In preparation for our house move, I have just cleared out a cupboard that’s situated under the stairs. While doing so, I was reunited with an old friend. Not a human friend, but an old Diaper Dude changing bag that used to travel with me everywhere when Izzy was in nappies.
I was minding my own business early yesterday morning, my head full of ideas to entertain my kids on the first day of the half-term break from school. I then spotted a news story on the BBC website. Had I been eating cornflakes at the time I’d have spat them out over my computer monitor
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,
When I was a kid, I once got in huge trouble for writing in the family’s address book in pen. I’d specifically been instructed by my mother to update it in pencil and both she and my stepfather were forthright in expressing their disapproval of my actions.
As my youngest daughter inches towards the end of her time at nursery and pre-school, I’ve been reflecting on the experiences Izzy has had. All things considered, it’s been very different to her older sister.
