Kipling probably wasn’t thinking about a day out at a country park with a 20-month-old when he began penning that poem about treating the twin imposters of triumph and disaster just the same, but he possibly should have been. I say this, because yesterday I went to a country park with my 20-month-old son and stared parenting success and failure in the face many, many times over. Continue reading “The fine line between parenting success and failure”
I used to think I was a big fan with my wife’s shoulders. Then my son came along and raised the stakes. To say, he’s obsessed by this body part is an understatement. It’s a borderline addiction.
Ah yes, rainy days. Enemy of mums and dads worldwide. If it’s hot and dry, we can take off a few layers and go outside. If it’s cold and dry, we can add on a few layers and go outside. But rainy days are a different story. They are wet. And wet leaves parents with two options: Continue reading “Dear Father Hood: got any tips for surviving rainy days?”
Yes, I am. I mean, there’s all the SEO stuff to think about. And then I wonder if I am using the right Twitter hashtags. And then I worry about whether I should be doing more memes or GIFs. And then… wait, you want me to talk about parenting mistakes rather than blogging errors, don’t you? Continue reading “Are you ever worried that you’re doing it wrong?”
Guess who’s back? Back from his family holiday in Spain. Father Hood’s back, tell a friend. That’s right, folks. After seven glorious days of sand, sea, strops and sunburn, the Hood clan has jetted home from Tenerife to face the music. And when I say music, I mean Continue reading “9 things I learned from taking our 18-month-old on a family holiday”
Do I look like I work for the nursery inspection section of Ofsted? No, I don’t, but I guess that’s why you’re reading this post. After all, there is only so much detail you can digest before your mouth beings to trot out platitudes like: Continue reading “What makes a nursery good or bad?”
There isn’t one. Next question. Sorry, I’m in a grump because three of my most recent flights with my son have been about as enjoyable as a long weekend with the Norovirus. Continue reading “Flying with children: what’s the best time of day to take off?”