Every dad needs to ensure that he has an air of authority and calm about him. After all he is the man of the house and society expects it. Yesterday my wife thought that she might be going into labour and baby 'Anna' may be on the way. I was not calm and responded to this situation like Jones in Dads Army. All that was missing was me running round screaming 'don't panic! don't panic!'. This behaviour does not reflect very well on me and even though it was a false alarm, I really do think that I need to work on being calm and supportive. Easier said than done but I will try. Despite my inability to keep a cool head I can't wait to have another scrumptious baby in the house. Seeing the picture attached of Lucy when she was a couple of months old brings back lovely memories. I also forgot how petrified of picking them up I am. New babies are so small and fragile.
Update on the Pingu front. Lucy is no longer an addict. She is now simply addicted to Toy Story instead! I have previously alluded to this being a war. I think I need to knuckle down for the long haul...
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