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Overly shy vs overly friendly.

Overly shy vs overly friendly.

We’re never truly happy as parents are we?  Each stage of our child’s development is met with joy but also trepidation and worry.  I’m always saying in equal measure how “this age is my favourite age” but also “when will she eat/do/stop doing/try that”.  Oh and “when will she listen” which is a personal favourite…..We can’t help but focus on the negative things can we? Sure, there’s been loads of instances where we’ve been bursting with pride but all too often…

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My Daughters Great Granddad

My Daughters Great Granddad

This is a photo of my 10 month old daughter with her 90 year old great Granddad on her Mother’s side, Harry, playing together at Christmas time a couple of years ago.  I struggle not to get emotional every time I look at it. Harry died in the May of the following year and I still miss him terribly as I had an amazing relationship with him despite only knowing him for the ten or so years after my wife and I…

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A change to my work/life balance

A change to my work/life balance

There’s big changes happening in our family life with iBear starting school next week and I want to be a part of them. As regular readers will know, I’m a full time working, full time hands on Dad.  This presents all manner of problems almost entirely related to time.  There’s quite simply not enough of it.  Whether it be a quick play in the couple of hours between getting home and her bedtime or trying to juggle weekends of housework,…

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Dealing with a fussy eater, by a fussy eater. 

Dealing with a fussy eater, by a fussy eater. 

iBear is a fussy eater. I was a notoriously fussy eater. Mammy was a bit of a fussy eater. We didn’t really stand a chance did we? It’s probably one of the most testing times as a parent, trying to introduce new foods to a child. It’s also one of many times it’s made me think about my life as a child and what I put my parents through. Oh the pain and humility of realisation –  I was a certifiable nightmare looking…

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End of an era……

End of an era……

There have been two things remaining from iBears routine since she was a tiny toddler –  her dummy at bedtimes and the stair gate across her bedroom door. One of these ended a few weeks ago, somewhat unexpectedly, and the other happened last night. Gate no more We have used the stair gate on iBears room ever since she’s had a “normal” bed. The main reason was not necessarily to keep her in her room, but to avoid any sleepy walks in…

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Keep the faith?

Keep the faith?

A quick transcript of a conversation between iBear and I this morning: Daddy: I’m going to love you forever and ever, iBear: yeah…. until you die, Daddy: (without thinking and a little bit stunned) no, even after that., iBear: yeah and then when I die we’ll see each other and be together again! The term can of worms is probably the most suitable here. When do you start talking to your four year old about this most taboo of subjects,…

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Graduation Day

Graduation Day

A Graduation ceremony? At her Nursery?  Give over! This was my response just over a year ago when friends of ours who had their child in the same nursery as us told us about what they were up to this week. However, after seeing their photos I was instantly a convert to the celebration and today it was our turn. iBear has been ridiculously excited for today for the best part of a week.  She’s been telling us that they’ve…

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Training my future Olympian.

Training my future Olympian.

Every parent is allowed to have at least one ultimate dream that they hope for their child, right? If you ignore the standard, obvious stuff like being happy, having kids of their own, being in a settled stable relationship, good job etc etc and shoot for the moon what would you choose? Me? I’d love it if iBear became a gold medal winning Olympian! I don’t necessarily have a preference on which sport *coughs* athletics *coughs* I just know that…

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The induction.

The induction.

Today iBear attended an induction session at her new school so she and some of the other kids could see what it was like. There’s 18 kids going up from the existing nursery and 10 including iBear coming in from 8 different local nurseries so it’s going to be a decent mix.   iBear was, I’m told, “bouncingly excited” before going and “quiet but smiley” as she walked through the gates into her new adventure. Play it cool lass, play it…

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The guilt of discipline

The guilt of discipline

  In an earlier post I wrote about the pleasure I get from having a lot of playtime with my daughter.  Every now and then though, things gets a little strained and it’s not all giggles and happiness. This morning was a stark reminder of how being a parent can transform your mood in an instant from a happy Dad playing with his daughter to a stroppy Dad exasperated by his daughters lack of capacity to listen and understand. We’d had…

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