tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post6600778268183625627..comments2023-06-05T15:23:37.352+01:00Comments on Stay at home dad: Little ThingsStay at home dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-79317688987503134332007-05-21T11:31:00.000+01:002007-05-21T11:31:00.000+01:00Poor you! Thanks - I will look into it...Poor you! Thanks - I will look into it...Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-18946378513766375422007-05-21T09:50:00.000+01:002007-05-21T09:50:00.000+01:00Hi there, i have tagged you. not entirely sure wha...Hi there, i have tagged you. not entirely sure what this means but if you look at my blog it might make more sense. if you have already been tagged just ignore me. sorry i didn't tag in the correct way - my brain is far too frazzled to work it out. elsieElsie Buttonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03768998561385293241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-77979691838364999142007-05-18T14:58:00.000+01:002007-05-18T14:58:00.000+01:00In my recent experience there's a lot of rain too....In my recent experience there's a lot of rain too...Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-78182974863634308602007-05-18T14:48:00.000+01:002007-05-18T14:48:00.000+01:00if you get to the beach with your children then at...if you get to the beach with your children then at least there are some pebbles SAHDrilly superhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448694078653341955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-2541842510464954662007-05-18T13:25:00.000+01:002007-05-18T13:25:00.000+01:00Thank you Rilly. Your post finds you in contemplat...Thank you Rilly. Your post finds you in contemplative mood!<BR/><BR/>I agree with that analogy in principle, but in reality it is the sand that ends up taking up much of your time. It gets everywhere, as anyone who has been on the beach with a small child will attest!Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-76455926469134450582007-05-18T12:53:00.000+01:002007-05-18T12:53:00.000+01:00someone once explained the analogy of time being a...someone once explained the analogy of time being a large jar. Your life consists of some large pebbles which are the important things, then some gravel which is the next level of importance and which fills in the gaps between the pebbles after you have put them in the jar first, then sand, which is the trivia of life which you slip in to the smallest gaps if there is any space but which are expendable. I don't need to tell you whether blogging and worring about it the slightest is pebbles or sand stay at home dad. I must say I do enjoy your blog by the way. I must look into 'feedreaders' too...rilly superhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448694078653341955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-42284168369442774962007-05-18T11:20:00.000+01:002007-05-18T11:20:00.000+01:00@TM, it's coloured your life and they forgot years...@TM, it's coloured your life and they forgot years ago I bet!<BR/><BR/>DM, sorry to hear it. Er, I was going to make a netball remark but I know absolutely nothing about it...Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-38699297669594439862007-05-18T10:34:00.000+01:002007-05-18T10:34:00.000+01:00We was robbed!We was robbed!Drunk Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16213660260846567668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-89997854534872026502007-05-18T08:54:00.000+01:002007-05-18T08:54:00.000+01:00Thank you SAHD, yes they were all okay. Only I was...Thank you SAHD, yes they were all okay. Only I was left a quivering wreck!@themillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644636690850127781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-8428094320368360492007-05-17T23:39:00.000+01:002007-05-17T23:39:00.000+01:00Agreed. All true! How was the netball?Agreed. All true! How was the netball?Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-38834775819167688372007-05-17T23:32:00.000+01:002007-05-17T23:32:00.000+01:00Dear SAHD - thank you for your lovely compliment. ...Dear SAHD - thank you for your lovely compliment. I have been called an 'artist' before - but not in a nice way!<BR/>I think you did the right thing keeping the girls away from the drama. How much better to be talking about pink fish, than the horror of a fire. They don't get much time to be so oblivious of these things. String it out for as long as possible.Drunk Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16213660260846567668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-71481822736917631922007-05-17T23:05:00.000+01:002007-05-17T23:05:00.000+01:00Thanks Spymum. Yes I think they are required readi...Thanks Spymum. Yes I think they are required reading, and you're not bad yourself!<BR/><BR/>It is s strange world, but in fact in many ways life is easier and safer now, physically and medically, so really you are exchanging different freedoms. <BR/><BR/>@TM, Yes, I hadn't even given it a thought. Luckily I rang my wife before she got home. <BR/><BR/>Horrible childhood events. Presumably, and luckily, they were all ok?<BR/><BR/>Hello Suffolkmum. Thanks, very kind. You need the feed reader! I think the fire was dealt with fine. I haven't wanted to nose too much.Stay at home dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943310521217164291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-29990845800640975222007-05-17T20:59:00.000+01:002007-05-17T20:59:00.000+01:00I missed your one below (only been blogging for a ...I missed your one below (only been blogging for a few weeks but already finding it hard to keep up) and you got that post-holiday feeling spot-on. You have a lovely concise way with words - not surprised someone wants you to write for them! Loved the exchange between the girls in this one - deeply familiar! Fire sounds hideous.Suffolkmumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15123007594112557168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-23214679770773697192007-05-17T20:57:00.000+01:002007-05-17T20:57:00.000+01:00oh, that stomach churning 'I thought..'When the ol...oh, that stomach churning 'I thought..'<BR/>When the oldest son overturned a forklift in front of me...<BR/>When the youngest son, then aged 2, went missing for 45 minutes... <BR/>When the youngest son, then aged 13, was airlifted off the rugby pitch with a suspect broken neck...@themillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644636690850127781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309801433272440943.post-61003775345733931582007-05-17T20:45:00.000+01:002007-05-17T20:45:00.000+01:00Snap! Aren't Wifey and Drunk Mummy brilliant read...Snap! Aren't Wifey and Drunk Mummy brilliant reads! I haven't got around to doing one of those feed thingys yet though.<BR/><BR/>Gosh, it's a funny old time for parents at the moment isn't it? I sometimes wonder - if someone could have explained to the twenty-year-old-me how, as a parent, you suffer a thousand deaths worrying about the safety/happiness/security of ones child, would I have had one?<BR/><BR/>That me wouldn't have understood anyway! Great blog, btw!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com