I won’t lie to you. This post was not written by Mr B, but if it were it might go a little something like this (or not, who knows)… You know you’re a Daddy when: 1. There is only “bobbins” on the CD multi-changer in the car. Bobbins and Barbara Streisand. In that f*cking order. … [Read more…]
I took a bit of a tumble last week and cracked my elbow. I say cracked, but I really am not sure what the actual damage is. But oh my, is it ever sore. Here’s my story. It was 5am and very dark and I was executing the obligatory transfer of Bibsey from her bed … [Read more…]
… sleep tight. Be a good girl and go straight to sleep. Love you. Sleep well. Sweet dreams. And Mummy will see you in the morning. I say pretty much the exact same thing to Bibsey every single night as Mr B and I tuck her in to bed. And these days, most nights, that … [Read more…]
Q is for querer: to want or to love. Te quiero: I love you. I wanted to write about love today because for some reason I was writing about laziness on the day that the letter L came up. And when I thought of love, the first thing that came to mind was of cuddling … [Read more…]
… and last thing at night. These can be the most frustrating times of day for a parent of small children. You are knackered, you are potentially at your most vulnerable, probably dishevelled, perhaps in need of a drink (coffee or cava depending on which end of the day of course) and definitely in need … [Read more…]
