They only Change, They never go away.

Toby has just gone down for a nap in his cot,  an upgrade from the garden some might say but he really does love sleeping out there whatever the weather! (Please don’t call social services, sometimes I let him sleep in the garage if he’s been good).


A Cosy Garden Nap!

I thought after my success in writing a whole post during a nap last time I would try again, and in fact it is in fact the nap itself which has been playing on my mind today.

As I tap at this keyboard like a modern day version of the opening credits of “Murder she Wrote” (I apologise for planting that theme tune in your head), Toby is taking his daytime nap in his cot for the first time in months.  This is partly due to his transition from two naps to one,  and partly due to a string of days out of the house during the summer, meaning I fell into the habbit of him taking his naps either in his pushchair or in his car seat (and the comfort of an air conditioned car).  It became easier to just take him out for a walk or a drive once I was in the habbit, than to tackle my old nemesis the cot again.

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Am I Destined to Spend my Sundays Shouting About a Ball?


I’m writing this post on borrowed time; Toby is asleep in the garden (don’t worry he’s fine) and I’m going to try to write and publish a whole post before he wakes up.   It’s something I’m going to try and teach myself to do more often.  I’m a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to anything so when it comes to blogging, I will write a post, save it, re-read it the next day, tweak it, and maybe even tweak it again before I am happy enough to release it unto my 10’s of readers.  I think I need to lower my standards a little in order to increase my post numbers exponentially.

So today Lisa has gone into London to visit a friend for a Birthday brunch and Toby and I are having the day together.  It’s strange, we spend pretty much every day together (except Monday when he now goes to nursery)  but for some reason, when it’s just us two on the weekend it has a different feel to it.  I can’t quite put my finger on why.


The one and only time Toby was awake when walking the dogs.

We took the dogs out for a walk, the same time we do every day. By we took the dogs for a walk, I mean I wrestled to keep the pushchair pointing approximately forward and out of the bushes with my left hand, whilst two wannabe husky’s pulled mercilessly at my right hand to get to the field to play ball a few seconds quicker than if they just chilled the hell out.  Toby is down to one nap a day now, but he takes it during this walk, so he is usually asleep within 10 minutes due to the rhythmic motion caused by my cack-handed pushchair-dog handling as described above.

Today is Sunday, so naturally, at this time of year, as I understand it, that means people like to play football.  Now let me lay out my stall from the start, I really really don’t like football.  I don’t like any aspect of it.  I never enjoyed playing it, I’ve never enjoyed watching it, I certainly don’t like talking about it. When I was in the Met I used to police Tottenham matches and we were always told, “Watch the crowd, not the game” and whilst everyone else was secretly watching as much of the game as they could, I would happily watch the crowd, and start wondering how much electricity the floodlights use, how they keep the grass (sorry pitch) so nice, how much the TV cameras cost, heck I even just stood and looked at the brick wall in the tractor tunnel sometimes. Continue reading

Getting My Check-Up.


He’s growing fast!


Well that’s been a bloody long break hasn’t it?  Blogging is a bit like going to the dentist. Well, kind of.   Saying that, when you stop going to the dentist there’s a chance all your teeth may fall out.   The worst consequence of letting your blog disappear into a distant memory is you have to a) sidestep questions from people asking about your blog, and make an excuse as to why you haven’t updated it in months, and b) your 4 followers forget who you are.




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Our Day with ITV: “We Have it All”


Luckily they brought a real cameraman, and didn’t rely on floor shots like this.

One reasonably pleasant day towards the end of January (if there is such a thing), Lisa, Toby and I did some filming for ITV’s Tonight Programme.  The premise of the show is “Kids vs Career: Can Women have it all?” and it will air on ITV tonight at 7:30pm presented by Helen Skelton (Ex-Blue Peter presenter, Countryfile presenter, and all round record breaking active mum). Continue reading

What a Difference a Day Makes (Well Somewhere between 1-4 day’s) – A Note on Milk (and other parent) Anxiety.



Many experts agree Breastfeeding gives your baby the best start in life.  Of course it’s not the only way to do things, and it is down to mums and dads to choose how their baby is fed.  Nobody has the right to judge or look down either way whether it be new-old fashioned views on public decency, or old-new fashioned views on bottle fed parents being lazy, or “not trying”.  There is no right or wrong answer.  Only what is right for you and your family. Continue reading

Welcome to The Club.

“Welcome to The Club”  Four words a friend used in congratulating me on the birth of my son 11 weeks ago.

Nobody can really prepare you for what it means to become a parent. Specifically, nothing successfully prepared me for what it means to become a Dad, to join “that” club.

Toby - Day 1

Toby – Day 1

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Too much ice cream can do this to you... not sure what has happened to my nose though.

Too much ice cream can do this to you… not sure what has happened to my nose though.

They say being a Stay at Home Dad can make you feel a little emasculated, that you’ll garner more respect from the mum’s if you can fit in more…. That’s not however why I have donned this ultra comfortable blue hairpiece.  No, Today is Blue Hair Day!  Created by a Charity called Harrisons Fund, it is in aid of funding research into a terrible and incurable disease called Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.

The disease is 100% fatal and most kids affected will die in their late teens/early twenties.

As an expectant father myself… less than one month to go now I know already how much I worry about my child before it has even been born.  I can’t even begin to imagine the devastation a diagnosis of Duchenne in a child would cause a family, the knowledge that your child will most likely be wheelchair bound aged 12, and may not live to see their twenties.

At present there is no cure, but Harrisons Fund are working to provide researchers with the money required to work towards a cure before it is too late for Harrison, and other children affected worldwide.

To donate to this fantastic cause Text ‘BLUE’ to 70660 to Donate £5.  Hey, maybe text it twice.

20 Shades of Grey… Paint

Some of the Various Grey's we have tried.  Complete accident that the two blobs on the left look like a face with hair.  I wont miss the yellow.

Some of the Various Grey’s we have tried. Complete accident that the two blobs on the right look like a face with hair. I won’t miss the yellow.

Well that’s been a busy few months! Even with the best of intentions, all blogging activity ground to a halt during the recent works on our house. Even now we aren’t finished, but I’m sitting in Costa Coffee waiting whilst our car is being repaired  Continue reading