We did some chalk art on Friday, & Ellie & Jake seem very happy about it!
It was during the recent trauma – and closeness – of our vigil with Ellie during her week in hospital with ‘the pox’.
She slept a lot of the time, day & night, due to her illness & the medication she was taking. She’d just recently awoken, & we were doing ordinary things, like watching children’s TV or videos, & chatting.
We got to talking about our being in hospital when she & Jake were born, when out of the blue she said:
“Doctors make babies, don’t they?”
For the first 2 years of your lives we all lived together in our big house in the Midlands. The “big old house”, with the big old garden.
You don’t remember it. I do.
I remember how I was your full-time, stay-at-home Daddy. For your first year with Mummy, and for your second year by myself when Mummy went back to work, with reduced hours.
I remember it all so well. You don’t.
Continue reading “Blackberries”
A marvellous feature of the new house is the plentiful & easily accessible coat hooks by the front door.
Jake & Ellie each have their own hook, & guard them with a territorial ferocity that would rival a wild animal.
When Jake comes in & takes off his coat he carefully hangs it on his hook before going inside. Takes after his Dad…
When Ellie comes in & takes off her coat she drops it any old how on the floor then runs off to play. Takes after her <CENSORED! Ed.>
I’ve been hanging my coat on a hook in the row above theirs; unknown to me however this has been causing ructions!
One evening I saw Jake walk up to the Mummy, then heard him say:
“Mummy, can you tell Daddy not to put his coat over my hook? I can’t hang my coat on it”, then he walked off.
So my smart little boy has deduced that if you want Daddy to do something then you get Mummy to tell him?
He seems to understand the dynamic here!
It probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done though when I said that to the Mummy…
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I’m speaking from experience here! I had the great misfortune of breaking down 3x in 2 weeks at Christmas, each time having to be rescued by the AA.
The 3rd time was the most concerning as I had Jake & Ellie with me. We were heading off to soft play in the Astra, & it just didn’t feel right: its usual acceleration just wasn’t there. It felt suspiciously like the little car did before its clutch failed (breakdown #1). Unfortunately I was right.
They’d fallen asleep anyway, & I decided to turn around & go back home. There was a hill though; a long one. Try as we might the car just wouldn’t make it! The best I could do was to stop on the hard shoulder of a dual carriageway, just past the slip road. Hazard lights on, of course.
I’ve had an eventful December, especially the last couple of weeks! I’m just now finding the time to write about it.
In less than 2 weeks I’ve been in 3 car breakdowns, having to be towed each time. The last one – Saturday – was on the hard shoulder of a busy dual carriageway just ahead of a slip road, in the dark & the cold.
With Jake & Ellie.
Continue reading “Tired, scared, sore, smelly & frozen!”
Jake, the other day, to me:
A bit – Wow.
Very like my saying: “Ellie, you can have some ice-cream, but you have to clear up your toys first”.
Continue reading “The New JDaddy”
We found what looked like an infected insect bite on his foot but couldn’t see anything in his mouth.
Continue reading “Touché!”
In what now feels like a former life – the one before I became a stay-at-home / hands-on Dad – I used to go out to work, a lot of the time to work in an office.
I did the usual.
I carried a briefcase. I’m not really sure why: most of the time it only contained a newspaper & (sometimes) my lunch.
I had shiny black shoes. When it was cold I wore a big, thick overcoat. When it rained I carried a black umbrella & wore a (usually beige) raincoat.
No bowler hat though – what do you take me for?!
Continue reading “The Joys of Being Comfortable”