Letter Thirteen: Why The Online Parenting Community Kicks Ass

In those first weeks of being a Dad, when I eventually found my feet and I wasn't still pinching myself that this little baby was real, I started walking taller. I knew my role. I had slipped into the routine of parenting and we all know how much easier those early days are when you're sticking to …

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Letter Twelve: A Germ Called Willow

You might not believe this and I don't blame you, because I could hardly believe it. But from October 2014, I have had a clean bill of health. Seriously. Not a cold, not a virus, nothing. And I'm not selling you any cliche lifestyle tips either, because I wasn't actively doing anything. Two sugars in …

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Letter Eleven: What Not To Worry About

It’s a universal fact that we are all awesome worriers. We're just conditioned that way. And it doesn't discriminate either. Doesn't matter who you are, worrying is one of our primal instincts, our brains way of saying "woh, what's going on here?" It's always there, on the outskirts of your life, ready to turn on …

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Letter Ten: All Things Labour

The word labour is literally defined as meaning "to have difficulty in doing something". Is there any word in the English dictionary more bang on the money than this, I mean seriously? Although, I could think of an alternative description: “to be severely traumatised.” I can already hear a few giggles reverberating in my ears …

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Letter Nine: To My Fifteen Year Old Self

You’re the man, aren't you? Or at least you think so. Like many of your peers, your so called 'buddies', you think you know everything there is to know about life. And if anybody tries telling you different, and boy how they try, your first instinct is to cut them down with that sharp tongue …

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Letter Eight: Bambi On Ice

Walking. Who'd have thought it was such a complicated, daredevillish, accident prone thing to accomplish. And oh man aren't there some competitive people out there as well? Sometimes it's just proud parents, and that's always good to see, but we've all met that one douchebag of a guy who claims his kid basically shits gold. …

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