Day of the Dad

So here it is, my first Father’s Day – or ‘Day of the Dad’ if you will. I have to say I’m liking it so far. Dylan’s first ‘gift’ to me today was a wake up call at quarter past five because he needed his nappy changing. Funny that he picked today of all days. He …

Forward thinking

Regular readers of Diary of the Dad may remember that this here blog was very kindly given the Kreativ Blogger Award a couple of months ago. Well guess what? We’ve been given another one of these ‘memes’ which, having swotted up on the subject – well, I am still something of a newbie – are a nice way of bloggers …

Born to be a dancer

Last week I ended with the fact that Dylan was starting to climb things. Anything or anyone, in fact. Since then he has upped it a couple of notches and is now capable of hauling himself into a standing position. And, with only a little support, excitedly jumping up and down on the spot to celebrate …

An age-old question

The latest issue of FHM landed with a thud on the door mat couple of weeks ago. With it came the realisation that I’m getting to that fearful transitional stage of not necessarily feeling old, but certainly of not feeling young either. I don’t know whether this is down to the lack of decent sleep over the last ten months or …

The final countdown…

Today was fairly mediocre to begin with; I grudgingly got up, made myself vaguely presentable, made Dylan’s breakfast, had mine with Kate and trudged off to the station with my grumpy going-to-work face prominently on display. The train journey to work was uneventful, ditto the first couple of hours in the office. But then, from …

In the Fright Garden

We love In the Night Garden in our house; it has become the staple of Dylan’s bedtime routine. I don’t know what its creators were on when they came up with the idea, but it is stellar stuff that seems to hypnotise our little monkey, convincing him in the process that going to sleep would …

Exit pursued by a baby

Ever since Dylan learned to crawl, he has been displaying some unexpected characteristics. Yes, folks, I’m going off on a completely irrelevant and almost certainly pointless tangent. I’m pretending to think that he reckons he’s a cat. For the benefit of anyone reading this who doesn’t know me, I should point out before I get any further …