Bedtime. As most of my regular readers will know we struggle a little with bedtimes in our house. Noah hates to sleep, it just gets in the way of playing. He considers it a total waste of his time and to be fair, I find it hard to argue with him as I have felt the same way about sleep for most of my life. Until becoming a parent that is and somewhat surprisingly (to me anyway) I find it has gone up more than just a few notches in value now that I don't get any of it at all. Sometimes I stumble into work in the morning, only recalling the night before in a bit of a haze, and I have scratches and bruises I cant explain. I am beginning, and not for the first time, to wonder if I am living out the plot of Fight Club, though as those of you in the know already know. We don't talk about Fight Club. Anyway, back to bedtime. Since Ellie was born, bedtimes with Noah have regressed somewhat. Or perhaps it is because we have hit the so called 'terrible twos'. Maybe both. In any ...
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.