​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...

My wife and I have very different attitudes to sunlight. I like it. She hates it. Unfortunately, being a winter baby, the Little Bear seems to be following his mother's opinion. Every time he gets exposed to light outside during the day (even in the shade) his little eye squint up and he'll start waving his tiny hands around in protest.

​Unlike during his first month or two, now when it's bedtime it's still light outside, and even with only a small crack of light coming through the curtains, he still complains and only sleeps with a melodramatic pose: his arm covering his eyes with his nose pointing upwards in protest. He can only cope going outside for more than a few minutes if we put a hand over his eyes or pull the hood fully over the pushchair. Even then, his normally happy face looks quite grumpy from the rays.

I would highly recommend sunnies for any winter babies.