No:1 I watched my son crawl on Sunday and I have been willing him on for 2 weeks but actually seeing hi do it just filled me with a lovely warm feeling that can only be described as the proudest dad in the world. Squeezing him gently just didn’t seem enough but I think he knew i was proud of him.

No:2 LOL Should have probably been number 1 because Reagan having wee in her potty for the very first time is technically not a number 2. Unfortunately I was running an errand and missed her first potty success but if anyone had asked me a couple years ago, do you think you could ever feel pride if someone went for a wee I would have to say they were mad, but I was not only sad to have not been there but as proud as I could possibly be when I heard what she’d done and grabbed her when I did return home and really hugged her and told her how proud I was. The little smile she gave because she knew why she was being congratulated made me melt even more.

No:3 Jamie never lets me down, ever when it comes to making me proud but I know going back to school has been something she has always talked about doing so it was no surprise to me when she said I want to sign up for an Open University BA Honours Childhood and Youth studies to which I said just do it there is no need to ask because I know you will do it and do it well so get it sorted pay the money and we will back you all the way. Jamie rang me today as I drove down the M56 at 69.5 mph to screach that she is now a student and will be for the next 6 years and I can honestly say I got the same feeling of pride at that moment as I did for No:1 and No:2. I know that she will excel at her chosen subject and Reagan Lincoln and me will watch her graduate in a few years all feeling that same pride I felt today

I did get a wierd thought that my whole family are doing stuff to be proud of and all I was doing was gesticulating to a petrol tanker driver for merely considering striking last week but I snapped out of it when i realised how lucky I was to have such a fantastic family that I can be so proud of…

Reagan’s teatime eating habits are basically no matter what you give her “NO” and would rather play with it than eat it. We try and coax her and positively encourage but she refuses to eat her tea? When we say OK then and suggest if she doesn’t eat what we have put in front of her she will go to bed hungry, and carry on with our own meals she relents and eats her favourite bits of the meal and still resists the rest but at least she’s eaten something.

It’s torture every night for us to watch her dig her heals in over a meal but also know that she is hungry and she is just exerting a little bit of power over us. The thing that frightens me more than anything is making a mistake now could cause an eating disorder later even if consciously she won’t remember any of this but in the back of her mind it may linger….?

Last night Lincoln slept through…and I mean SLEPT THROUGH! We put him down as usual at 19:45ish and Reagan too. Now as I have said in previous blogs he has a routine but last night we did not hear a peep out of him, nothing not a dickie bird he just slept….I say he slept because that’s what he did, we on the other hand were imagining everything but ‘he was sleeping’?

We woke early just to worry about why we weren’t being woke up early? Mommy even went in to their room just to hear them breathing and came back to bed to worry a bit more…?

They both woke around 7 and everything was fine but it proved he can do it and we got a full nights sleep for the first time since he was born Awoot Aaaaawoot!

Too often we do not appreciate our daddy the way we should. He is such a wonderful man, caring, loving, helpful, enthusiastic! Always willing to lend a hand, a hug, or anything we need. More often than not I find him doing one chore or another like transferring laundry, putting it away (he always does this), doing dishes, anything he thinks that will make my life easier is what he does. When he’s not taking up my slack he’s playing with the babies. Wrestling on the floor with Reagan, tea parties, playing peppa pig. Or just stimulating Lincoln, trying to get him moving, making him laugh. The list goes on and on and on.

I always hear stories about women being stuck doing so much of everything! And how their men always argue or refuse to take a more active role in their children’s lives or their own for that matter and every time I am reminded of how lucky I am. I have chosen the most perfect partner for myself and the most wonderful father for our children.

You are amazing dude and I love you more and more everyday. I am so thankful for you and pray everyday that I make you as happy and satisfied as you make me. You truly make me strive to be a better person every single day and am confident that you are having the same effect on our children. Love you a bajillion babe Happy Birthday!

Looking forward to our hot date tonight big time!

all the love in the world
your wife xxxxxxxx

Lincoln is like clockwork just now and I am not sure how it can change right now but this is how it is:

Bed at 7:45
Awake to feed at 10:30
Awake to feed at 03:30
Awaken around 7ish for a new day