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've never been good at accents. Ask me to voice more than two teddies and it can quickly descend into a picnic hosted by Jim Davidson.
My knowledge of animals isn't great either. Beyond the Farmyard and pages of 'Dear Zoo' it's pretty much all guesswork.
I love a good sports day, although I prefer to call it by its proper name, Sky Sports Super Sunday.
School Sports Day on the other hand ...
I try to remain enthusiastic. No really, I do. But there comes a point, normally around heat 32 of the sack race, where it starts to wane.
I'm not proposing an outright ban. By God I've not spent months justifying their educational value only to do away with them altogether, but whenever a screen gets switched on I'm instantly switched off.
As a seasoned stay-at-home dad I should know better than to do a big shop with little helpers.
I guess it's like my relationship with KFC; every few years I just need reminding of why it's best avoided.
The warning signs were all there. Their eagerness to help for a start, that's not normal.
When I tell the boys I'm off to make their dinner, what I appear to be saying is,
"You've got ten minutes unsupervised ... do your worst!
If someone asked me what my parenting style was my response would be,
“Why, what have they done?”
Apparently there are four. (1) Authoritarian, (2) Authoritative, (3) Permissive, and (4) Uninvolved.
(source: a half-read news article whilst having cushions thrown at my head, and a quick google search).
This doesn't help in narrowing it down for me.
Me? A stay-at-home dad? Eating out?
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.
I don't want to sound overly dramatic, but you know that image of a polar bear clinging to an iceberg? That's me in the shower that is. And if you're thinking hippo in a bathtub, shame on you!
It all began when the kids first scaled Mount Stair-gate. Until then, upstairs was a savannah of sanity.
After reviewing LEGO City Undercover on the Nintendo Wii U, I was asked if I'd also review the 3DS version, LEGO City - The Chase Begins.
As I mentioned on the Wii U review (which you can read here) Sonny and my old DS have previous.
As part of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I was asked if I'd like to take part in the Waterstones NaNoWriMo Story Cubes Project.
The idea is that a group of bloggers will all contribute one chapter each, with the twist being you roll a pack of Rory's Story Cubes to determine where the story goes next.