So a week has gone by, it is time for Noah's second swimming lesson, and I realise I haven't got around to writing about the first one last week, other than to say I wish I could have been there. Needless to say, he completely loved it, squealed with excitement for the whole lesson, and showed absolutely no fear about being dunked etc. The woman taking the class commented that in the 25 years she had been doing this, she had never seen a baby as excited in their first lesson. I of course am delighted and have been trying to work out which Olympics he will be ready to compete in... In 2028 he will be 16.
Mostly, this is the ongoing story of life with my son Noah and my daughter Ellie and what its like to be a dad. There are tears, there are smiles, there are tales of daring do. There are a lot of nappy changes.