Countdown to Nursery

Due to our own particular circumstance, we’re at the stage now where Pippa is 15 months old, and so far we have been able to rely on close family when it comes to babysitting.

Grandma & Grandad (mostly Grandma 😉) or Auntie Helen & Uncle Jamie have always been available and able to have Pippa whenever we’ve needed them. Whether it be for Jen to go to work or to a meeting, or on one of those rather rare occasions where we’ve been out on a “date night”.

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The Bedtime Routine

Due to me working full time, with an hour commute each way, my time with Pippa is limited Monday to Friday. Because of this however, I enjoy the task of being the one who puts Pippa to bed each night. I’ve been the one to do that pretty much from when my paternity leave finished. I don’t remember if we discussed me being the one, or if it just happened. But I’m happy either way.

From the early days there’s been a routine. It feels like there’s always been a routine. It’s changed slightly over time, but I think a routine in general is important. If anything, so you, the parent, don’t forget to do something that you’re supposed to remember to do but you can’t remember because you’re too busy trying to remember that thing that your partner asked you to remember for them!

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Back To Work

Everyone prepares you (or tries to) for the day your baby arrives. When you go home for the first time. The sleepless nights. The tiredness. The nappies. So many nappies. But what they don’t prepare you for, is the day you go back to work. I’m not talking about you mums out there. I can’t even begin to imagine what that feels likes after spending every day with your little one for months. I’m talking about us Dads who go back to work after paternity leave.

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The Joy’s of Hereditary Hair Loss

I remember when I was a young lad, I used to make fun at my Dads hair loss. It felt like everyone made fun of bald people back then. No, not bold people, bald people. You know. Those fellas with the sunroof on top. Those follicaly challenged folk.

Back then, having a fully shaved meant you were a bit of a thug. That was the association with it. Many a Grandma crossed the road when approached by a youth with a shaved head. Maybe that’s why for years men would cling onto that nasty bit of hair around the side and to the back. As that centre parting grew bigger and wider, still those tufty bits remained. Even Prince William for far too long clung on to what he had left until he welcomed the wonders of a set of clippers into his life. I don’t imagine he’s one for DIY grooming though. He probably has someone for that. And to clean up the mess afterwards!

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