This is a genuine question, because I’ve got no idea. I still think of Sonny as a baby, but only because I always have done. He’s big, loud, almost 14 months old and standing on his own two feet, so does that mean my little boy’s turned into a toddler?
Happy, crazy, funny, adventurous, unpredictable, daft as a brush, up for it. That’s my little boy Sonny, who turned one this week and has just given me the most ridiculously brilliant year of my life.
So you’ve decided to take your baby for a bike ride, but how the hell do you do it? Here are eight simple tips for cycling with babies that will get you started on your family biking adventures.
The thing that scared me most about becoming a dad was that I’d become boring and stop doing all the stuff that made my life fun. Turns out the opposite is true – I’ve become a big kid and rediscovered so many things I’d forgotten I loved!
While I was thrashing around in a giant ball pit at Leo’s Fun Zone yesterday (and secretly having the time of my life) something suddenly hit me: our baby boy already has way cooler stuff, and is doing way cooler things, than I’ve ever done.
The Little Life Arc 2 travel cot trebles up as a lightweight portable bed, convenient baby day prison, and outdoor sun shield, with the added bonus that it packs down into a small backpack for easy transportation. A 3-in-1 masterpiece!
Griffon Forest in North Yorkshire – with its secluded lodges, outdoor hot tubs, roaring fires and friendly wildlife – used to be somewhere we went to chill out as a couple. But this time we took the dreaded baby with us, so relaxation went out of the window!
We’ve spent hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds on expensive toys and gear to entertain Sonny in the nine months since he was born. But what does he love most? This crappy cardboard box, of course.
The last thing I want to do is force my little boy into anything he doesn’t want to do, but how will he experience new things if we don’t give him the occasional nudge in the right direction?
If there’s one thing Christmas 2016 taught me (apart from that festive hangovers and babies don’t mix), it’s that it’s finally time to say a tearful farewell to my trusty little hatchback and buy a proper dad’s car.