There comes a point where you have to accept that your child, despite your best efforts to discourage him, is going to start walking.
That’s the time when every cupboard gets childproofed, stair gates are slammed up, anything within reach is plonked on the highest possible shelf.
It’s also the time when thrifty parents have to loosen the purse strings and buy some shoes to help them with their development.
We just didn’t expect Sophie to get herself involved at the same time.
When Sophie turned one, I couldn’t quite believe how fast the time had gone.
That’s nothing compared to how quickly year one has been for Harry.
So Sophie had her first school Parents Evening last week and I was fascinated to experience what it was like.
Gotta say…it was weird.
It’s Miscarriage Awareness Week and my wife’s doing a bake sale at work to raise money for Tommy’s, a charity which endeavours to conduct research into miscarriage and stillbirth and support families undergoing these traumas.
Nothing particularly unusual about that.
However, she’s doing three half marathons as well.
And that’s because the experiences Tommy’s helps couples through are very close to our heart.
Delve a little deeper, uncover the heartache we personally went through two years ago this month and you’ll see the scar tissue is still raw.
I don’t tell our story at all to curry sympathy or to make anyone upset.
But if in some small way it helps people be a bit more open (and donate to this excellent charity too via her Just Giving page) it’s definitely a good thing.
It’s a month into the new school term and I’m preparing to start a brand new job tomorrow.
As many of you know, that’s not in the system I’ve dedicated myself to for the past eight years.
A new dawn rises and I’m excited.
It’s a very strange irony but as I adjust – quite happily – to the lack of school in my daily life, Sophie is revelling in her first few days of pre-school.
For me, it’s been a real joy to take her along and experience those new times with her. It’s something that would have been simply impossible had I stayed put.
For her, it’s been a wide-eyed adventure into the unknown and one that apparently she is absolutely loving.
A couple of weeks ago, i decided that the best way for me to enjoy a Daddy day with Sophie and Harry would be to spend it on the beach.
Setting aside the fact the nearest beach was 60 miles away (ish), I packed lots of things, bundled the little ones into the car and headed off.
Looking out of the rain-spattered Windows as I joined the M56 out towards North Wales, I wondered if it was really such a good idea after all…
Today, I woke up for the first time in eight years as a former teacher.
My notice period officially ended on 31 August so technically now I’m a free agent.
Still, the usual leaving time is within the first five years so at least I’m above average.
In the first of a short series, I wanted to unpick the reasons why I left, partly as closure for me but also to see if anybody else could relate to my experiences.
I think most children go through it – that time where your best friend exists in your head but you’re pretty sure they’re actually real.
I remember having one who was not very good at stopping my shots when we played football together – surprisingly – but any other details have long since faded.
As parents it’s important to go along with the pretence, encouraging your child’s social development and including the imaginary friend in everyday life until they get bored with them.
Which may have to be soon for us as with Sophie’s army of pretend pals we’re going to need to do some dramatic upsizing!
So I’ve been a “retired” schoolteacher for almost two weeks now and the new lease of life is certainly taking its toll…on Sophie and Harry!