37 weeks, not long to go…

17 06 2015

Wifey is 37 weeks today.

“Bunky” is becoming more obvious with his movements.

We were at Whipsnade Zoo with JJ when I took this video (watch closely).

Crazy to think there is a little human in there that can’t wait to get out.

Well that moment might be slightly sooner than planned.

Subject to tests and consultations, Bunky could be with us any day now…


The world’s longest poo…

19 06 2013

Don’t worry, no imagery to accompany this one.

Some of you have read about my experiences of JJ’s poo.

It’s not clever.

It’s not hard.

Well rarely anyway.

I was working from home yesterday and JJ decided early on in the day he needed a poo.

So at about 0745hrs I was greeted with a “Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg.”

Nothing unusual there.

I checked his nappy to discover a little skid.

Something a gnat would have been proud of.

So off comes the nappy.

0812hrs – “Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg” – A fly’s skid.

0856hrs – “Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg” – A sparrow’s skid

0921hrs – “Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg” – A rat’s skid, and a couple of small nuggety treats.

You get the picture (or hopefully not).

This progressed through the day with no real sign of his bowels moving properly.

Just lots of progressively longer skids.

You know those inkblot tests that psychologists use?

The Rorschach test.

Well you could have used JJ’s nappies.

A butterfly.

A dog.

The Turin Shroud.

Anyway, I digress.

Every so often I was treated to more nuggets and found myself spurring him on to produce bigger ones.

Cranking his little legs like an old fashioned bilge pump.

It wasn’t until about 1830hrs and after plenty of red faces and tears that we hit a seam.

Brown gold.

His demeanour changed instantly as he worked out the remnants.

Poor little thing.

And like a father taking a dead goldfish to its watery grave I visited the toilet with this little brown minnow.

Bon voyage.

It took nearly 10 hours to have that poo.

Surely a record?

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!

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 http://www.thedudeofthehouse.com/

Little wise JJ. Rub his belly and guess what comes out.Image courtesy of http://www.thedudeofthehouse.com/

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.