It was at about this time last year that I should have been preparing for Noah's first birthday party. But with nearly six weeks to go I thought I had all the time in world. At 4am on the morning of his birthday party, up to my elbows in icing sugar and green food colouring, staring at the myriad of bowls and cakey paraphernalia surrounding me like General Custer's last stand, I sorely regretted that cavalier decision. Furthermore I asked myself the very serious question of 'why on earth was I killing myself to make and decorate a dinosaur cake he definitely wouldn't remember and probably wouldn't even taste?' Well, I guess it was for me. I wanted to celebrate my little boys first birthday party. The making of that cake was so stressful that the thought of writing about it and reliving those events proved to much for me to bear! How awful of me not to write about Noah's birthday in the very blog I created to record experiences such as these. Well the time ...
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.