Something every big city parent will be familiar with is the steady stream of baby activities to attend. From play groups and breakfast clubs to tot swims, story times, rhyme times, baby-cinema, baby sensory, soft play and bop baby singalongs. London is especially great for these things. Having a little one here quickly opens another city for you, as you say goodby to London’s great pubs and fine restaurants (remembering those from the distant past), you find a new layer of baby-activities for you and your little people to join in.
It’s tougher than I thought it would be. With Little Bear starting nursery today, our time together on parental leave is just about to be over. I’ve dropped him off and of course I was there for hours trying to convince his watery eyes that it was ok to let go of Pappa, and that whilst this was the end of an era for both of us, we’ll still be together, and life will go on… No. Save about ten seconds of being clingy to Pappa, he discovered some balls to test in the corner and then promptly forgot about me. I hung around like a loser harbouring some unrequited love for about 10 minutes (9 minutes too long from his perspective), and then slowly crept out when he wasn’t looking.
I'm Dave, dad of Little Bear. Also known as 'Pappa' to the little man as we try and bring out his Swedish roots