Tag: parenthood

The Tragic Tale Of Dipsy

The picture above is of Dipsy. On the off-chance you’ve never come across him before, Dipsy is a Teletubby, off of the TV show ‘Teletubbies’. I say ‘he’ although I wasn’t sure before I started writing this if Teletubbies had specific genders and, if so, what specific gender Dispsy was. But I’ve checked, because the…

Ducks Versus Puddles (Round 2)

Last week we explored the efficacy of ducks (or more accurately geese, which aren’t ducks) at hindering my morning run, in comparison to puddles. That round went to puddles. Let’s see if ducks (and associated waterfowl) can level things up this week.   Prior to current world events, I would often take my daughter to…

Cat

After the critical acclaim my daughter and I enjoyed last week with our debut collaboration, ‘Helicopter‘, we’re back this week with another of our artistic offerings. This week, Little Proclaims was keen to show another side of her, quite formidable, talents and has offered a more aggressive, almost brutal, palette to complement the elementary template…

I Am Your Father

Don’t be fooled by the title of the post – unless you are my almost-two-year-old daughter, I am not your father. And I’m pretty sure you’re not my daughter because, precocious though she appears to be, she can’t yet read. To the best of my knowledge anyway. But today is Fathers Day and, as of…

Helicopter

It’s been a little over two years since I troubled the blogosphere with one of my not-very-good drawings. But, though my artistic talents have not improved in that time, I have acquired a new fan of my doodles. Little Proclaims is quite keen on drawing too, although much of her work appears to be from…

My Toddler Thinks I’m An Idiot

I think I’ve mentioned it before on this blog, but wife and I are attempting to bring our daughter up to be bilingual. This stems from our own love of languages – both of us have an undergraduate degree in French Studies. Indeed, that is how we met in the first place. Having said that,…

James Complains About Nanny Plum’s Wand

My daughter’s increasing vocabulary is, I think, quite impressive. Even if we allow for a natural parental bias, of which I am happy to accept I am almost certainly guilty, I think Little Proclaims can say an awful lot for a twenty-month old. And thanks to a relentless effort on the part of Mrs Proclaims…

Cautionary Tales

As the parent of a small child, I’m not unfamiliar with a children’s story or two. My daughter has a voracious appetite for literature. I mean quite literally, as I’ll often find her nibbling on a book. Although she does appear to be growing out of that phase and enjoying books for their content too.…

Pandemical Positives

No-one loves a pandemic more than me. Then again, no-one loves a pandemic less than me. Because, presumably, no-one loves a pandemic. Except possibly toilet-paper manufacturers. But, on the whole, it’s fair to say that this whole pandemic malarkey is pretty bad news. Nevertheless, if you can shake off the never-ending panic and crippling fear…

Don’t Call It A Comeback

It is the 18th November, which quite possibly means that Christmas is nearly upon us. It also means that I haven’t troubled the blogosphere for a good four months. At least I imagine it’s been a good four months if you really don’t like my writing. But then I would hypothesise that you wouldn’t be…

James Complains About A Loss Of Power

There’s no getting away from it – this post is an absolute shambles. This is partly because I started writing it on the 27th August and didn’t finish it. I genuinely meant to finish it, but I didn’t. And the bit I wrote on the 27th August doesn’t tell the whole story, but now so…