Three times last night, four the night before. No, I’m not boasting about my sexual prowess, I’m talking about the amount of times my wife and I had to deal with our toddler falling off his new “big boy” bed (read: cot with one side taken off).
Remember the pre-baby world when leaving the house was easy? I do. And I recall that it involved picking up my keys, opening the door and walking out with a smile on my face. Fast-forward two-and-a-bit years and getting over the doorstep is a military operation featuring numerous shoe changes, a couple of tantrums and much discussion about who has packed what in the baby bag. Continue reading “Dear Father Hood: what should we put in our baby bag?”→
Question: what’s pale, ginger and covered in sunburn that’s so bad it’s going to turn into heinous, puss-filled blisters? Answer: a 12-year-old me after spending a day on the beach baking under the sun while on a family holiday in southern Scotland. Yes, this is a true story. And yes, it does say southern Scotland. I really do burn that easily. But if you think this sensitive skin is Continue reading “The 5 best things to do with your toddler at the beach”→
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”→