy showed proper hand eye coordination and picked something up. I remember tummy time and her frustration as she loudly shouted into the floor because she didn’t quite have the strength in her back and neck to lift her head of the ground. And I remember sharing her determination to sit upright on her own from lying on her back (she had more willpower to do sit-ups than I ever will). All of these milestones were exciting and seemed a gargantuan task that she slowly but surely overcame. ‘Where’s she gone?’ During those times that feel so long ago now, people would say “you wait…

  • 12 Months In: The Job of a Lifetime

    If you were to read the job description for being a parent, how quickly would you apply? “This role requires you to work 7 days a week, regular overtime and weekend work with no salary. You will need a basic understanding of medicine, psychology, catering, accounting and the ability to manage multiple tasks at once. The environment you work in can be highly demanding and stressful, with customers often highly demanding and unforgiving. The intangible benefits are rewarding.” My fiancée and I both landed this role at 5:25am on the 11th June 2017. I have to say Meg worked a hell of a lot harder to be in the role…

  • Stop Pointing the Finger

    There’s enough evidence on the internet to demonstrate it’s not very wise to go on a blind rant and post it for the public to see. But my notes have taken a battering from my thumbs about a particular subject on this train home and I’m going to do it anyway, so bear with me. “Holly Willoughby sparks parenting debate after The Streets gig” is what I read on a well-known newspaper’s website last week. ‘What did she do?’ I thought to myself. Start a mosh pit? Do a Moss and get caught sniffing a suspicious substance? Get a tattoo of Mike Skinner’s name on her arse cheek? (The paper…

  • Social Media Is Like Nachos

    Sunday last weekend was like any Sunday. I woke up as late as Ivy would allow, drank some coffee with breakfast and went to the gym. Then it was the usual of cracking on with life admin you spend all week running away from, like going shoulder to shoulder with the public in the supermarket, and slowly chipping away at the washing mountain you’ve generated at home. Before you know it, the weekend is a blur and it’s almost time to face a new week. The difference with that Sunday was I seemed to have some time at the end of my day to actually relax, I know, it felt…

  • One Size Doesn’t Fit All

    On a daily basis I still have a few pinch myself moments that I’m responsible for another life. In fact I think a few people around me have the same. Not that I shouldn’t be responsible, but the fact that so much has happened in such a short space of time, it all feels a bit surreal. In fact a few weekend’s ago a friend of mine had mentioned she’d been reading my blog and said ‘I bet you didn’t think you’d be a dad, let alone writing about it’. And she was absolutely right, I didn’t. My decision to start writing about our experience as parents was primarily to…

  • Car Seat Upgrade – ‘Joie Spin 360’ Review

    Being a dad has taught me many things, one of which is that when you think you have enough equipment for your baby you either don’t, or you do and you need to update it within a few months anyway, normally due to the fact that your little one is not so little any more. Well we’re clearly feeding Ivy too much because she’s growing at an astronomical rate and because of that we recently bid a fond farewell to her first baby carrier. It served us more than well, allowing us to get her from A to B and providing her with those golden naps that could go uninterrupted…

  • Your Time or Mine

    Cast your mind back to the day you became a parent, whether it was last week, last month or a year ago. How did you feel? For me, the words emotional, anxious, worried, lacking in confidence, shitting oneself and tired (so very tired) all come to mind. Your world is rocked and life becomes your baby and your family, a little bubble that can’t be popped. Your only focus is getting to grips with your new world of nappies, feeding, sleeping and most importantly for your other half, recovering. As the initial weeks fly by, confidence grows. In our case we built the energy and confidence to walk round the…

  • Useful Items at 8 Months

    We’re 8 months into this whole parenting business yet I still find myself staring at Ivy, gobsmacked by the fact she’s real, and the fact she’s part of her mum and I. What surprises me most is how this life of parenting has become relatively normal (I use that term VERY loosely). It’s a new normal, nothing like we used to know – we now accept the fact that our living room will forever look like a post-apocalyptic Toys ‘r’ Us with Po from the Teletubbies as the key victim (that, and the sole of your foot). It’s also become normal to find nappy bags and spoons in a variety of items…

  • Oh, Sh*t We’re Responsible

    When I was 14 my friends and I used to jump off a bridge down at the local park into a 6 foot bush and record it, we thought we were cool and attempted to make our own version of Jackass. At 16 I got so drunk off Stella that I left the party I was at and fell asleep under a tree in the park next door. The best was at 17 when I threw a house party that got so out of hand it resulted in my neighbour bringing round ‘evidence’ of the night before in the form of cigarettes and beer bottle caps in a plastic bag…