In an ideal world, my wife and I would quit our jobs and spend as much time as we could with our kid. In the real world, we’ve got bills to pay. This means we need to work. This means we need to outsource a significant proportion of our son’s childcare. And this means he spends around two-and-a-half days of every week with his grandparents. Continue reading “Are grandparents the new parents?”
Tears at the nursery door? To be honest, I’ve never heard of this concept, as my son is one of those rock-hard warrior kids. You know the type. They jump out of the car, swagger up to the nursery manager, give them a nod, run in and… …it’s all a big fat lie. Boy did our little man used to cry at the nursery door. He cried, wailed and then sobbed some more. And he did it during every single drop off for well over a year. Continue reading “Dear Father-Hood: why does my kid cry at the nursery door?”
Milkshakes. Milkshakes. Milkshakes. In my 20s, I associated these calcium-packed drinks with Kelis bringing all the boys to her yard. In my early 30s, I associated them with eating and drinking too much at Byron Burger. Now, I associate them with Continue reading “Dear Father Hood: is Milkshake! live any good?”
Good morning! I feel like I’ve been up for hours. Partly, because I have (our son shattered my peace with a fly-kick to the ribs at around 6am, grrr). And partly, because I’ve been expending a significant amount of mental energy on my latest song for parents. This one is all about the nursery drop off and Continue reading “Ode to a middle class nursery”
New York, baby. Well no, actually. Despite the city that never sleeps seemingly being the perfect holiday destination for the little man who never sleeps, my wife and I decided to hand him over to the grandparents and make our recent trip to see friends and family a kid free break.
Continue reading “I went on a kid free break to New York and all I got you was this lousy (but informative) blog post”
I’ve been a bit of a naughty boy recently. Not only have I been neglecting this blog, I’ve also been re-living my life before kids. And by this I mean, I have been ‘out out’ on each of the last three Saturday nights and only ended up in my own bed on one of them. Duh duh duh. Continue reading “What do you miss most from your life before kids?”