Over the weekend, Jenna and I went to Champneys, which marked our first baby-free night away since becoming parents – and I’ve taken away eight things from it.
According to the internet, it’s National Poetry Day. By no means am I a rapper – as much as I hate to admit it – or a bard, but that didn’t stop me from writing something of a lyrical nature for my daughter well ahead of her birth.
With September here, a new timetable for children’s centre activities has been released. And there’s one class for dads, SaturPlay, which I’ve given a spin.
With little over five weeks to go until due date, Saturday 29th April was the day of Jenna’s baby shower. What about the dad-to-be? My idea was simple – I’d have a baby B.A.T.H.
Without children, Mother’s Day is generally all about the old Doris. Things have changed a bit this year, however.