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Jack is a 1 year old teenager. He doesn't walk her runs, he doesn't stay still he dances, he wants to see everything I cook so pulls at my clothes and shouts at me until I scoop him up. Jack knows some words, infact everything seems to be a doggy, however, he never shuts up. Constantly jibbering, laughing, pointing and eating!! Yes eating everything. We feed him breakfast before nursery, he rocks up at nursery and has a 2nd breakfast followed by a snack, lunch, dessert, snack, tea, dessert and supper. The boy never stops but there is nothing of him. He uses his spoon to help himself to my food. Love it though, love every little thing my little sausage does.

Just whoofing a homemade burger!!

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Parents hood goes so fast, its seems like yesterday (as the cliche goes) that he dropped out of Becky. But a whole year has passed, an entire year, 365 days of smiles, laughs, cries, sleepless nights, worries if he is too hot or too cold, has he drank enough milk, is he hungry. 365 days of awkward Google searches, shitty arses, pissy pants (both me and Jack). I wouldn't change a single day. He is now a proper little human and finds joy pacing up and down the house tormenting the cats and eating their food, eating dusty coal from the fire place and dancing like a super star to Jason Derulo. He is perfect.

As part of his present for turning one we got him a pass to the zoo, I must admit he does prefer to stare and call over the pigeons than the rhinos. Enjoy the picture of him thinking he is underwater with the penguins.

Happy birthday Jack

Lots of love Daddy

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Jack pointed and said 'Cat!'

He is 11 months...

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Jack is our first born, he was planned, well I say planned but how can someone actually plan for a baby. You think you have it all ready, he comes along and you have forgotten everything. He is nearly 1 and the year has gone too fast. It scares me to think that one day he won't need me to carry him to bed, need me to hold his bottle, need me to blend up his food and put on his socks. All the memories I have from this year of perfection I hope I never forget.

I have watched him grow, take his first steps, smile, laugh, cry, sleep, eat, dance, mutter unrecognisable jibber jabber (I'm sure he is saying get out my face dad and stop kissing me) and develop into the most incredible little human. But I have to say without my partner this wouldn't have been possible.

I thought I loved her all I possibly could until I watched her give birth, raise our baby, support me in ways I could have never imagined. She is perfect, and makes me feel like I am too. Parenting has its struggles, but I feel with her at my side I can conquer it all.

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Remember me saying I eat like a pig 🐖 and look 9 months pregnant? well, I find the time to make sure my little monster is fed.

Parmasan crusted cod, pea puree and herby wedges. Most ended up on the floor and in Jacks hair but I think he stomached enough.

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Day 2 entry from a dad who has had very little sleep, this might be short and full of mistakes as the letters seem foggy and my brain is trying its hardest not to function but hey ho let's crack on.

Since Jack was 9 weeks old he has slept through the night. I remember getting him home from the hospital and his first night we had to wake him for a feed. Both me and Becky hovering over his crib wondering if we were making the right decision to wake him as people advised never to wake a sleeping baby but the midwife/google told us he has to take his bottles. We woke him, but he drifted back off with ease. Gone are those days.

11 months later and the battle has begun. He sleeps well in his own room, I say well but the past couple of nights have had me question whether Becky gave birth to a owl 🦉 and not an actual human. Jack thinks it fun to wake me seconds before I drift off with the most horrific whale, yes I have tried leaving him, it gets louder. The only thing that seems to work is a 10 second back stroke and a gentle tap. 10 SECONDS, thats all he needs me for. 10 Seconds for a quick stroke every 15 minutes and then straight back to dreaming about mice and soaring through the sky at night. (#owldreams)

So I'm tired!

When its gets to around 1 am and I've already been up 23 times stroking his back for 10 seconds, he decides to up the anti. He needs more from me, back strokes aint cutting the mustard. Its time to clap, yep clad and wiggle side to side doing some sort of zambified dance routine. Needless to say this eyes are wide open, mine aren't, and he is smiling, I'm not. So I leave and let him have his little afterhours rave all by himself, 'erm no dad get in here and party with me' says Jack in that weird scream.

So I'm now stroking his face, making shushing sounds, not looking directly into his eyes and wondering if I will ever make it back to bed.

So that's the last 2 nights, roll on tonight, might take some vodka jelly shots and glow sticks up with me and embrace the night owl.

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Just a shout out...

Shout out to all mums that carried a moving lump for 9 months.

Shout out to the mums that cruised through maternity with squinty eyes because dad went to work and needed that extra sleep so you battled the night feed.

Shout out to the first time mums thats started a full time job raising a baby with no experience on their CV.

Shout out to mums that have to then teach dad EVERYTHING

Shout out to dads for trying.

Shout out to the baby that has to swing in a bouncer between the bathroom and watch dad shower (not a pretty site)

Shout out to the parents, both mum and dad who both still look 9 months pregnant because the lack of sleep has encourage a appetite for naughty food.

Shout out to everyone raising a child knowing they are most likely doing it wrong but just keep saying, 'he/she will be OK because I love them and that's all that matters,' said the midwife.

Shout out to our babies, for having us as parents.

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Everyone tells me how advanced Jack is, 'he is so clever, he will be walking soon' to all those that have experienced the in-between phase of a child who is so desperate to walk, yet doesn't have the full ability to do so, you will feel my pain and wish your child would still love exploring the world on all fours.

Today I have spent my day darting between the cat litter, fire place and stairs questioning why my son wants to ignore all his toys and the joy of playing with dad while mum works. Instead wanting only to practice death defying stunts on the stairs whilst brushing his teeth with a lump of coal as I try to gather the cat litter sprawled all over the floor.

How can it be when mum returns he adopts the role of an angel and plays peacefully.

Dad life is tough, dad life is forever, dad life is incredible.

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I planned to write about my journey through fatherhood as soon as my little boy Jack was born, however its 11 months later and I still feel like I dont have the time to even finish this post. Its 9:36 and he should have been asleep 36 minutes ago for his morning nap, yet he chooses to clap his hands whilst kicking his legs and dancing like a Bollywood superstar. Hooray, it only took 51 minutes, one leg hold, one arm lock and an eye brow stroke to get him off. I plan to write more challenging, fun, rewarding adventures with my little monster so hit follow if you wish to join in on our journey. See you soon