Isaac became potty trained and is no longer in nappies in the daytime; he is no longer a baby.
Little boys who switch to pants find themselves “fun to play with”.
I’m pretty good at cooking goat meat.
My boys are insanely polite and well mannered when it comes to opening gifts (N “would you like another present to open, Isaac?” I “oh, yes please Noah, thank you very much!”)
Big Small’s birthday is DAYS after new year.
The Gruffalo is awesome.
We’re all quite partial to a cup of tea.
Turns out people really do like my photography.
Set an earlier cut-off date so I’m not making deliveries on Christmas eve.
Speech delay can be a right bitch, but holy cow once it’s behind you, you’ll forget what it was like.
Despite already getting better, I’m terrified of successfully dealing with my mental health.
When The Smalls find a favourite meal (rice, peas, sweetcorn, pancetta, prawns and egg; pork noodle stir fry; fish pie; whole roast chicken with roast spuds and steamed veg), they will eat several portions of it in one sitting.
They’ll eat it like it’s going out of fashion.
Kids, noodles and chopsticks make a hilarious combo.
It’s perfectly acceptable to scream like a mentalist when Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel Barker tweets you on twitter.
Friends are better kept online than trying to do all that stuff in real life.
Every time I want to blog something, I find myself not saying what I want to say. This pisses me off rather a lot.
Rah Rah the Noisy Lion is really noisy.
When people voluntarily send you beer in the post, it’s because they are FUCKING AWESOME.
Grow a slightly larger pair of balls sometime soon.
Take Noah on the Severn Valley Railway more often.
Find a way to tell the weirdos on twitter to stop being weird and go away already.
Bacon just never becomes boring