My family is now complete…

14 08 2015

<edit: it’s been about 4 weeks, since I wrote this, trying to play catch up!>

As you may have noticed, I did not have a 38 week post update on our pregnancy.

I’m proud to say that on 25th June 2015 at 1710hrs, Logan Jago Mellor was born.

Mother and baby are both well.

Logan was two weeks early, weighing in at 6lbs 4ozs.

He may have been small but his presence was certainly felt.

The two weeks that followed will be looked back upon with fond memories.

It was two of the best and hardest weeks of my life.

Both my parents and Wifey’s parents were there to help look after JJ while we were in hospital.

After they left we had a week to ourselves letting it all sink in.

Wifey’s Mum stayed with us for a week to help out – a godsend.

I’ve finished my paternity leave and am back at work.


I miss my family like crazy but I’m sure routine will kick in again soon enough.

My Mum and Dad are now with us to help out.

Thank the maker for family.

Photos will follow.


A quick dip with JJ and family…

31 05 2013

I took JJ swimming at the weekend again.

Normally we go for a lesson, but we were away visiting family.

JJ’s two cousins, Auntie and Uncle were in the pool with Granny and Grandpa on watch.

He was completely distracted by his new environment so didn’t really pay much attention to my home-made lesson.

“Splash, splash, splash.”


“Kick, kick, kick.”

Trance mode.

“Twinkle twinkle little star.”

Whatever Daddy.

He enjoyed having bubbles blown in front of him.

The from the mouth version not the guilty bubble sort.

It was fun none the less.

I think.

Happiness is a swing in the sun…

7 05 2013

The sun is out.

Apparently not for long.

So get out while you can and enjoy a few rays.

JJ is doing exactly that with the childminder (thanks for the photo Lisa!).

And sometimes all you need is a little swing in your life to get a smile on your face.

Loving it!

Loving it!

The final first birthday…

29 04 2013

Wifey, JJ and I were invited to the last first birthday of the NCT group.

It marked the end of a chapter.

Our little babies are turning into toddlers.

And we all seem to have pulled through without too many battle scars.

What a year it’s been and I suppose we have the terrible twos to look forward to now.


Don’t bite the hand that feeds…

23 04 2013

As some of you may have read in a previous blog, we chose to venture down baby led weaning.

JJ has become a really tidy eater, so we’ve put it down to that.

We no longer put a wipe clean mat under his seat to protect the floor from the bombings it used to get.

The bulk of his food now goes in his mouth.

Good little JJ.

So, the next step.

Dreaded utensils.

We gave it a go the other day.

I gave him my fork to see what would happen.

Only kidding.

JJ was enjoying his food as usual as you can see.

I love food Daddy!

I love food Daddy!

You're going to give me a spoon to eat it?

You’re going to give me a spoon to eat it?

Haha whatever Daddy!

Haha whatever Daddy, don’t be silly!

Having played with spoons in the past, I was expecting him to pick it up like a seasoned master.

We handed over the spoon to him to see what he would do.

After dipping it in the yoghurt a few times, he started to get what needed to be done.

He gave it a good go.

You can guess the result.

You see? YOU SEE? I warned you Daddy.

You see? YOU SEE? I warned you Daddy.

But he loved it and that was the main thing.

A few spoonfuls did indeed meet with their intended destination.

I think I might need to get that wipe clean mat out again though.

The poo machine…

18 04 2013

Poor JJ.

Poor, poor JJ.

He struggles now and again with his poo.

Part of his routine is to sit and hunch over, looking like a little Buddha with his little fat belly, grab his left foot, grimace and then growl like a dog.

It can be quite funny.

I do feel sorry for him, especially when he goes through a little pain and all I can do is laugh as he looks to me with a pained expression that simply shouts “why?”

Must stop that.

So I’m sure it was with great delight, JJ had his revenge last night.

There I was giving him a bath when he sat down and got into said routine.

I panicked.

All I could say was “no Joshie, don’t poo in the bath,” as if he understood me.

Unfortunately mission control had already started the countdown.

I quickly lifted him up and was going to sit him on the toilet.

It was too late.

The pressure of his squeeze had squashed a little nugget on to the non-slip mat in the bath.

It moved with the water like an angry sea anemone.

But there wasn’t much fortunately.

And it didn’t sting (me).

I cleaned him down then took him up to go to bed.

In the process of drying him, I let him wander free in his room while I got his bed ready.

I turned my back for one second and then all I could hear was “nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.”


The bathtime incident was the calm before the storm.

I dashed over and picked him up off the carpet just as a little brown head appeared from his bottom.

Quickly turning him onto his tummy I grabbed his towel, pretended I was England’s wicket keeper and waited for this brown trout to leap out in its bid for freedom.

I didn’t have to wait long.

The thing shot out at a rate of knots.

How it managed to fit inside JJ I have no idea.

And don’t talk about girth.

It still brings a tear to my eye.

No wonder he was in a bit of pain.

I would have been proud of that little beastie.

Putting the towel down beside me I cleaned him up again and his mood turned to one of delight.

But the next thing I knew, Wifey was in the room wondering what the fuss was about and without realising she almost stepped in the poo.

I think she was about 1cm away from having something squelch between her toes.

Crisis averted, wild brown trout released back into the wild, we put JJ to bed.

He slept like a log that night.

Next time I’ll give him a wooden spoon to bite down on.

Little wise JJ. Image courtesy of

Little wise JJ. Rub his belly and guess what comes out.Image courtesy of

Another first birthday…

3 04 2013

What seems like an eternity ago, we popped over to some friends for another first birthday.

I love these first birthdays, especially as they are with the friends we made through the NCT group.

We’ve all followed each others trials and tribulations so it’s always nice to catch up.

More so when you are a Dad who does not get to seem them often.

The birthdays also present a big challenge.

Taking photos of the babies that don’t really want to sit still for a second, never mind pose for the camera.

When you get one spot on, it’s worth its weight in gold to the parents.

But you have to rattle off a gazillion shots before you get one that is worth keeping.

So here are a bunch of new photos.

Hopefully there are a couple that you’ll like.