A lot can happen in a year for a father

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So it’s now been 12 months since I started writing this column.

I was a bit worried at first that I wouldn’t be able to fill this page with enough interesting tales of fatherhood and I’d have to request the editor use a much larger font, but I needn’t have worried as my exper-ience has been the complete opposite.

With young children there is never a dull moment. Although I admit that sometimes a dull moment would be quite nice.

So I thought this would be a good time to look back at some of the more interesting adventures of the past year.

The year started with Caitlin melting my heart by saying those four magic words ‘I love you daddy’ for the very first time.

For a few hours I felt like the luckiest dad in the world, that was until she directed her affection towards a white waste container when discarding her empty yoghurt pot. ‘I love you bin,’ she declared.

In February Alyssa started to crawl which meant I had to get down on my hands and knees and pretend to be a nine-month-old to see what could pose danger.

Electrical cords were put out of reach and sockets were covered up. Sadly we forgot about the nappy rash cream that Alyssa managed to not only open but also smear all over herself and the carpet.

Later in the year I managed to turn Caitlin into a Worzel Gummidge lookalike when her mum was called into work early and I had the job of not only brushing her hair but also arranging it into a ponytail.

It was beyond me and by taking in the unimpressed look on Caitlin’s face, I quickly learned that from then on dad must always stay away from the hairbrush.

Springtime brought an embarrassing moment after a day out when I was trying to fold up the pushchair to put into the car.

I pushed and pulled every lever and it just wouldn’t fold down. Luckily I wasn’t the only one as my father-in-law had a go and he couldn’t do it either, but then my partner Serena managed to do it with just one flick of her foot.


Later on in the year Alyssa walked for the first time and I was the only person who witnessed this milestone that she would not re-enact for weeks after making it look like I’d made the whole thing up.

When summer arrived I spent hours blowing up the paddling pool after I stupidly forgot to buy a pump.

Then more hours were spent filling it up with water.

Let’s just say I was slightly annoyed after all my effort when the water turned brown after Alyssa decided to use the pool as a toilet.

Hopefully 2013 will be just as interesting. Happy new year to you.