At the weekend Noah's little cousin Imogen came to visit which was lovely even if it was too brief. We haven't seen her (or her mummy or daddy) for ages and being nine months younger than Noah, she has just entered that stage that all babies go through, the "you're not the usual adults that hang about the place" stage. Specifically she was wary of the big, looming, beardy man claiming to be her so called "uncle James" that excitedly whisked her into his arms for a cuddle. It wasn't long however before she was practicing her standing and clutching on to my fingers for support. It was also at this point that Noah displayed a new kind of behaviour for the first time. He became jealous. He made some sort of screechy grunting sound and ran over before interjecting himself between little Imogen and myself, waving his arms like he was warding off a tiger. Perhaps that is exactly what he was doing, maybe he was being protective, keeping me safe from this ...
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.