The baby is still in one piece following a week of dad in charge. Hooray! It's been a pretty active week as well, despite promising myself I'd take it easy. We've met friends, been to the cinema, library, baby group and a weaning class, and finished with visiting Heaver Castle somewhere in 'the country' (outside of London). Although this outburst of daily effort may have cost me my back.
To future dads, get your back in shape before the baby arrives. You'll need it in shape more than ever before, but you'll have less time than before to ever get it into shape.
Thinking Little Bear would do well to get exposed to some culture, my sister and I took him to Heaver Castle, where Anne Boleyn grew up. Forced to leave the pushchair outside, I strapped him to my chest in the baby-carrier. Moments after entering this ten century old house, he fell asleep. Apparently not a history lover... But he did love the baby-carrier...
Any parent will tell you that a well rested baby is a happy baby. If they don't nap around every 2 hours, they turn into an angry and inconsolable troll. Problem is that unless you get exactly the right time (a window of about 30 seconds after baby's too awake, and before he's too tired), you'll struggle to convince baby that closing his eyes and not shaking his arms and legs around is a good idea. Needing to sleep around 6 times a day, I've managed to catch that window perfectly and put him to sleep in his own bed around... once.
I'm pretty sure I'll regret it the heavier he gets, but 45 minutes after going into the carrier, a fresh and smiley baby comes out ready to play (warm like a little roast chicken).
I'm Dave, dad of Little Bear. Also known as 'Pappa' to the little man as we try and bring out his Swedish roots