My youngest is turning 9 in two weeks and I can’t get my head around it - I still feel like his bigger brother is only 7! And my eldest will be sitting his GCSEs next year! Where does the time go?! I was wondering myself recently about when the hand holding ends. My youngest still automatically docks his hand with mine whenever we’re out and I love it so much: not since they were small have I deliberately reached my own hand out: the joy of it is the naturalness of a little hand automatically slipping into mine. I was a bit sad when out alone with the middle one (12yrs) recently to find that he preferred not to. My eldest still contentedly curls up on my knee from time to time, despite it being a logistical challenge because he’s as big as me,
but holding his hand feels weird now that he has big man-hands and he’s taller than a lot of men I date. I hope the youngest continues for a while yet, I’m not ready to let go …
Re birthdays, for practical reasons I’m delighted at that my about-to-be 9er, doesn’t want a party, despite being the most popular boy in the class: like his mum, he avoids busy, noisy places wherever possible (my friends are used to the fact that whenever I attend social events it’s on the assumption that I may only stay about 15 minutes: long enough to say hello and goodbye. Anything more than that is a success. I don’t drink, and the warm smiles of welcome and hugs goodbye are what I attend for). I suggested to 9er that he could celebrate with afternoon tea instead, explaining that it involves a fucktonne of cakes. He’s going to love it.
“The price of love is never being able to fully relax and enjoy it. What would that little idiot do without us? Where would he go?”
That’s how we feel about you, Rich.
Wonderful blog posts, made me well up a bit. You’re a great dad to your two little sexcrement creations.
You and Phoebe are hair twins
Omg that cat shit 🙀
"Comedy writers are a certain breed". Hovis or Mothers Pride? Ah, jokes that mean nothing outside of the north-east. :)
I see your 1991 and raise you 1975.
Wow Frank Sidebottom was there. Do you remember him?
Nope. But I wasn’t there for long
My youngest is turning 9 in two weeks and I can’t get my head around it - I still feel like his bigger brother is only 7! And my eldest will be sitting his GCSEs next year! Where does the time go?! I was wondering myself recently about when the hand holding ends. My youngest still automatically docks his hand with mine whenever we’re out and I love it so much: not since they were small have I deliberately reached my own hand out: the joy of it is the naturalness of a little hand automatically slipping into mine. I was a bit sad when out alone with the middle one (12yrs) recently to find that he preferred not to. My eldest still contentedly curls up on my knee from time to time, despite it being a logistical challenge because he’s as big as me,
but holding his hand feels weird now that he has big man-hands and he’s taller than a lot of men I date. I hope the youngest continues for a while yet, I’m not ready to let go …
Re birthdays, for practical reasons I’m delighted at that my about-to-be 9er, doesn’t want a party, despite being the most popular boy in the class: like his mum, he avoids busy, noisy places wherever possible (my friends are used to the fact that whenever I attend social events it’s on the assumption that I may only stay about 15 minutes: long enough to say hello and goodbye. Anything more than that is a success. I don’t drink, and the warm smiles of welcome and hugs goodbye are what I attend for). I suggested to 9er that he could celebrate with afternoon tea instead, explaining that it involves a fucktonne of cakes. He’s going to love it.