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Sob Story Saturday – the ‘Ex Factor’

Does your partner watch TV Singing contests? Ever notice that some contestants make up for their comparative lack of talent with a recently deceased relative story? Or the ‘Ex Factor’ (as I’ve recently decided it’s called). Below is an example… Continue Reading →

OPHELIA – You’re breaking my heart

So the Bear had gone to her mothers with the kids for the day and Daddy P was settling into a nice little FIFA session. No kids. No list. Nothing. Just him. Alone. AHHHHH!!! PHONECALL 1 The Bear: “There’s a… Continue Reading →

What I’ve learned in my first year as a stay at home dad

4 months after I became Daddy Poppins, I wrote a blog on what I’d learned so far. So now over a year in I’ve decided to update that list ..,, here goes ….  

Musical Beds

* Disclaimer: this is NOT a review for some amazing new bed which sings your kids to sleep (but if anyone out there has such a lifesaving product I’d love to hear from you). This is just me checking the… Continue Reading →

School Run (Beck Loser Parody)

  1. Daddy Poppins has new video software and wanted to test it out.

  2. Daddy Poppins also had a song going round in his head for the last week.

DISCLAIMER:

Daddy Poppins would officially like to apologise to, first and fore mostly; Beck, Society in general, anyone involved in any kind of video production, musicians as a whole, people who’s images he may have borrowed,  and last but by no means least….  you

Waiting for my child to fall asleep (in Meme form)

I might do better with less sleep that a most people but I’d prefer my  ‘night owl’ activities be of my own making and involve more PlayStation, boxsets, movies and craft beer rather than the Gruffallo and ‘baby nightime wind down’ songs (and being used as ‘a human climbing frame’). So as I wait for ‘the Boo’ to literally drop with tiredness, I’ve decided to express my feelings through memes.

Settling in at a crèche

Firstly and fore mostly, its not Daddy Poppins that needs settling in a creche, even if the Bear may suggest that he ‘needs bloody help‘ on a regular basis. I’m talking about when your kids need to enter some kind of childcare, of course!

The truth about ‘Flying with kids’

You’ve read all the top tips for flying with children’ type posts floating about the net. I must admit that I read a few before getting on a plane and thought, ‘Jaysus! There’s some great advice in these’.

However what happens when you actually get on a flight? Does it all goes as swimmingly as some mummy and daddy bloggers would have you believe? Do these tips and tricks guarantee a ‘Zen like’ flight?

So this year Daddy Poppins put it to the test. He decided that he and his family would take a 4 hour flight as their first trip together.

I mean,“What could go wrong?”

I’ll tell ya….

…Fucking everything

(Pardon my french and all but it’s the only way to describe it).

What I’ve learned from watching Boss Baby (repetitively)

What I’ve learned from watching Boss Baby 3 times a day for a over a month..

  • My second child went to baby business school too 
  • My little Boss Baby loves Boss Baby
  • It might be repetitive but it gives you an hour to get shit done
  • If you watch too much Boss Baby you will ponder the correlation between the cuteness of babies and dogs
  • You’ll get tired of Boss Bay before your child will

the ‘will we watch something on Netflix?’ argument

So, I’ve written about TV before and the struggle to watch it as a parent but let’s just pretend that all the planets in the cosmos line up and your nocturnal kids are settled in bed and it’s just you and your partner and the immortal words are spoken

Will we watch something on Netflix?

Now to the uninitiated this idea will sound like heaven; ‘a beautiful moment snuggled up as a couple ‘without kids’ on the couch’ but those of you with a partner with different taste in TV will know that this is the slippery slope into the 7th level of hell. No scratch that this is the descent into ‘argumentative purgatory’

Grumpy resting face

We’ve all heard of ‘Bitchy Resting Face‘, well apparently I’ve got ‘Grumpy Resting Face’

There’s nothing worse is there? You know what I mean. You’re doing your thing (reading, on your phone or watching the TV) and suddenly the conversation goes like this…

“What’s up with you?”

“Me? Nothing”

Baby food is evil

So whats the hardest thing about being a stay at home dad?

Is it…. the cleaning, the school runs, the rushing from place to place, making dinners, the bedtimes, the constant Balamory and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on TV, talking about Minecraft or the lack of adult interaction? No….in my opinion it’s baby food.

You see, I’m a picky enough eater, I like my food the way I like it (everyone else is wrong). I have plenty of what I’d call ‘quirky rules’ when eating;

  • tomato ketchup and beans do not mix (they come in a sauce for a reason)
  • ketchup and gravy should not be on the same plate
  • gravy and melted butter should not touch each other on the plate
  • white pepper goes on turnip and sweet potatoes, black pepper on meat and Italian
  • I don’t eat slop; porridge, soup mushy peas. URGH!!

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