Is anyone there - I doubt it. I'd started to build up a little following of readers on my "Dad Blog" but having not written it for probably over a year, I can't blame them for deserting.
Anyway, I'm now busily engaged with trying to balance my new job at a very cool company called Huddle and being a dad. Huddle is currently winning the battle as I'm seeing the daughter for about 10 mins a day which is not ideal!
Loads has happened since I first started this blog but the main thing is I am now officially a pushy dad (when I have time) and my daughter has a part in a TV show. In a few weeks she is meeting Gordon Brown and David Cameron.....as you do. I'm busy priming her to give Gordon a hard time about the issues with Britain as a whole. Lots of my friends are ringing me up with questions I should get her to ask.
I'm also due to be a best man in a couple of weeks and am sitting looking at the worlds funniest speech ever - I promise it is. Andy at work took the piss out of me today so I am now using Twitter but can't imagine that anyone will ever follow me and my wife turns 30 this weekend - all in all a crazy time as you can see.
Anyway my current woe is that everytime I say something wrong to my daughter she starts crying and runs to Mummy. This usually envolves me being shouted out by both even though my intentions were entirely good. It also usually happens when I feel like I'm actually being a good dad. Only last weekend I was playing in a tent in the house and we were laughing and joking when suddenly I held her foot in the wrong way and it all ended in tears. What can I do?
That's generally the problem. The issue is that I have done something extremely minor in the wrong way - the result is a deluge and storm of tears, wildly disproportionate to the actual thing that caused them. But then I guess little girls can copy their mothers once in a while.
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