• 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…

  • 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…

  • Weaning

    So it’s time to think about weaning! I think about food 24/7. I’m constantly hungry and I’m a grump without it, so it only makes sense that our daughter is the same. I don’t have many babies to draw comparison, but it’s safe to say she has a decent appetite. At about 8 weeks it became apparent that Ivy wasn’t getting on too well with an ingredient in her formula. After a couple of doctors appointments and some blood tests it was likely that she was disagreeing with a specific protein and we were advised to try a prescribed and (of course) expensive formula. To our delight this worked and…

  • I’m In Another Relationship

    I dedicate an unhealthy amount of time to it, I go to it when I’m bored, we spend hours touching, and sometimes my relationship is so bad with it that it distracts me from my loved ones and the things that happen around me. In fact I think a lot of you out there can say the same. That’s right, I’m talking about my mobile phone. Try as I might; social media hiatus, keeping it out of reach, reducing time on it before I go to sleep, I still spend my life on it. Quite pathetic really. It’s bad enough as it is, but when you throw a child in…

  • The Big Move

    I can’t believe the big day is here. Our rowdy little roommate is onto bigger and better things, and by that I mean we’re moving Ivy out of the bedside cot and into her nursery! It’s crazy to think how she used to be a tiny dot in the bedside cot, lying there in what looked like a super king. Now the lanky streak is rolling around, finding herself in all kinds of positions and it’s clear she needs more space. When we first brought Ivy home, and entered into those first sleepless nights, naturally we started to question why we would ever want to bring a ticking time bomb…

  • What Would I Tell Myself?

    Friends of ours had their baby boy last week! The proud new mum is a close friend of Meg’s and we were receiving updates in the run up to the big day and around the labour. It brought back a lot of memories, some fond, some very stressful! It got me thinking how we’re only six months in to being parents, yet the amount we’ve learnt feels like we’ve been doing it a life time. We reached out to them to let them know we’re around if they ever need to catch up on much needed sleep, or need any advice. It got me thinking ‘what would I tell myself’, what…

  • Flying With A Baby

    I’m not the best of flyers, not to the extent of kicking and screaming during take off, but I might leave hand marks in the arm rest. I’m OK once we’re up there, but like comedian Lee Evans says, why would you want to be slingshotted towards your holiday destination?! Anyway, with that in mind, the thought of flying with a baby, our 3 and a half month old daughter to be exact, was one that gave me a mild level of anxiety and played on my mind in the run up to our holiday to Italy (about a 3 hour flight). What if she screams the whole way? what…