A bit of white milk rafting I often find myself staring at my tiny three week old daughter, wondering what on Earth she can be dreaming about. It baffles me! Her dreams seem so lively, but she hardly knows anything! All she really knows is the inside of my [...]
I’m sitting at home watching Tunisia play Qatar at handball whilst a baby who can’t pooh screams in my ear. There’s been a lot of obscure Olympic sport watched to the soundtrack of horribly shrill, poohless baby shrieking over the last few days. Judo, fencing, table tennis, canoe slalom, trampolining, [...]
So, she’s out, I'm a Dad and I have a new found respect for women. THAT. WAS. BRUTAL! My tiny wife somehow managed to push out a 57 cm long, 8 pound 10 ounce baby. My little wife who can still comfortably shop at Baby GAP. I have to doff [...]