Month: January 2012

Now you see me, now you don’t

Something strangely unnerving but nonetheless intriguing struck me recently; it’s quite possible that this blog I’ve quite happily been chuntering on about being a dad on is really quite blinkered. Not blinkered in terms of bias, you understand; Dylan is, naturally, the epitome of awesomeness. No, blinkered in terms of the fact that there’s probably …

Look who’s (nearly) talking

Like most parents, Kate and I both worry about when Dylan is going to reach the various important developmental stages that will eventually see him complete his transformation from baby to little boy. It’s probably irrational to do so, but it has to be said that most baby books have a lot to answer for with what are basically sweeping …

Zombie eye!

Regular readers of Diary of the Dad may know that I have a bit of a morbid fascination with all things zombie related and, in the best traditions of undead hordes, references to them creep into my posts here and there. In my first ever one, for example, I wrote about how I had finally emulated …