The idea behind daddownunder was always that one day when you’re old enough to understand rude words we would sit down together, hopefully in a nice pub supping beverages that you have just treated us to, and reflect on the time we spent together. The problem is that it’s evolved into a public advertisement of the trials and tribulations of fatherhood. I don’t want you to grow up and think you were a trial or a tribulation or worse still both.
When I take a step back from the nappies, scrape the remnants of avocado out of my hair, give my sleep deprived eyes a little rub and watch you at work I know that this is very special. So without further ado son, here are your best moments.
I love the way you curl your tongue up when you’re concentrating, I still do that and it definitely helps.
I love that when all the other babies around you are stealing your toys you only want to steal a kiss.
I love how much of a boy you are, trucks, dirt and girls, it doesn’t really get any better than that does it?
I love how quick you are to work things out, not such a fan of you deflating my bike tyres and although some brushes are perfect for running through your hair try to steer clear of the dustpan brush.
I love that you are as mesmerised by Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” video as I am.
I love that you are instinctively wary of all men but melt around women.
I love that you blow me kisses every night before bed.
I love that the only TV show to capture your attention is inextricably Letters and Numbers (Countdown for any UK readers).
I love that your first ‘word’ was a lion roar.
I love that you only high five for me.
I love that you can make a bad day good with one smile.
I love that you insist on sharing your food with me, presumably some sort of quality control system “if I have to eat this I want to see you have some first”.
I love you.