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
Whilst on holiday in Edinburgh we met up with an old friend of Janet's for lunch.
I'm on notice. In September Sonny starts school, Luca Nursery, and I'll be a year closer to my early retirement; or actively looking for work if Janet asks.
Obviously we'll need to discuss my retirement plans, just not before my six month Saga cruise has left port.
I'd always assumed the path to embarrassing dad status would be a gradual one. A prolonged period of otherwise insignificant events, condensed into a single anecdote. A retrospective title earned through hindsight on my part and much exaggeration on theirs.
Talking a little too loudly about someone on the very next table, maybe.
There's a (not so) commonly held belief that in this year of 2012 an alignment of negative forces will signify the beginning of the end of the world. Not wanting to sound pessimistic but I think it may just have happened!
At the park this week I was chatting with a lady about her two toddlers who were roughly the same age as Sonny and Luca, and questioned her mental state given she also had a newborn baby.
Where do Gorillas sleep?
There's no punchline. Worse still, what I thought was another one of Sonny's surreal jokes turned out to be a fact that I really wish I hadn't spent a week mocking him over, before brazenly trying to Google him wrong... and then having to apologise for ever daring to question him in the first place.
Sorry, I lied, it absolutely is another back to school post. What can you do, I called it The Tales of Sonny and Luca. You make your bed, you lie in it.
Sonny started Juniors today, but he'll not forget his time in infants, not least because those memories are still etched across his tie in gravy.
It was my birthday last week. 39. That's thirty-nine. NOT 40! How can I be so sure? Janet insisted I produce my passport as proof, that's how!
It's become a birthday tradition to go away for a couple of days. A tradition Janet's sister was obviously unaware of when she first agreed to look after the kids three years ago.
It seems like only yesterday that my dreams were haunted by the soundtrack to Yo-kai Watch. The auto-correct on my phone has never fully recovered from the boys incessant searching for the favourite foods of Cutta-nah-nah, Slacka-slash and the talking buttocks that is Cheeksqueek.
Mario and challenge in the same sentence? I didn't need asking twice.