On this day ten years ago, I was feeling ill and rather sorry for myself when a young lady who I’d been on a couple of dates with rocked up at my house.
She had brought with her some feel-better goodies – chocolate, orange juice – and then took advantage of my sorry state to ask if I was ready to “make it official on Facebook.”
Our first ever photograph together
The rest, as they say, is history.
Two years ago we descended on Smithhills Farm with a wide-eyed, cooing one-year-old.
Twenty four months on, we returned with a highly chatty three-year-old and a grinning baby.
A recipe for success?
It’s been a really special Easter for Sophie this year.
We were determined to make Easter at the very least as memorable as Christmas for her and my wife put in some sterling work to make that happen.
Here’s how it turned out…
Have you ever seen those tiny toddlers who zip down ski slopes as if they haven’t a care in the world?
Well, I’m a Dad who dreams big…and my wish for Sophie is that she could use her tender years to her advantage and be like those daredevil children.
So, just a couple of weeks after her 3rd birthday, armed with a waterproof suit and boundless optimism (from me anyway), Sophie and I headed off at the crack of dawn to Chill Factor…
How would she get on?
It made me feel very old when I realised it’s ten years next month since I did my final university exams.
A lot has happened since then, you could say.
To mark this momentous occasion, I reunited with my housemates and returned to the city of Forest, the Goose Fair and Robin Hood to see if anything had changed…
A handsome bunch of characters back in 2007 – we’re just missing Andy!
I realise that blog title makes me sound like I did a really sacrifical thing for Mothers Day this year.
Conscious of my wife’s incredible mothering, I gave her a day off and looked after the children all day, by myself.
That’s a little misleading…
Just twelve months ago, I wrote this blog post about how traumatised Sophie was when she came face-to-face with a full-sized Gruffalo.
Reading it back gave me shivers of horror remembering how upset she.
Fast forward twelve months though and we were hosting a third birthday party themed around a famous children’s character with turned out toes and a poisonous wart on the end of his nose.
Two questions spring to mind –
1) How did that happen?
2) How did it all turn out?
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Amidst the turmoil of the past seven days (make that seven years) at Blackburn Rovers, one thing is for absolute certain.
Tonight’s game at Burton Albion is a must-win.
Yes, we may have two games at hand but they’re six points ahead of us and I don’t really relying on travelling down to Fulham or entertaining Derby expecting two wins.
With a new manager in the dugout – Owen Coyle was the wrong choice from the start – there may be a bit of optimism amongst those of us travelling down to the Midlands this evening.
And if it’s Friday inspiration Rovers need, look no further than sixteen years ago and a trip down the road to the Reebok Stadium.
Half-term can be a wonderful thing. An opportunity to get a breather from normality and have a bit of time with the children (saying “children” is still taking a bit of time to get used to).
Last week, I was off school and with my wife still on maternity leave it gave the perfect opportunity to catch up with some old friends who we’d not seen in a while.
And what a privilege it was too.
When I was left in charge of getting both children out of the house today, all was going really well.
Both Sophie and Harry were dressed, fed and watered and were all set for Sophie’s dancing class. We were well ahead of schedule and set to actually be early for an organised event.
(This was made all the more remarkable by the fact my wife – normally our chief family organiser – was out doing Park Run for the first time since Harry was born)
As I put Harry into the car seat in the living room in preparation, I smiled to myself in a congratulatory way.
How overconfident can you get…