Earlier this week we went for a family walk on a nature reserve. The sun was beating down and my daughters, Helen and Izzy were struggling with the heat, so we took a break.
You can tell it’s the end of the school year. The children have been getting more excitable and us parents have got a bit slack at doing homework and ensuring the school uniform is ironed and pristine (or is it just me?)
When I became a stay at home father, many aspects of the role were predictable and expected. I knew I would be one of a tiny number of dads in the playground. I knew, in time, that I’d figure out where the best local supermarkets were and that I’d end up doing more baking than
I had a strange sense of déjà vu the other day. I was Taking Izzy, our youngest daughter, to her beginners swimming class. It was like travelling back in time to when I did the same with Helen, her older sister. As it was with Helen, swimming with Izzy is incredibly good fun. The past
A couple of weeks ago I posted this picture on my blog, it’s an image I thought encapsulated childhood perfectly. Going through a memory card yesterday, I found this picture, taken during the recent half term. Although technically inferior, I think this image also shows what childhood should be about.
