He ain’t a baby no more!

What the hell is happening?

The monster is over a year old now. It’s almost unacceptable to call him a baby anymore! He eats far too many quavers to still be a baby. I literally have no idea how all of a sudden he turned into a laughing, shouting, screaming, poking, falling, crawling, walking, picking, biting, sucking, throwing, hitting, hiding,not sleeping, hairy maniac of a boy.

He literally doesn’t stop. He is crackers. He looks sod all like his baby photos, doesn’t even resemble the same kid. This growing up lark is happening far too quickly. I need to slow him down! Any ideas?

The doctor tried injections the other day, that definitely did not chill him out…

Hope you are well.

Dad.

Baby Update

I’ve been really inactive on here recently for one reason or the other! Balancing work, baby and being human is a challenge (who knew!)

The poo monster is doing well though! Sleeping seems to be getting a little better. We still have the odd shit show of a night but it’s often 1 bad night per week rather than 1 good night so i’ll definitely take that!

He is so close to crawling, it will literally be days now. He is up on all fours but a little weary about pottering forward! In other news he now chases us round the kitchen in his walker and attempts to break everyone’s toes. The little legend has also started to dance a bit bobbing his head whenever he hears a beat he likes. Apparently all it took was a bit of ‘like a G6’ and he was away!

Who could resist!?

The wife loves the horses

A long day at work for me.  I drove home on autopilot forgetting any manoeuvres that I might actually have made,  looking forward to seeing the wife and the little man.  The Wife answers the door looking understandably tired;  the little guy has Gastroenteritis which is causing him to blow out of both ends with impressive enthusiasm.  He is creating scenes which make Hacksaw Ridge look like a 5* hotel. Anywho,  she’s tired, as am I after being stuck behind car after car in the ‘rush hour’ (Slow down everyone!  It’s not a race!).  Much to my surprise, Babachops is curled up asleep on the sofa (he is sleeping a tonne with him being ill). The Wife asks me about my day.  She is being treated to my usual grumblings about the wonderful world of education when I hear commentary on the TV. Continue reading The wife loves the horses