It's bedtime and as those that have endured my sporadic blog posts in the past will know already, for years, well forever, Noah has needed me to lie next to him in order to go to sleep. Tonight after his bedtime story he announced that he wanted to sleep alone and that I should go downstairs. And despite being a little disappointed, inwardly I shouted huzzah! Following suit, as she generally does, Ellie announced she also wanted to sleep alone (she too always needs Nikala to lie with her, which is probably a fair indication that we've messed up as parents on the sleep training bit). Upon Nikala confirming with her that this would mean she also went downstairs Ellie amended her request to be mummy staying in the room but not in the bed. At which point Noah chimes in again and says: 'ok mummy, you stay here because I love you, and daddy you go downstairs.' 'Hold on second' I say, jokingly playing at being a bit hurt. You want mummy to stay because you lov...
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.