If you speak to any father that drives, he will have a story about the first journey home with his partner and newborn child. I can clearly recall being accompanied out to the hospital car park by a midwife on a bright summer’s day when Mrs Adams and I came home with Helen. The midwife,
My big mouth, I’ve gone and landed myself in trouble haven’t I? I really should learn when to keep it closed.
Don’t tell my eldest daughter Helen, but I don’t like JoJo Bows. This puts me in an awkward position because Helen is something of a fan.
Confidence is a strange old thing. Over recent weeks I’ve found myself wondering what makes a confident parent and questioning where my own confidence comes from.
Izzy, our youngest daughter, has been at school for almost a month now. Her transition from pre-schooler to schoolgirl is complete.
