• Dad In (Physical) Training

    Keeping active has always been high on my agenda. I’m pretty sure I have some form of low level undiagnosed ADHD. If I do, it would explain my need to be doing something, anything to entertain me at moments throughout the day. Now before you eye roll, I’m not saying my weekends are spent motivated, going on jolly hikes and forcing the family on long bike rides whilst wearing my lycra revealing all for the world and what they definitely don’t want to see. Believe me when I say I am more than happy vegging in front of the TV, on the sofa eating Doritos and judging people’s cooking abilities on…

  • Ivy in walking reins

    Tips for life with a baby on the move

    I wrote a blog a little while ago talking about how Ivy was well and truly a baby on the move. When I posted it, I got a few excited texts and messages asking if she was walking. I think I oversold the situation, Ivy was certainly well and truly taking her literal first steps to walking, but it was a combination of a few steps and then her hybrid crawl and foot drag she’d mastered. But she really was on the move. A baby’s first steps are always a milestone that every parent thinks of, and you want to make sure you are there for the very moment it happens. For the…

  • Ivy watching TV

    To TV, or not to TV: that is the question

    To TV, or not to TV: that is the question. Forgive my awful modern attempt at Shakespeare, but in this day and age similar questions are at the forefront of every parents mind. However, To iPad, or not to iPad didn’t quite have the same ring to it. One of the many great modern day debates of parents – how much time is too much time when it comes to your kids using technology in a world where tech is quite literally everywhere you look? Let’s firstly look at the key development stages of a baby/toddler in very unscientific terms:  Ball of squidge that can’t move without your help, cries,…

  • Preparing for parenthood: My recommendations

    Preparing for parenthood, at a high level, goes a bit like this; realise how much there is to learn and do, panic, do some research on the internet, buy loads of parenting books, read a load of scaremongering and science, panic some more, then find another parent to-be and realise you’re in the same boat and your panic settles somewhat. But really it’s still there bubbling under the surface. It’s kind of how this blog came about, I wanted to reduce the panic moments by sharing the good and the bad, the stress-worthy and non stress-worthy moments of preparing to be a parent. Now we’re on the “other side” of…

  • Big Clock

    When is the right time?

    Talk of babies is in the air, and as our social circle gets older, the talk of marriage and building a family is becoming a more popular topic of conversation, and the million dollar question, ‘when is the right time to have a baby?’ I’ve learnt that there is no single response to that, it all comes down to circumstance, but in my experience the initial answer is never. A baby entering your life rocks your world from the moment you find out they exist, and in that sense you are never really ready. But you can be prepared. As a society everything is now delayed a bit. The majority of us…

  • 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…