Family life

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 …

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 …

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 …

Loitering within tent

The sunny weather we have all enjoyed of late has seen us finally dragging ourselves outside to do something about the horrendous mess we call the garden. Dylan was born only a month after we moved in, so we had a great excuse to neglect it last summer but sadly not this year from my lazy point of …