What a fortnight.

It’s hard to describe how good it has been to spend two solid weeks with Joshua. When I’m at work I’m lucky to still see more of my son than many Dads are able to but it doesn’t compare to being with him for several days on the spin. It has been the perfect balance spending a run of days just the two of us before sharing a fantastic 10 days as a family.

'This is a great age' seems to be such a common view as to become an empty sentiment but I can see why it's so often expressed about the second year of a child's life. In just the last two weeks he has taken huge strides in his speech - clearly articulated 'mummy' and 'daddy' have replaced mum mum and dad dad. His ability to differentiate between different things (tractors are no longer described as cars) has grown as has his social skills around others. Although separation anxiety seems to have kicked in over the last few days, he has become comfortable interacting with the rest of the family which is great news for Laura and I! Most exciting of all is his developing relationship with his cousin Harry (2 next month). Tolerating each other had progressed to parallel play by the end of the week. They are definitely united by a love for jumping on me, often at the same time. Lying on the floor incites an assault from the Legion of Doom.

Tomorrow I go back to work and as readers of this blog will expect - I’ve a feeling of dread as usual. Unsettled sleep, unnecessary anxiety about work and missing J like crazy are inevitable features of this week (I’ll try and resist temptation to blog scout it yet again but no promises!). Yet I know it will pass and for every difficult spell I face I know that it is all worth it to have such amazing holidays with my little family.

In less than five weeks we take Joshua on his first foreign adventure - a week in Majorca to celebrate Laura’s dad’s 60th. I’m already counting the days.

Sunshine and Grandpa #fatherhood #parenting

Sunshine and Grandpa #fatherhood #parenting

Kendal Castle. Proud fortress of Britain’s finest town.

'I thought you were bringing his jacket?' 'I thought you were.' #fatherhood #parenting

'I thought you were bringing his jacket?' 'I thought you were.' #fatherhood #parenting

Gruffalo Trail, Grizedale Forest

Waiting for the zombies to attack.

Waiting for the zombies to attack.

Sep Anx

J is in the habit of bursting into uncontrollable tears when I leave the room or his sight. This is both really sad and a little bit flattering. Who said there was no place for egotism in parenting?

One pair of sunglasses. Two cool cousins.