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?”
Last night, I posted the above picture on my Instagram. It’s a really nice snapshot that I presented on the social media site alongside the following caption.
“A football class in St Albans, a birthday party in Twickenham, a catch up with friends and a river walk all achieved within a day. Up yours, London traffic. #dadblog #london #weekend #familyfun #twickenham #stalbans #whichway #fatherandson #dadandson #boats #river #ducks” Continue reading “Social media parenting: a picture paints 1,000 words, but not all of them are truthful”
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?”
It’s fair to say the dual blow of my wife’s parents going to America for a month and my son’s nursery summer holiday arriving has hit my wife and I pretty hard. And when I say pretty hard, I’m talking with more force than a Continue reading “Nursery summer holiday: don’t panic! The grandparents are coming”
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?”
Baby teething! Arrggggghhhhhhhh! Just when my wife and I thought it was safe to boast about a guaranteed six hours of sleep per night, my son’s gnashers have begun teething again. It’s an exasperating situation that’s left him both gagging on Calpol and refusing to accept Calpol. So, every six hours, we’re Continue reading “Baby teething part II: this time it’s vocal”