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One Year Old

One Year Old

Gushing dad post follows, if gushing offends you stop reading now….

If my WordPress scheduling has worked, this post should be hitting your screens exactly 1 year after PG was born. 23:44 on December 30th.

We’ve made it. We’re here! Wifey and I have successfully kept a human alive and well (and happy, too) for 12 months. A stonking achievement. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have any doubt that we’d accidentally cause the little beast harm but I genuinely think we’ve done a damn good job. Our child is happy 99% of the time, she’s developing exceptionally well and feels to be ahead of where she should be in some respects, and she makes us really bloody proud.

A year ago, our lives changed forever (Ok so it was 9 months before that) and I particularly was secretly a little scared about whether or not I could be a decent dad. Wifey has worked with kids most of her life so I always reckoned she would win at anything to do with parenting, but actually it’s a journey we’ve gone on together. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for having your first child. What feels like the entire population of the universe plus the NHS will give you their opinion on what bottles to us or when you should wean etc, but you end up just ignoring it all and doing it your own way anyway. Our lovely friends did of course give plenty good advice, but to anyone waiting for the arrival of their first little one, you don’t have to listen to any of it if you don’t want to. It’s your child, do it your way (obviously there’s a long list of DON’Ts which should be strictly followed such as Don’t leave you baby in water unattended, Don’t cook your baby, Don’t iron your baby, Don’t let your baby play with plug sockets, and so on, but a lot of it is common sense).

Let’s rewind life a little (if only, eh?). It’s the morning of 30th December 2015, enjoying our last ever lie in. Wifey gets up for a pee at around 9am, still no sign of PG even though she is 3 days late at this point. Pee successful, she trundles back to bed, goes to get back in bed and the “BABY ON HER WAY” alarm goes off (that’s a sudden ejection of water that hits the floor with a splash combined with me saying “Oh shit it’s time” or something like that). The next 10ish hours are frankly a tad boring. Lots of waiting around, scans etc before finally getting a bed. Wifey keeps making funny noises as if she’s in pain throughout, and drains her phone battery playing games all day (before you scald me, I’m well aware it hurt and make my comments in jest). A bit of moaning and groaning later, with a couple of cheeky drugs to speed things up, and PG was born. A sticky gooey ball of a human that would go on to melt our hearts forever.

The last year has flown by, and you really do have to stop to take it all in sometimes. PG has her own little cheeky personality which we all love, she’s got teeth, she can stand, she can get about on her own, she can feed herself, she can say “Hiya”, she can wave and clap, she can throw a ball (which is great because playing ball is now a two sided sport rather than me playing fetch with myself). The list goes on. It’s not just down to us either. There are so many people who have an influence in her life and to those people I’m eternally thankful for helping us to mould our beautiful girl (Nursery, Baby Sensory, Rhythm Time, and not forgetting our amazing family and friends, including a mother-in-law who finds ironing therapeutic and relaxing (yes I did just say that – her words not mine – and she probably thinks we time our washing with her Phoebe day each week – we don’t.. always!)).

There have been so many happy times, some jolly frustrating times, a lot of tired times when just 5 more minutes in bed would have been epic, but being woken up early means we get more time with this precious human.

So here’s to PG and the next year of your life. You bring so much light and happiness to everyone around you and make mummy and daddy so proud every single day. Roll on 2017.

Ttfn

Pete

A Birthday Poem

A Birthday Poem

Here is a short little rhyme
From a proud dad to his daughter
She impresses me every single day
With all the things we’ve taught her.

To my little superstar

A year has passed since you were born,
Every day has been just grand.
From playing hard with all your toys,
To just holding your hand.

I didn’t know what life would be like
Once we had a kiddy.
It really took my breath away
When you were born so diddy.

It was the strangest day that I had had,
In my life so far;
From arriving at hospital as two,
To driving home as three in the car.

I’d watch you sleep and shed a tear
My perfect little girl
You’ve grown so much, made us so proud
You really are our world.

So Happy Birthday little one
This birthday is just the first
Life’s so exciting with you around
With joy we might just burst

Full 1 Year post to follow
Climbing. The. Stairs.

Climbing. The. Stairs.

Oh. Deary. Me. PG has discovered the staircase. Instant regret about moving from a bungalow to a house with stairs (we’d have never even had to contend with this problem in the old house). I joke, of course. It’s better to teach her all about health and safety around stairs at home than on some other random stairs.

Luckily or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, PG can now get her leg up high enough to deal with stairs, and boy does she love the adventure. I usually get home from work around 5.15pm and apart from teatime and In the night garden (both firm favourites), most of the time is spending going up and down the stairs with daddy’s help. Some might think this is foolish of me and I should stop her doing it, but I actually think teaching her properly can only be a good thing. She’s been at this for a week now and we’ve still no baby gate (this is pending, and coming soon, don’t sweat folks). She loves adventuring up to the top, which takes a few minutes, before coming back down again. The latter bit is the hard part and she needs plenty help doing it, but she gets how she needs to do it. She doesn’t just fling herself off the top step and hope for the best – the baby gate would have been up by now if that was the case believe me – and is pretty sensible about it. Of course when she crawls out of the lounge by herself me and Wifey know exactly where she’s going and promptly follow her.

For anyone who has visions of us just lazing away on the sofa letting our child roam around free – do one – that’s not the case at all. We have tremendous fun venturing around the house together, although my knees can’t take much more or this crawling around so I hope she starts to walk soon.

My blogging skills seem to be going out the window at the moment as life is whizzing by at a rate of knots and I don’t want to miss valuable daddy-daughter time writing blog posts, so I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with my miserable attempt at getting new posts out. I’ve also found myself wondering if blogging is actually something I want to carry on with. I know that I wouldn’t want my mum and dad plastering me all over the net, so I might have to change my approach slightly, and maybe lay off some of the photos etc, or change how I take them (comments from other bloggers on this subject would be good!)

The 11 month post looms (7 days, eek!) and then it’s onto the big events of the year… CHRISTMAS and the little monkey turning ONE!!!

Ttfn

Pete

Be Back Soon!

Be Back Soon!

Hello everyone! A short post just to say SORRY for the lack of posts recently. Me, Wifey and the little one have just moved house and there seems to be no time for blogging! I have got three drafts on the go though (honestly!) so expect a barrage of posts coming at you soon.

Here is a nice picture to keep you going a bit!

Yet Another Selfie
Yet Another Selfie

Ttfn

Pete

Bank Holiday – The Sun Is Shining!

Bank Holiday – The Sun Is Shining!

August bank holiday 2016 and the sun is shining. There. I said it. Written in black and white we had some decent weather in a British summer, and boy did we make the most of it!

I’m trying to scribble this as fast as possible as PG is a bit TOO tired so keeps having a bit of a meltdown, so if there’s any typos it’s tough nuts (for once I don’t care).

Me and the missus umm’d and ahh’d for a while this morning wondering what to do. As we are shortly moving house the tight budget (set by me) is currently even tighter, so we soon binned off any extravagant visits to zoos etc, especially seeing as though we are off to Yorkshire Wildlife Park next weekend – woohoo! More to follow on that after we’ve been.

The first activity of the day was a trip to the local park, as there’s plenty to do – loads of space to run around (though we aren’t at walking stage yet, so not quite there), a lake with ducks and swans, a park suitable for kids of all ages, and a train that runs on various days throughout the week. Heck we even saw Granny walking the dog! The park is notorious for causing traffic jams on sunny days as it’s so popular, so we went early and beat the rush. Parking is only a quid all day, so no big deal there. First stop, the train (actually it was the car boot to change a nappy explosion but I’ll bypass that bit)! We went on a tractor ride at Cannon Hall Farm but this was PG’s first train ride, and she lurrrrved it! We even managed not to lose her over the side as the train rattled round it’s tracks. At £1.40 a pop (under 1s free) it’s worth a few quid, and the money goes straight back into the miniature railway run by volunteers. Without the paying public it wouldn’t run and kids wouldn’t get to enjoy it.

Checking out the scenery on the train ride!
Checking out the scenery on the train ride!

Five minutes or so and a toot toot later we were back at the platform ready for a stroll round the lake. We aren’t quite at the duck feeding age – I can’t wait until we are – but she enjoyed looking at them all the same.

After the park we headed into town to get some lunch. We had a bite to eat, Phoebe did her usual trick of throwing food everywhere, and then we got a call to say a swing we had ordered for the garden had arrived so we had to go fetch it immediately so we could build it and get some use out of it before the rain came, which I’m sure won’t be far away given we are in England.

Note to anyone out there thinking about purchasing a Wilko 2-in-1 swing (at £25 it’s actually a really good deal) – the instructions are horrific. They seem sensible until you get to about half way through and are told to screw the top in, which if not lined up precisely right through the other steps is impossible without taking half of what you’ve just build apart again – unless we just got a dodgy one – but there’s a warning! After an hour of arsing about with screws which cover your hands in some kind of silver stuff, presumably some lacquer to make them weatherproof, the swing was finally built, before the sun went in and before PG had decided she didn’t really care about it anymore after watching intently for an hour whilst I nearly bust a gut building the damn thing. In she went and she loved it! We’ve used swings at the park before, but now we’ve got one at home the garden is even more fun!

Enjoying her new swing!
Enjoying her new swing!

Once she’s older the baby seat comes off and is replaced with a “big girl” swing, and a few more poles are added to the legs to make it the usual height, so it’s actually a versatile product, just a nightmare to build. Hopefully after my efforts no-one will nick it out of the garden.

A wicked day which properly wore her out. Back to the grindstone tomorrow!

What did you do this bank holiday? Be sure to share your fun with us!

Ttfn

Pete

Giggles Make It All Worthwhile

Giggles Make It All Worthwhile

Picture the scene. The bath is run, there’s bubbles galore. A 7 month old baby splashes around having fun. Then Daddy decides it’s time to play a game! Let’s see if Daddy can make the sticky shapes stick to the shower screen when he throws them. If they fall off, we say “BOOOOOOOOOOOO” at the top of our voices. If they stick, we say “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY” just as loud.

This was the result, and this is exactly the reason why parenting is the best thing in the world (no matter how hard it gets).

Due to PG showing off her lady bits in the video, I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with a few pictures whilst you listen!