Inspiration can strike at bizarre times. Like when you are sniffing your child’s backside at the side of a swimming pool in Ibiza on a sunny Friday afternoon, for example. There I was doing our standard 3pm poo check, when it hit me: as a parent, you end up doing loads of things that are actually pretty creepy when you sit down and think about it. Continue reading “5 slightly creepy things all parents do”→
Rhythm is a dancer. It’s a source of passion. You can find it anywhere. Or you could in your late teens and early 20s, anyway. Now you’re a parent hunting down somewhere to show off your best moves is a little more challenging. It is not impossible, however. And I know this because my wife and I recently took the bubster to our first baby rave. Continue reading “5 things I learned at my first baby rave”→
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?”→