Sleep training is a difficult thing to do. Right now we’re doing just that with Emilia and, as with everything else, it’s giving us some mixed results. Some nights she can go down and sleep easily and give us four hour stints and be very easy to settle again once she wakes up. She’s recently moved into her own room into a big girl cot so it’s a huge couple of changes for her to handle at once. Throw sleep training into the mix as well and it’s a little bit of a recipe for dis

Procrastinating is a terrible thing. How many times have you gone to do something only to be distracted and end up doing something else completely? You end up down a rabbit hole of ‘this YouTube video is telling me a new way I should be washing my socks,’ yet the blogs you should have written go unfinished. Just recently I’ve suffered from this, ok maybe not the sock videos, but I should have written a lot more blogs than I have. And it’s not like I haven’t had the material.

Since Emilia has arrived Rupert has been amazing. He beams when he sees her, he lays his head on her chest when he can, and he hasn’t had any regression in sleep (fingers crossed.) However, Emilia or not, there’s one thing I’m struggling with as Rupert has hit the 18-month milestone and that’s discipline – I’m not sure what method is going to work. At the moment he doesn’t seem to understand no, he’s too young to stay on any naughty step and there’s no way I’m laying a finger

For years I have loved where I live. Anyone who knows me will know that I love Milton Keynes and I will defend it against anything anyone says – which is usually that it’s just roundabouts and concrete, that it is soulless and that it’s just chain stores and restaurants. Firstly, yes, we have a lot of roundabouts in Milton Keynes, more than 120 in fact and they keep putting more of the fuckers in. But a positive thing is you can never get lost, if you make a wrong turn at one

We’re literally just a handful of days before we potentially meet our new little prince or princess, and now I’m starting to worry. But these are different from the worries I had before Rupert was born. Then it was a fear of the unknown, scared that life was about to change beyond belief and terrified about whether I could be a good Dad. Days before Rupert was born I even questioned my own mortality – scared that one day I would leave him. However, this time around I’ve been

I love almost everything associated with being a Dad, yet there’s one I just can’t bear to put my name to – the ‘Dad Bod.’ Everything else I naturally either assumed when that pregnancy test was positive for the first time, or I already did. For example, I’ve been telling Dad jokes for the best part of 20 years. My humour can be pretty dark at times, childish a LOT of the time, but is also full of cheesy ‘jokes’ that would make even my own Dad cringe. Something else I’ve alwa

Mental health is a serious issue. Often treated as a taboo subject, it can crop up in so many forms including anxiety, depression, stress and so many more. When I was growing up if someone was suffering from mental health problems you immediately thought of someone in a straight jacket, sitting in a padded cell. The truth is that a lot of people who are suffering from a mental health problem are sitting next to you at work, walking past you in a shopping centre or even sat ar

It sounds like a cliché but time really is the most precious commodity we have. At the start of each day we all get 24 hours and we can choose to spend them however we want. Except the thing I’ve learned as a parent is that time seems to go so much quicker. One minute you’re getting up to start the day, the next minute you’re getting back into bed and you’ve achieved the sum total of sod all. In the last two weeks we’ve been home from hospital, Jess and I have planned to make

Why when people find out your pregnant, and they’ve had children, do they tell you all the bad bits? J and I recently shared the good news and for every ‘congratulations’ I think I’ve heard just as many ‘sleepless nights’, ‘pain’ and ‘poo-nami.’ Yes that’s right, poo-nami, a tsunami of poo that is akin to a natural disaster, just with a baby’s diarrhoea instead of water. We know it’s going to happen though, so it’s not like it’s a shock. It’s something you know is inevitable