F is for…


It seems so simple. Almost primal. People have been having having children for a little while now. But fatherhood is almost a science. A science made up of gut instinct and winging it.

If you think it’s going to work. Try it. It might. If you’ve seen it on tv and it worked try it. My gut instinct over the last time 10 months has become a finely honed 6th sense.

I have to say I’m enjoying it. I was told to enjoy it. They grow up so quick. All those sorts of clich├ęs but it’s true. Even looking back on pictures from a month ago it’s hard to remember that this lumpy ball of smiles was once quite small.

Being a father is the best career that I’ve fallen into. It’s probably because I’m still a child. Just one who can have a glass of wine and reach things that are high up.


Dad. Out

E is for…

Easy evening eating.

From working full time, I come home and really enjoy spending time with my daughter, even if it’s just a few minutes. But in the evenings, I also enjoy eating. Always have. It’s kind of a thing.

But since she has been old enough to eat solids. Any food I have gets watched from plate to mouth. Much like a dog does. Watching like a hawk with pleading, open eyes. We inevitably end up sharing food with our tiny little dustbin.

Despite the early days, when she would turn her nose up at anything that wasn’t mango. She will now eat anything. As teething progresses, anything will go in the mouth.


I adore the look on her face when I’ve passed her some of my food. She treats it like a treat. So excitable.

So every night I manage to throw a meal down me. Because if I don’t eat fast. I’ll eat half my meal and end up eating her rusks.

Dad. Out