For us Northerners, Blackpool illuminations is a rite of passage. It's a coming of age moment. Right up there with your first Greggs pasty, chip barms and rickets.
I'll not lie, I had high expectations. So much so I may have bigged it up a little too much.
Duinrell Family Park - Canvas Holidays
Big Shop with Little Helpers
Like Riding a Bike
I'm not going to be a cool dad. There, I've said it!
Maybe not news to anyone who knows me, but recently the boys had convinced me otherwise.
Sonny thinks it cool that I can remove his nose then screw it back on.
Luca finds it cool that I can juggle.
Today I found myself stood at the checkout a broken man, my hollow eyes staring into the abyss (or whatever Tesco call their café).
Around my ankles a battle ensued. Power Ranger versus Sonic. Cucumber versus swinging bag of carrots.
Shoppers looked on incredulously, clearly thinking,
"Surely you're going to do ... something?"
So I did. I shrugged my shoulders.
To celebrate World Book Day we've been recycling old books to create new stories.
In our defence of it not being outright sacrilege, they were the type of dull books you get free with a jigsaw. No worthy books were harmed in the making of our new story, I promise.
Not to be confused with the dead pen drawer for which I can offer no explanation, these batteries actually serve a purpose.
They're for the toys whose battery life is greater than my will to live.
With Janet back at work today, so began our new years resolutions ... and by lunchtime only one remains unbroken; to write a blog of our adventures.
In my defense, Janet didn't help by missing her train and thus letting me go back to bed for 20 mins.
For two weeks prior to going away we'd been using CBeebies as our blueprint for our summer holiday, little did we know how much had been filmed in Scarborough ... and so began our CBeebies Summer Song pilgrimage!
Another day, another battle over a Parent and Toddler (P&T) parking space... I really need to direct my anger in a more productive way.
As a 'dad blogger' you know Fathers Day is approaching when your inbox suddenly becomes swamped by Fathers Day gift guides.
I've decided to embrace my inner grumpiness through a series of posts I'm calling 'the mutterings of a middle-aged man'. And before you say it, no, it wasn't always such; at least not officially.
And where better to start than this.