Monthly Archives: February 2014

Is it the old woman’s fault? Society’s fault? I am not sure of the exact date of the rhyme’s origin but there are certainly parts of the world where women who have a lot of children under seeming contravention of … Continue reading →

You need to not overthink choosing a name for a child. And you definitely can’t underthink it. I went early and hard for Alex. I am that predictable that I wanted to call a boy or girl Alex because of … Continue reading →

I am waiting to pay £1.60 for something in the Pound Store across the street. This serves as a reminder that perhaps shops shouldn’t give themselves a label based on a monetary amount which is privy to inflation. The ‘some … Continue reading →

We live next to a library and they are going… OK. I am writing something that isn’t about my new baby. Well bloody well sue me. Here’s the problem: I am playing catch up with these blogs and every day … Continue reading →

You call yourself daddy. That’s new fathers and large men in prison. But you start to talk about yourself in the third person as this daddy character. I didn’t even notice myself doing it until a few days in. I … Continue reading →

There was scurrilous conjecture that I wouldn’t make it to the Jake Bugg gig when I revealed I was expecting a child on February the ninth. “Two weeks is plenty,” I cockily retorted. Junior, of course, had other ideas about … Continue reading →

I can be found quite often sharing my affection for my son. It is not unusual for me to be shouting “I effing love you” at him while he is being fed. Note the lack of cuss – I am … Continue reading →

My new activity is googling different things I am worried about – other than my own health. Does a baby wanting to feed all the time mean anything? Is it normal for a baby to sneeze? How many breaths should … Continue reading →