Parenting a small child is not easy.
One of my Facebook friends was talking about books and it got me thinking about Olliebob and how and what we read with him. We try to read witg Ollie as much as possible. Literally, Rose and I are willing to drop pretty much whatever we are doing if the little dumpling comes sidling over... Continue Reading →
I get that mother's day is a chance for children/offspring/financial burdens to do something nice for or spend time with their mum's. However, it's not really hit me until the last couple of years, this year particularly, that it's almost more of a chance, particularly when the child is at Ollie's age, for husbands/partners to... Continue Reading →
Now, Oliver is a wonderfully reasonable young rascal the majority of the time. As long as people bow down to his will and he has a steady supply of snacks, then everything is fine and dandy. However on occasion life can throw things up that are designed seemingly with the sole purpose of frustrating and... Continue Reading →
Pancake day today and it proved to be a raging success overall with the Olephant. To be fair, I think I could of put a suspiciously dry pinecone on a pancake and he would have energetically demolished it. The pancakes went down a storm, was it because they were Owls? Was it down to the... Continue Reading →
In an effort to broaden Olephants horizons food-wise, Pose and I have always tried to give Ollie a little bit of what we are eating. Whilst this has been a success in terms of getting him to eat pretty much anything that can't run away (having said this he did once try and gnaw on... Continue Reading →
Lots of family meet ups took place for our little family over the festive period. This involved us zipping all over the place to far flung exotic places such as Kingston upon Thames, Tamworth, Stratford Upon Avon and Calne. It was genuinely ace to catch up with everyone, it really doesn't happen often enough. The... Continue Reading →
Awesome day out at Open Air 2017. Love Quenington and Ollie got his first taste of Open Air sculptures/art. Rosie and I managed to make suitably discerning comments along the way such as, 'Ooh it's meant to be a horse I think, maybe a cow... how clever!' and 'It's a wild boar Ollie...it goes oink... Continue Reading →
Awesome half term break with the Olephant. In this time it seems he's developed a new technique for being a bit of a pickle. This involves picking up almost any object and then trying to wear it as a hat. So far the objects tried and discarded for this role have included: a drum, not... Continue Reading →
When Rosie and I went to watch the first Avengers in 2012, she said in a hushed and clearly awed voice as Captain Americas bum appeared on screen, 'They don't make many men like that do they...it's not fair on the rest of you.' Being the well balanced individual I am, I took this on... Continue Reading →
Given that Ollie is shaped in a fairly similar way to an over pumped rugby ball it shouldn't be too much of a surprise he felt right at home and enjoyed himself at Leicester Tigers. He spent roughly 40% of the time burbling/flirting/socialising with people in the row behind us, 40% dropping food onto the... Continue Reading →
