Tag Archives: Family

Bath Chat

September 23, 2012 By in Family Tags: , , , , 2 Comments

One of my favourite parts of the day is the ten minutes I always have – round about half six in the evening- sitting on the sofa, breathing out at the end of a long afternoon, and listening to DorkySon and DorkyDad chatting in the bath.

If he isn’t travelling for work, DorkyDad always does bathtime. It is sacred boy time, where he and DorkySon chat about their day, sing songs to each other, make up stories, practice the alphabet and generally enjoy each other’s company.

More recently, DorkySon has started using it as the time to ask any big questions that have been troubling him, or bring up any issues that have been playing on his mind.
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Pigs… and Monkeys

September 12, 2012 By in Family, Harpenden Tags: , , , , , , , , 21 Comments

It may have been DorkySon’s best day ever.

It was warm and sunny. First of all we walked, then we took a train, and then a taxi.

He wiggled on my knee.

“I’m so excited,” he said.

We got out of the taxi, and DorkySon wrinkled his nose up.

“What’s that smell?”

“It’s the animals,” I said.
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Project 52: Week 33

September 1, 2012 By in Family, Photography Tags: , 5 Comments

I don’t put many family photos up on the blog, but every so often one comes along and sums us up so well that I can’t resist.

It was DorkyDad’s birthday this week.

DorkySon insisted on taking the morning off nursery. Then we had to go out and buy cake, balloons, party hats, candles, napkins, champagne, flowers…

It is hard to have a low key birthday when you live with a three year old.

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Happy Birthday, DorkyDad.

Have a balloon, why don’t you…

No Instructions Needed

August 21, 2012 By in Guest Posts Tags: , , , 1 Comment

Today’s lovely post is from Lindsey, aka Dexter’s Mum. You can find lovely Lindsey blogging here and tweeting here. 

This time last year we were all set for the imminent arrival of baby K-D. All the baby equipment was new and shiny. The OH was minus bags under his eyes and I had lovely pert boobs. I had read and digested nearly every baby book known to man, even reading aloud the bits that I thought were relevant to the OH (most of the books) and he loved this (not much). With every purchase came a huge cupboard box and a hefty instruction manual, each in at least 58 languages. We made a folder, titled it “baby instructions” and put all the booklets in the for future reference.
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