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 …

Kreativ thinking

Last Monday was a good day. Thanks to my shiny new smartphone, I was able to learn that Tottenham’s Gareth Bale had won the PFA Player of the Year Award on my way in to work and, with pleasing symmetry, that I had been given an award of my own on the magical mystery tour …

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 …