Hold. The. Phone. I’m not starting this post by reporting a brunch date. On Saturday and Sunday we ate breakfast at home. What is this sorcery?
Following our very understated porridge breakfast enjoyed in our own kitchen, we went out for ‘a drive’. I have many memories of my parents hoarding us into the car on a weekend and spending an hour or two driving around. I always wondered why they did it. And now I know it’s because it’s easier than entertaining children at home. In our case that wasn’t entirely true. Carl and I have been debating moving for a while but the problem is that we don’t know where to move to. Which is a bit of an issue, so we went to scope out some places, returning home nonthewiser so I guess we’re staying put for the time being.
I then came home and ate a punnet of cotton candy grapes, I know they’re fruit but I’m not sure I should’ve eaten so many in one sitting…. They are yummy though.
Anyway, I then took myself off to the hairdressers for a little spruce up of the ol’ barnet before coming home to a slightly stressed looking Carl. I’m not going to lie, although I wouldn’t want to trade places with him and go out to work everyday as I love spending the days with my boy, I did feel quite satisfied when he admitted parenting solo isn’t quite as easy as he’d imagined. I think until Saturday he had visions of me laid on the sofa all day drinking coffee after coffee while Henry napped peacefully. Which is funny because that’s how I’d imagined spending my maternity leave days at home myself….
On Sunday we went into town to buy a mirror. And returned with no mirror. All the while Henry whinged so all in all a pretty unsuccessful trip, although I did pick up another punnet of cotton candy grapes which I ate before we even got home. We ended the day with a meal out with family where I ate my body weight, leaving me feeling like I’d undone some good work being so virtuous with food and exercise in the last few days. A mama deserves a treat though, right?
So I’m off for a hot bath, where hopefully I’ll sweat out some of the lbs I’ve undoubtedly gained earlier on today…
What did you do this weekend?



This was Carl’s breakfast. I was busy shovelling avocado into Henry’s mouth.

Monday. We meet again…This weekend has been the first in a while that we’ve had Daddy at home for both Saturday and Sunday. BONUS. Not only is it lovely for Henry to have some more time with his Daddy, but it’s also very handy to have a co-parent and I’m happy to report that I’ve consumed at least three hot-hot beverages.

The only way to kick off a weekend with all three family members present is brunch with friends, so off we skipped into town to chow down on eggs at Tamper Coffee, with a side of chat and cute babies.

Carl, Henry and I then went off for a very rainy wander around town to pick up some skincare pour moi. My regime has been a little off at the moment and I’m pretty sure that I’m ageing about five years with every sleepless night. Given how our nights have been lately I figured if I didn’t do something soon I’d have the face of a seventy-year-old before Christmas.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging, playing with Henry and watching a couple of episodes of The Wonder Years, which I scored some serious wife points by picking up for Carl and few weeks ago.

Carl whipped Henry out for a walk on Sunday morning, so I resisted the temptation to binge watch Keeping up with the Kardashians and did a little cleaning – a pretty rare occurrence but I felt I should for reasons I’ll be disclosing later this week…. if the promise of an insight into my cleaning habits doesn’t get you excited for what’s coming to this corner of the internet this week, I don’t know what will. I spoil you with this riveting stuff.

What have you been up to this weekend?



Parents go wild...ish.Yay for the bank holiday which means it’s Monday and it’s STILL the weekend. MIND BOGGLING!

If you read Friday’s post, you’ll know that on Saturday night we hit a parental milestone and left Henry overnight for the first time. There are very few people I’d be dragged kicking and screaming, I mean, leave Henry at home for, but our best friends and Henry’s godparents Natalie and Jamie are off on their travels. So off to Leeds we went to wave Bon Voyage over a prosecco – in my case, two proseccos and a cocktail… I didn’t fancy parenting a teething bambino on a hangover.

On Saturday morning I decided to take advantage of the glorious sunshine and take Henry for a walk to the shop for some ‘thank-you-for-staying-at-our-house-to-play-sleep-roulette’ snacks for Carl’s parents. It was sunshine when I set off anyway, by the time I’d reached the shop the heavens had opened and I was wandering around Asda looking like I’d abandoned a sunshine holiday after the first few hours with my milky whites on display.

We arrived in Leeds in the late afternoon after saying an emotional goodbye to Henry, who clearly didn’t care less that we’d left because he played happily for the rest of the day and only woke once in the night. Typical! I on the other hand couldn’t shake off a slightly anxious feeling until Carl’s mum text in the morning to let us know they were all ok (you don’t even want to know what goes on in my overactive imagination!) Despite this we had a really lovely time, it was nice to have only ourselves to organise, to have a bath with no time limit, to spend some couple time with Carl and to be in an adult only environment and catch up with friends. I even stayed out ’til 1am – I know what you’re thinking, ‘dirty-stop-out!

On Sunday morning we were up fairly early to head home. I practically sprinted into the house for an emotional reunion, a little underwhelmed to be greeted with a less enthused look than I get when I return to the living room from a two second kitchen run. But overall it went well, his grandparents did a great job and he was a pretty happy chappy today so I could tell he’d slept well. Although I’m not in a hurry to leave him overnight again I’d like to think I’ll feel a little better about it next time.

We spent the rest of Sunday at my mums who’d wrongly anticipated we’d be hungover and made pie – yummy! – You’re welcome for your bank holiday Monday mealspiration.

I’d love to know what you got up to this weekend? In the meantime, if you need me I’ll most likely be found with a fork in one hand and a plate of leftover pie in the other…

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christeningPhew! I’m hoping that as you read this I’ll be fresh as a daisy after a good nights sleep. On Saturday night, in typical baby fashion, Henry obviously sensed we’d have an early start and was up a grand total of seven times between 10pm and 5.30am, sometimes leaving only 30 minutes between each wake.  This made for a very tired Mummy and Daddy, and a slightly cranky Henry heading to church for his christening on Sunday morning.

Saturday was spent cake baking and decorating as I thought it would be a nice touch for it to be homemade and, you know… I have so much time on my hands *rolls eyes*. Anyway, after only one sugar icing induced tantrum, I think it turned out ok. In fact, I’m quite proud of my effort. Maybe celebration cakes could be the start of a new career. Although I’m not sure anyone would be willing to pay my could-use-some-improvement-skills what I would need to charge to break-even, considering what it cost to buy all the tools and ingredients and the woman hours dedicated to it. Possibly not the most viable business…

Somehow, despite the very early start we all managed to make it to the church on time, by which time Henry had been awake for five hours, despite our best efforts to put him down for a nap. In fact, in the whole day he had a 40 minute nap between waking up at 5.30am and going to bed a 6.30pm after a very disturbed night. I appear to have an insomniac baby. Some of the photos in the church depict a very unhappy face, so I don’t think I’ve come away with the happy family photo I was hoping for!

Despite all the tiredness we had a lovely day with all our favourites and Henry is an incredibly lucky boy to have such lovely family and friends around him, and he was very spoiled with some beautiful and thoughtful gifts. We spent the rest of Sunday at my mums, munching cake in a sleep deprived delirious state. I recall seeing three houses on my mums street with rabbit hutches on the drive, with another one being delivered and I’m not 100% sure this even happened…

If anyone’s interested, here’s Henry’s christening cake. I’d offer you my cake baking services but I’m not great value for money.





Processed with VSCO with c1 presetI’m very excited to have been nominated for my very first tag challenge by Laura and Mark of 2 Travelling Tots  – The Daddy Tag Challenge  – the genius idea from the delightful Frenchie Mummy. What makes it all the more wonderful is that I don’t even have to do the work…muhahaha!
So, I’m off to soak in the bath – I may be back later should I need to defend myself….

Are you a Stay at Home Daddy or a Working Daddy?

I’m a working Daddy, but I work for myself so I don’t have anyone to answer to when I want some time off. I have to be the boss somewhere…

Would you have it any other way?

No, I like to feel like I am supporting my family and being my own boss means I can be flexible when I need to be.

Do you co-change dirty nappies? Even the very smelly ones?

Yes I do. It’s surprising how a smelly nappy can wake you up in the morning.

A little fairy gives you the possibility of breastfeeding. Are you going for it or do you run away?

If a little fairy came along I’d ask to win the lottery instead.

What is the one must-have item for a daddy?

A mummy.

How many kids do you plan on having?

Two or three. I’d like a big family.

Lads’ nights? How often do you have them?

What’s a lads night? I can’t make it past 11 these days before I’m tired, grabbing a takeaway and heading home. Now I know I’m getting old.

Your children’s favourite achievement?

Saying Dada, Claire says it’s just baby babbles but I know otherwise.

What is your best memory with your kid(s)?

When he was born, he took his time but it was so worth it.

Name one thing you miss since being a daddy?

Sleep obviously.

Weight gain, before pregnancy, during, after and now? And we mean YOU DADDY, not the mummy!

A few too many visits to the Colonel in the early days saw me pile on some timber but I think I’m back to normal now.

Dream holiday with your kids?

Japan, I’ve alway wanted to go and I think it would be good to show Henry a different culture. And I like the food.

Dream holiday without your kids or even without the other half? (You’re allowed to dream)

I would probably say Vegas. I’m 30 next year – hint, hint.

How has your life changed since having kids?

I can’t just pop anywhere anymore and I think differently. Everything I do I think about how it will affect Henry. I’d rather him have something than me.

Finish the sentence “It makes my heart melt when…”

When he drinks water from his sippy cup. It’s very cute.

Favourite beers brands and football team?

Sheffield Wednesday and Heineken.

Huggies or Pampers?

Pampers. The only nappies that can almost always contain the biggest explosions.

Have you always wanted kids?

Yes and I always wanted a son so I’m very lucky.

Best part of being a dad?

Everyday is different and watching him learn new skills and become more and more cheeky.


So… *Ding! Ding!* I nominate some lovely ladies who I’ve been introduced to through Friday night’s #mblogchat: Kirsty of More of Me, Maddy of The Speed Bump & Jenna of Tinyfootsteps!


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