Sunday. It's raining and windy, a bad combination, cold. We wanted to do something fun with Noah, something out of the house, but it's raining and the previously planned outing to the park with the swings is a definite no go. I cannot take any more Pepper Pig and I want us to get out of the house and do something, anything. February is the shortest month yet manages to feel so very long. 'Never mind, why don't we go swimming, you can show me your excellent kicking.' I say. Noah had been telling me quite emphatically how well he was doing at his swimming lessons and by that, I mean he said 'kick, kick ,kick' and proceeded to demonstrate his very good leg work whenever anyone talks about swimming. 'Would you like that Noah?' I asked. 'Would you like to go swimming with daddy?' 'Kick, kick, kick' he said again. I took that to be a yes. Arriving at the leisure centre training pool, we were hit by a wall of heat and humidit...
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.