Harry's Blog

Our twins' favourite people in the entire world are my wife's parents - who they know as Granny and Grandpa.

But being under two they've not quite mastered these two words yet. Granny is apparently "Momo" and Grandpa is known as "Bumpa".

That was until we visited over the New Year. Now it seems both twins seem to have evolved "Bumpa" into something that sounds almost like "Bumhole".

It's actually so clear that at one point my surprised brother-in-law said to the twins "Don't call me dad a bumhole!"

Kids eh?

Right now, as I type these words, my wife is downstairs about to give our children their first cookery lesson.

They are going to make chocolate cornflake cakes.

The children are 18 months old.

How exactly do you think it's going to go?

Update: Here's a photo of the aftermath.

Today marks a watershed in my life as a parent. For the first time I've taken a pair of scissors to our son's hair. His beautiful curly locks are no more. And while I've done a decent job of his first haircut (if you don't look at the back of his head) it's quite a sad day.

My good lady wife is already sad that our little munchkin's curls have gone and she's not even seen my efforts yet - the twins are having their afternoon nap.

Our fifteen-month old daughter seems to have learned to speak this morning. Obviously not well enough for a spot on Quote Unquote, but there's a definite change in how she's communicating.

Instead of the regular babble of dadada and mamama there are definite recognisable words now - even if they are not spoken entirely correctly. So we get "ba" for ball, "bu" for book, "dat" for that, "Dayee" for Daisy and today for the first time we get a resounding clear "no" with a shaking of the head.