We have noticed over the last couple of days that Reagan is not interested in her morning bottle and if she does have a drink of it, it’s not very much and we’re wasting the rest, she is however very interested in my breakfast of toast and a cup of coffee.

No matter what she is upto she will stop what she’s doing crawl over to me and stand up with a big smile staring at me plate. She looks so pleased when you offer her a piece of toast and takes it with one hand and stands there eating it looking at you eating the same as her. Is this the first time she is conciously feeling proud do be “grown up”?

Another thing she loves doing is holding a cup upto her face! lol

It’s so funny she only sees us holding a cup to our face not that we are actually drinking coffee when we do it. Jamie gave her a cup yesterday and left her alone but watched from a far and Reagan played for 5 minutes holding the cup up to her face talking into it!

If you offer her coffee from your cup she doesn’t like the taste and backwashes it ruining your brew but give her an empty cup and she’s happy lol

So we have stopped the morning bottle and her breakfast now is toast followed by her Weetabix and banana cover in cows milk leaving just the night time bottle as her only bottle at 10 months old.

Two years ago today Jamie became my wife and made me the happiest man in the world! 


Everyday since then I have become a little bit happier.


I love being married to Jamie because its so easy, we are such a good match and a fantastic team.


LOVE YOU to bits dude!


Here’s to us and loads more anniversaries!

Gets ‘ome tonight…from the pub…needing to…shall we say “piss like a stores horse”

I crept in and locked the door behind me and sorted me self before creeping upstairs, to find Jamie awake?

Anyway, after sitting on the bed next to her and chatting for what seemed like ages I remembered I needed to go to the toilet. It was at this point I thought I had reached senility and age had finally caught up with me and overtaken me…I stood in front of the bog and me feet were wet and I couldn’t remember having a piss yet? Looking down I realized I hadn’t got him out yet, OH NO were my pants wet? Please don’t let me pants be wet! Having a tentative feel around confirmed I hadn’t pissed me self so what the hell was going?

Anyway I won’t go into detail about what happened next but once he was safely put away again I needed to find where this water had come from, and even drunk it didn’t take long. The radiator was leaking from the valve and needed to be sorted or we would be in deep shhh… water by the morning!

With Reagan asleep opening the loft hatch hatch right outside her door was going to be tricky but necessary as me adjustable and monkey wrench were up there. It was noisy and Reagan did wake but I managed to get it shut again and once it was quiet she was asleep pretty quickly.

Tightening a compression joint is a simple task sober but drunk so much can go wrong the worst was I over tighten and it bursts completely non of this happened though I gave a slight twist and dried the pipe off and for the next five minutes wiped it with a dry finger and it stayed dry job done.

Not what I expected to be doing upon my return home but look on the bright side at least I’m not incontinent and for a split second there I wasn’t sure lol now the only problem I have is I can’t remember where I put me spanner and wrench…..