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The New Shoe Diaries

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They lasted nearly twelve months of being scuffed, dragged and scraped along the bitumen. But after an overwhelming combination of being filled with sand,…

Twilight Terrorism

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It’s the ‘Witching Hour’ again. That dinner – bath – bed period from around 5pm onwards when your beautiful little treasures, who’ve been perfectly…

In Defence of Two Year Olds

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Two year olds cop a bad rap.  Sure they’re wildly erratic and hyper-emotional at times. Sure they like to trash clothing, furniture, cars, siblings…

Daddy Pig Isn’t Helping

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It started just like any other morning of my blissful SAHD existence. Me, tearing around the house in my #activewear, brandishing the hairbrush and…

F*ck the Party Bags

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I’ve been on the five year old birthday party circuit with Focker #1 lately, clocking up at least one or two birthday parties most…

The Day I Lost My Shit

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The honeymoon period ended last week. My previously impenetrable facade of cool, calm and collected SAHD didn’t just crack. It came crashing down like…