dad bloggers

What happened next? You panicked didn't you? Don't be coy, everyone does. Suddenly, the realization dawns that your little crying and pooing creature (that you're not allowed to return to the shop because you lost the receipt or something) has cast off its most endearing quality - complete immobility.
There comes a time in every parent's life when sitting in a nappy-scented house, for hour after hour, cleaning up sick, sterilizing bottles and watching Judge Rinder, is no longer the fun it once was. It's at this point that the idea of taking your child to eat in a restaurant first crosses your mind.
OK, to the untrained eye, it may appear that all we need do is put up a post about, oh, I don't know... baked beans, every now and then, and our followers will lap it up, maintaining our status as internet superstars.
Essentially any time spent reading with a baby should be viewed like watching an episode of The Only Way Is Essex - nothing sensible, clever or barely coherent is going to happen. All you'll get is incoherent babbling and the overriding wish for the experience to be over (very) quickly.
SAHD, SAHM, single mum, working mum, gay dad, gay mum, LBGT mums and dads, single dads, stepdad, stepmum, divorced dad, divorced mum. This list is endless when describing what sort of mum or dad you are, although I have very rarely seen the term 'working dad'.


bmm banner.jpg But what about the men? I mean, sure, there are established dad bloggers and networks but let's face it is not enough to reflect the fact that the times they are a - changing. Women are still more likely than men to be the main stay at home parent but with each year that goes by the smattering of dads at the school gates is increasing, and rightly so.
A blog by definition is an online diary of one person's views or ramblings on a subject of their choice which of course could be parenting, cooking, beauty or indeed any subject they wish to choose to write about and share on the Internet.
The other day, after a long day of parenting, I set up my video camera and recorded myself as I emptied out my pockets and revealed to the world what junk was in them. I found a piece of broken tambourine, loose change and a hair band.
To maintain my cuddly physique and stop myself edging towards the chubby abyss / heart failure I found eating when hungry rather than the set three meals a day kept me in check.
This is probably one of the main topics that before the arrival you get the most opinions on and can feel the most pressure and judgement. But just do what is right for you, of course listen to the opinions, but do what makes you happy and you feel most comfortable with. I still believe there is no right or wrong way.