Word is spreading about Headline Spews!

Headline Spews and our story has been featured in a special interview on a parenting website! One of the great things about becoming a dad blogger has been connecting with others doing the same – and one of them is Jamesy Mulhern, based in Ireland, who featured us in his ‘Fantastic Fathers’ section. Read the…

Nothing says ‘you’re old’ like a family trip to B&Q

The hair is receding, we’re buying a house and attending grown-up stuff like weddings – but nothing signals full-blown adulthood like a family outing to B&Q. We’re back in my hometown of Swindon for a few days, a trip which in previous years generally consisted of midday lie-ins, cinema date and a cheeky Nando’s without…

Ten things which change when you become a parent

We’ve heard of a few people recently who have just celebrated new arrivals, or are soon to enter the world of parenting. It got me thinking – what’s changed since we became parents? What pearls of wisdom can I impart? Here’s my take on what you can expect when you’re expecting…and ‘birth day’ arrives: Space…

Albie’s on the move – and everything is 100 times harder!

When your baby starts crawling, you might think of buying a stairgate, locking your bleach away and installing eyes in the back of your head. If you’re like me, you won’t have thought about the fact that every fiddly job gets 100 times trickier. When your baby begins to move, it’s not just confined to…

Reflux returns with a vengeance

  It’s been weeks – but it’s back. No, not the new fantasy football season, though office banter has reached epidemic proportions. Reflux. Albie has been doing so well recently. Lots of food is slowly turning his body type into ‘football’ shape, while less reliance on liquids had limited the number of times we arrived…

My first holiday as a dad – and what I missed leaving the family behind

I always thought co-sleeping was the most effective way of minimising your bed space but it turns out I was wrong. Three nights’ camping in Wales shared similarities with home life. Instead of a baby, I was sandwiched between increasingly damp fabric, a postman and his 20-odd-year-old son. Instead of a bed, we each had…