The Cartmel Bar Blog

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.

The little ones are certainly growing up apace and although they aren't quite walking yet it is clearly a matter of days or weeks. Our poor little daughter has chicken pox at the moment, but even covered in spots, she doesn't seem ill at all.

Our boy continues to be his usual mad self, adventurous, silly and a bit of a pudding at times - everything we love about him. Those of you with friends/family status on our Flickr page can see more pictures from this set.