I Am That Dad

So for months I kept peering at other parents choices of pushchair wherever I happened to be. I knew how expensive they were and judged the parents accordingly. What had I become?!?! More than a few times I looked up to see concerned looks in the eyes of a parent. Crap. Of course this looks bad. I'm a middle aged man, standing alone in the supermarket queue, staring at your child. "Except I'm not!" I want to scream at them. "I'm merely curious as to why you spent £1,875 on what was clearly a rubbish pushchair! Did you not do your due diligence and research this properly? What kind of a parent are you?!?!?" Of course I don't say that, instead I avert my eyes and pretend I was looking elsewhere, which of course only adds to the creepy, pervy appearance. A few months later and Noah is now occupying his pushchair, a pushchair we think is just perfect for our needs and what's more, didn't break the bank. Here we are, back in a baby shop for so...

I was going to try and catch up with everything I have missed, but as I am sure is often the case with new parents, things have run away from me. So rather than write nothing at all, I will begin now and hopefully fill in the gaps as we go. So it will be no surprise to learn that our baby has been born, in fact it was two months ago now and although they have been a hard adjustment in lots of ways, it also seems like its the way it's supposed to be, like it's always been. I hope this means we are doing something right. I keep meeting new dads or dads to be and one of the things we all seem to be able to get our teeth into is tech, baby tech to be precise. This is something we relate to, something we can be offer true advice on and research every detail of what is good and what isn't. It makes us feel useful in amongst the breast feeding lessons and how to cope with labour pain advice that as a couple we are inundated with. This is solid, familiar ground, sure the gadge...