7 Years, 1 Month & 2 Weeks into Daddyhood

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7 Years, 1 Month & 1 Week into Daddyhood

Following my latest entry…


… and inspired by this six year old blog post…


… my daughter was inspired to create these ‘nature mandalas’:

… and I to create this little bead mandala:

… and T’s more wild and free version:

Thank you once again, Amy-Lynn/flandrumhill, for your inspiration! ๐Ÿ˜Š

7 Years, 1 Month & 4 Days into Daddyhood

My daughter has recently been ‘compelled’ to create what she calls ‘nests’ –

nest 1 – 30th May 2015

nest 2 – 28th July 2015

… which is quite a Zen-like, paganly spiritual activity in itself.

But then only yesterday someone commented on a six-year-old blog post I was following, in which the  author describes creating nature mandalas –


I have been thinking a lot about the number 42, bees and hexagons.

It all seems significant…

6 Years, 3 Weeks & 6 Days into Daddyhood

I have my doubts about the educational value of some children’s TV programmes that purport to be educational – or have an educational element. Examples are thus…

Dinosaur Train – where carnivores wander pleasantly around their environment, eating convenient piles of carrion that just happen to be lying around.

Doc McStuffins – where you may be nervous about going to see the doctor, but there’s really nothing to be scared of… nothing actually hurts… and “it will only tickle a little”!

Mike the Knight, Sheriff Callie’s Wild West and most other young children’s TV programmes – where if you go around making mistakes and being selfish and stupid and self-possessed, everything will be alright and you will be completely forgiven as long as you recognise your mistakes and say sorry (even if you’ve nearly killed your friends by deciding to have a go at driving a train by yourself – and such!).

I understand the educational philosophy, which parallels the human accumulation of knowledge, whereby we teach our kids partially true generalisations, then, when we feel they are ready, revise the more complex and sophisticated details… but how useful is it, really, to completely misrepresent the reality of pain, death, consequences, and difficult emotions and relationships?

5 Years, 10 Months & 3 Days into Daddyhood


I try not to get irritated by children’s TV programmes these days. They are what they are and they do what they do, normally in the best way they can. And then there’s the Doc.

It’s okay if you giggle,
This will only tickle a little.

(from the song, Time For Your Check-Up.)

I know the whole premise is to teach kids to be caring, nurturing, to look after their health and not be afraid of going to see the doctor… but sometimes seeing the doctor hurts! Having treatment hurts, stitches hurt, needles hurt and medicine can be damned awful. Doc McStuffins wants her patients (her toys) to believe all their fears are unfounded – which they generally are, what with them being toys and all, and toys not feeling pain – but what kind of useful message is this sending to our real, human children?

“See, Lambie thought her stitches would hurt, but they didn’t and now she’s all better.”

“But Mummy, do real stitches hurt?”


Of course we don’t want the kids to be to be terrified of going to the doctor’s, but should we lie to them to achieve this? This may work on their first visitโ€ฆ

“Do real needles hurt?”

“No, darling.”


“Mummy, it hu-u-u-u-urts!”

“Yes, but…”

“You lied to me! I’m never going to the doctor’s again!”

See my point?

5 Years, 7 Months & 5 Days into Daddyhood

Proud Daddy Moment 1

She chose Alice in Wonderland from the library, got home and fluently read the first chapter. She has her parents’ love of reading…๐Ÿ™‚

alice in wonderland qed adap ronne randall illus robert dunn

Proud Daddy Moment 2

She calmly persisted on a tricky bit of Lego Star Wars until she finally cracked it…๐Ÿ™‚

lego star wars comp saga ep 2 ch 3 droid factory tricky bit

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5 Years, 3 Months & 2 Weeks into Daddyhood

miley cyrus wrecking ball

The other day my daughter and I saw Miley Cyrus’ Wrecking Ball video for the first time. Yes the original version, with nakedness and everything. I saw the nakedness, my daughter saw the nakedness, but her comments on the song/video centered around how sad it made her feel. My beautiful little empathetic daughter!

I don’t claim to know anything about what Miley has been through, but the uncomfortably vulnerable exposure of her body in the Wrecking Ball video and the emotionally exposing lyrics to this song left me feeling pretty sad for her – especially as mine and my daughter’s experience of Miley thus far has been as the bright and optimistic Hannah Montana.

Would I like to see the return of Hannah Montana? For my daughter’s sake, that would be nice. Would I like to think that Miley can be happy? That would be a hopeful start…

hannah montana pink red

5 Years, 1 Month, 3 Weeks & 2 Days into Daddyhood

me too

1. They are all so cheerful about their mundane (mostly) jobs!

me too rudi

2. Granny Murray isn’t a granny, she’s a nanny!

me too granny murray

3. The children are all so quiet and well-behaved and… boring!

4. Pretty pink taxi?! gaaaghhh!!

me too tina

6. The Scottish accents seem forced! (well, some of them)

7. Do they still need help getting to work?!

8. Hospitals aren’t exciting!

me too hospital

9. “Where did the time go?” The same place it always goes, you numpty… get organised and stop forgetting things!

10. It’s good that you’re happy about cleaning buses, but “pretty and radiant”? They’re buses!

me too bobby

11. It’s not your train, Raymond!

me too raymond

Thankfully T seems to have gone off it too…๐Ÿ™‚

5 Years, 1 Month, 3 Weeks & 2 Days into Daddyhood


Birthday preparing.


Successful avoidance of sickness!

… and the lovely grey beach of Seaton …

grey seaton beach

“This is dry water!”
“I love it here, I wish this was our home – a beach was our home!”



Whirlygig envy near Helston.

Porthleven surfer!

First sleepover with cousin.

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Helston Railway…
“It’s Percy!”

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“Can we go fishing one day?”

Cider in the garden…๐Ÿ™‚

Bittersweet completion of Farm Frenzy! (but I can still turn the silvers to gold)

farm frenzy java

Cousin Sennen’s lovely big shower…
“It’s like rain!”



Our holiday cottage…
Mummy: “It’s got a children’s play area and a picnic table!”
Talise: “And wasps?”

The compact and clean Poldhu…


1745h in the car on the way to Granny’s…
“Am I allowed to have a little sleep?”


When Mummy found 10p by Tesco in Camborne…
“I love, love, love money!”
– then when Daddy explained money can buy you a lot of things but not love…
“Or a dustbin.”


“Check mate Daddy!” (first game of chess… she even planned her moves!)
– & now she wants her own chess set…
“a princess one”
– because chess “is fun!”


Granny and Grandad and cousin Harry at Helston boating lake… and much scootering thereby!

helston boating lake

Triple ‘ambassador’ link:
1. reading in Barbie magazine
2. shower
3. ‘Barbie Mariposa and the Fairy Princess’

barbie mariposa fairy princess


Long walk to Praa Sands…
… surfin’n’sandcastling…

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… & seemingly longer walk home…
– partially alleviated by roadside blackberries!๐Ÿ™‚

Then harbourside chips in Porthleven…

porthleven harbour

& last swing & play.



“I miss home… and we’re going there!”

In the car…
0245h: “I wish you could get a star for me, Daddy.”
0330h: asleep…
0339h: Broadwoodwidger
0353h: Sticklepath
0408h: a slither of moon
0430h: Twinkle Twinkle
0540h: Twinkle Twinkle
0552h: “Still sing!”
0555h: … awake!
0610h: sings… “I’m a little Cola… Bottle!”
0650h … home!

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