tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88314332627577173082024-02-21T08:40:24.129+00:00Dad EtcA Blog about being a Dad today.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-37722629459290403922013-07-14T21:53:00.000+01:002013-07-14T22:01:26.431+01:00Keeping Cool<h2>
<i>The Weekend Picture No. 52</i></h2>
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As the UK basks in heatwave conditions we have been desparately seeking relief from 2 weeks of 25 degree plus temperatures.<br />
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We have experimented with windows open and windows closed. We have closed curtains in the middle of the day and dressed in outfits we wouldn't want to be seen in in public. We have even played havoc with the environment by turning on our car's disappointing aircon.<br />
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This weekend we went camping in the depths of Sussex. On the Saturday we visited one of those tree shrouded river banks that Mark Twain used to write about.<br />
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The <i>Dubmeister </i>and one of the <i>Signs of Spring</i> made use of a rope swing which appeared to have grown down from one the trees that shrouded the bank. The <i>Dubmeister </i>was particularly keen to fall from the swing into the water - doing it over and over again until his skin turned blue and his teeth chattered.<br />
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Tom Sawyer would have been proud.<br />
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Speak soon.<br />
JH<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-35646506609903613752013-07-12T10:54:00.000+01:002013-07-12T10:54:31.194+01:00Ashes? What Ashes?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The fantastic summer of sport that we are enjoying this year keeps rolling on.<br />
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First we had the British Lions beating the Australians.<br />
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Then we had "Sir" Andy Murray ending Britain's 77 years of hurt by finally claiming the men's Wimbledon title in a thrilling final 10 days ago.<br />
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Chris Froome is currently leading the pack in the Tour de France.<br />
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And now we have the Ashes.<br />
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The Granddaddy of Cricket Test series.<br />
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England and Australia battling it out with the Willow and the ball.<br />
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The series has made an epic start. We had 14 wickets tumble on day 1 and the greatest total ever posted by a no. 11 batsman yesterday when Ashton Agar scored 98 in his debut Test innings.<br />
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The commentators on BBC's Test Match Special are falling over themselves to tell us what a great sporting spectacle this is.<br />
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This is a sporting battle that should be gripping the nation. The boys and girls who were rushing out every playtime with racket and ball to re-enact the heroics of Andy and Laura on the Wimbledon grass should now be doing the same and flinging yorkers and googlies at each other as they re-live the previous day's play.<br />
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It's not happening.<br />
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A quick survey of my kids' schools indicates that there are still more children playing tennis than cricket in the playground. A quiz of my children's cricketing knowledge tells me that they have no idea who Ashton Agar is and can only name one member of England's cricket team (Kevin Pieterson) - and this at a time when the England cricketers are arguably our most successful sporting outfit.<br />
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The 2005 Ashes series genuinely did grip the nation. Children did take to the parks and streets to ape their white clad heroes and for 1 glorious summer we were cricket crazy.<br />
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Why is this not happening this year?<br />
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Why are my children not in the least bit bothered?<br />
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Why can't they tell their Alastair Cooks from their Graeme Swanns?<br />
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In 2005 the Ashes was broadcast by Channel 4. Ever since it has been live and exclusive on SKY. Since 2005 Cricket has been chasing the cash of this sporting behemoth. As a result they have had millions of pounds pumped into the sport but at what cost?<br />
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Sadly this pursuit has led to Cricket disappearing from the radar for millions of English children. If I were a cricket administrator with a view that extends beyond this summer's payday I would be worried for the future of my sport. I would question whether a big payday today is worth an obscure future.<br />
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Cricket is a difficult game for schools to run. It takes a long time to play and it requires a lot of space. As a result it has disappeared from the curriculum of many state schools. It therefore becomes even more important that it gets plenty of television exposure in order to build up cricketing heroes and establish cricketing dreams among the young so that they seek opportunities to play this game which we are currently very good at.<br />
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So, Dear Administrators of Cricket - please look beyond the size of your wallets and look to the future - or your sport will die.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS Photograph courtesy of the Daily TelegraphAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-78703720584121175992013-06-27T22:00:00.000+01:002013-06-27T21:46:12.915+01:00You Can Tell They're Growing Up When ... You Worry About Different StuffWhen the Dubmeister was born he brought untold joy and excitement. We marvelled at his chubby little fingers, his gorgeous gurgling noises, his perfect skin and that indescribeable smell with which all babies are blessed.<br />
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It was one of the best days of our lives.</div>
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But, when a baby enters your life he also introduces a whole new level of worry. You worry about everything - from the temperature of his bedroom to the number of times he feeds via the evil inferiority complex creating myths propagated by millionaires made rich by writing books about how to raise the perfect baby. </div>
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We even worried that our cat would devote himself to finding an opportunity to go to sleep on baby Dubmeister's face. Of course he didn't as that would involve being in the same room as the tiny screaming banshee that we had introduced into the house which was obviously out of the question!</div>
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At the same time well meaning friends and family reassured us that the phase would soon pass and that as the Dubmeister grew so would the worries pass and life would become a worry free Disneyland where the sun always shone and Dubmeister developed at a textbook rate.</div>
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When a baby grows up you cease to worry about the temperature of his bedroom and the number of times he feeds and you soon realise that the books written by childcare experts are designed to create a sense of panic in the minds of couples going through the most intensely stressful sleep deprived period of their lives. However, that does not mean the worry stops. It just means that the focus of worry changes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What we worry about now </i></span></h3>
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<li>So now, rather than worrying about the temperature of his bedroom we worry about what he gets up to in there instead!</li>
<li>Instead of worrying about how often he feeds we worry about how often he sits down to do his homework. Is he doing enough? Could he do more? Shouldn't he be doing better?</li>
<li>Rather than fretting over an evil cat who is determined to kill him by fur suffocation we worry about the evils of alcohol and drugs and pick up leaflets from Doctor surgeries and school reception areas which raise the stress levels even further.</li>
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I remember as a kid noticing that, if you caught a glimpse of my mum and her friends when they didn't know anybody was looking at them, you could see a far-away, concerned expression on their faces.<br />
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Now I am a parent I know why they looked like that. They were parents, they were worried. The two states of mind go together. No matter what the age of your kids might be. Be they four months, fourteen or forty you worry about them.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-63078522005302519602013-06-24T00:15:00.000+01:002013-06-24T00:18:39.640+01:00Lost!<h2>
<i>The Weekend Picture No. 51</i></h2>
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As you know I was honoured to be listed as a finalist in this year's <i>Brilliance in Blogging Family Blogger Award</i>. The ceremony was in London on Friday night at an impressive venue called The Brewery in EC1Y 4QH.<br />
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The ceremony came at the end of an afternoon's conference opened by the lovely Kirsty Allsopp and featuring hints and tips on all things bloggy. I had to go to work on Friday so I didn't get to see any of the bloggy hints and tips. Instead I missed the 5.00pm train into London in order to catch the 5.30 and thereby make my journey much more exciting.<br />
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I got into London Waterloo precisely 3 minutes before I was meant to be in EC1Y 4QH so sprinted across the concourse, swore at the lack of underground maps, found an underground map, picked a route and then leapt onto the slowest underground train in London which wound it's unhurried way to The Barbican, exactly 29 minutes after I was meant to be supping cocktails with the blogging glitterati.<br />
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Fortunately, I had my iPhone 3G with me with it's friendly red pin in the map feature. It led me out of the station and 200 yards down a wrong turning and a red faced sprint back to the correct turning and an interminable tunnel.<br />
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I finally found the <i>red pin</i>.<br />
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Unfortunately the <i>red pin</i> was nowhere near The Brewery. Instead, it had sunk itself into the middle of one of those non-descript council estates you find on the edge of swanky London districts. I wandered disconsolately through the estate craning my ears to catch the sounds of the clinking of glasses and the buzz of witty repartee but soon realised the error of my ways and sought solace in the presence of a friendly London cabbie.<br />
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I was evidently in the wrong bit of EC1Y 4QH and was perspiring gently by the time I crashed through the revolving doors of The Brewery, 50 minutes late, blinking into a world of bright lights, bright dresses and even brighter tans.<br />
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I expected everybody to turn, tutting towards me, tapping their tablets to tick me off. But Britmums Live was in full flow. The free booze was disappearing as quickly as booze at a blogging event and the volume had been raised to 11. A stray Daddy Blogger adrift in a sea of Mums was unremarkable and it was with a degree of relief that I sank into my chair to await my fate. <br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS - No, I didnt win - hence the rather clever title! The Family Blogger 2013 is Mum In The South - you can read her brilliant story of a recent birthday party <a href="http://muminthesouth.co.uk/2013/06/how-not-to-throw-a-birthday-party" target="_blank">here</a>. But I did meet some interesting people and would urge you to visit their blogs - try <a href="http://mutteringsofafool.com/" target="_blank">Mutterings of a Fool</a> and <a href="http://newbabber.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Babberblog </a>for blogs by Dads with toddlers, <a href="http://bestdadicanbe.com/" target="_blank">Best Dad I Can Be</a> for some of the funniest writing out there and <a href="http://lifeasawidower.com/" target="_blank">Life as a Widower</a> - the winner of the Fresh Voice category for his incredibly moving recounting of life in the eight months since he lost his wife, the mother to his 2 year old son.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-81077794835093029962013-06-19T23:34:00.002+01:002013-06-19T23:34:11.319+01:00We Did It!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This blog has been rather quiet the last few days. In fact ever since
I ran through the third of 3 gifts to get your old Dad last Thursday
<i>Dad Etc</i> has been marked by it's silence.<br />
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I hope you haven't worried.<br />
I hope you haven't called the police to report a missing blogger.<br />
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truth is that I have just been plain shattered since this weekend. A
quick analysis of the times when I post will reveal that most posts (like this one) are
published well after bedtime and the sad truth is that since this
weekend my stamina levels have dropped below zero. Blogging has just not
been an option.<br />
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<i>Why am I shattered?</i></h3>
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Well,
I blame the mountains of the Lake District - 24 of which I climbed
along with <i>My lovely wife</i> and 21 other lovely people over 24 hours this
weekend.<br />
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The climb was to raise money for <a href="http://www.caringmattersnow.co.uk/" target="_blank">Caring Matters Now</a> - a fantastic little charity which supports children like my youngest daughter who have a rare skin condition called Congenital Melanocytic Naevi. If you're new to <i>Dad Etc</i> or short on memory cells you can find out
more about CMN <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/training-in-spring-snow.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Taking part in this challenge has been such an amazing experience that it has been difficult to know what to type. How do you sum up the weekend in less than 500 words?<br />
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Do you share the 4am starts?<br />
The scrambling across scree?<br />
The companionship of newly made friends brought together by a common purpose?<br />
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Or do you talk about the aches and pains you acquired over the weekend?<br />
The friends who battled through sprained knees/ pulled muscles and latent fevers just to be able to fulfill a promise? <br />
Mention the fact that it still hurts to go up and down stairs and that some of the peaks were much much steeper than you expected?<br />
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Or do you emphasise the triumph of reaching that 24th peak?<br />
Celebrate the fact that the team has almost doubled the target it set?<br />
And urge your readers to keep <a href="http://www.justgiving.com/JeremyandSusannaHoar" target="_blank">donating </a>as every penny counts?<br />
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Really what I would like to say is THANKYOU.<br />
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Thankyou to the friends and family who supported us by donating to the cause and looking after the three monsters whilst we walked up things. Thankyou to our close friends who joined us on the trek and thankyou to <i>my lovely wife</i> for persuading me that it would be a good idea after all.<br />
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And above all thank you to E, the smiley girl with CMN, who inspired us.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS - I will be sitting nervously in the crowd at the <a href="http://www.britmums.com/2013/05/announcing-the-bibs-finalists/" target="_blank"><i>Brilliance in Blogging Awards</i></a> ceremony on Friday evening waiting to find out whether I have won the Family Blogger award. Thankyou again to all those of you who voted for me - it worked! Fingers crossed - I'll let you know how it goes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-62021275848459129922013-06-13T23:59:00.000+01:002013-06-14T01:37:15.156+01:00Last Minute Gifts For Father's Day #3<h2>
<i><b>Say it with a donation</b></i></h2>
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Sometimes it is nice to give a gift which will help an organisation to help others.</div>
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The charity I would like to plug today is called "Care for the Family." I have not been asked to plug them, nor am I being paid a penny to post this. I just think they are an amazing charity that do incredible, life changing work.</div>
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Their slogan says that they exist "because family life matters" and a quick survey of their <a href="http://www.careforthefamily.org.uk/" target="_blank">website </a>indicates that they live by their slogan.</div>
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They currently have initiatives to support <a href="http://www.careforthefamily.org.uk/Family+life/parent-support/everyday_parenting/support_for_dads" target="_blank">Dads</a>, Mums, Single Parents, Grandparents, Foster Parents, Adopted Children and couple contemplating marriage.</div>
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I love the way they get into every area of family life and seek to provide really practical help to people in need.</div>
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If you would like to find out more about Care for the Family and perhaps make a donation to honour Father's Day please click <a href="http://www.careforthefamily.org.uk/Get+involved/give/Donate" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Speak soon</div>
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JH</div>
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PS Only 2 days until our 24 peaks in 24 hours challenge - I may not be able to post this weekend as I will mostly be climbing mountains - if that is the case I am sorry but I am sure you understand. The link to my Just Giving page is in the right hand corner of this blog. Thank you.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-44372338124767262862013-06-12T23:59:00.002+01:002013-06-14T01:35:22.754+01:00Last Minute Gifts For Fathers Day #2<h2>
<i>Say It With Words</i></h2>
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This is the kind of craft-y idea that your Dad will love. <i>The Dubmeister</i> and <i>My Lovely Wife</i> made me one for my birthday. It was the highlight of my day<br />
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<i>To make a Word Portait you will need:</i><br />
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<li>1 computer</li>
<li>1 sheet of printer paper</li>
<li>A colour printer</li>
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Shut your Dad out of the room and brainstorm everything that makes him the Dad he is.<br />
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You might want to think about his likes and dislikes, his hobbies, favourite foods, bands or places. The list is endless - it is entirely up to you.<br />
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Type the list up in an artistic manner, pop it in the frame and Bob's your uncle - one very happy Dad.<br />
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JH<br />
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Coming tomorrow - <i>Say it with a donation</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-22839400864024722832013-06-11T23:00:00.000+01:002013-06-11T23:00:38.232+01:00Last Minute Gifts For Fathers Day #1<h2>
<b><i>Say it with Sauce</i></b></h2>
Still stuck for that perfect gift for the Fathers in your life? Still
struggling for inspiration for that special man's special day? Just
remembered that it's Fathers Day this Sunday and you haven't got a clue
what to get Dad? Well look no further - this is the Dad Etc three part
guide to the
perfect last minute gift for Daddy's Day.<br />
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Everybody knows that Dads love bacon sandwiches. And everybody knows that bacon sandwiches are distinctly boring without a splash of Houses of Parliament sauce (HP Sauce to you and I). The clever people at Heinz
have realised that there is a glaring gap in the market - the personalised
HP bottle gap.<br />
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If you want to get your hands on one of these collector items you need to go quickly. Visit HP's Facebook page by clicking <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HPSauceUK/app_537732722936113" target="_blank">here </a>and enter to win a bottle of the brown stuff emblazoned with their name and a special message.<br />
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It's completely free and it will make his day.<br />
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So go on spoil
your Dad - get him one!<br />
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Good luck!<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH <br />
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<b><i>Tomorrow - Say it with words - The DIY Word Portrait </i></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-57049521677537189052013-06-09T21:43:00.000+01:002013-06-09T22:48:01.216+01:00One Week To Go!<h2>
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In exactly one week's time <i>My Lovely Wife</i> and I will be climbing 24 peaks in the Lake District in exactly 24 hours in order to raise money for <a href="http://www.caringmattersnow.co.uk/" target="_blank"><i>Caring Matters Now</i></a>. We signed up for this challenge over a year ago and have been training for it since last September.</div>
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And it's nearly here!</div>
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There are two possible reactions to this. You can either shrug your shoulders and just get on with it.</div>
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I am tempted to opt for the latter. However, my Mum has chosen this weekend as the weekend when she MUST take a week away in Wales - so the sick note is out of the question.</div>
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I guess we need to just get on with it.</div>
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So, on Friday afternoon we will be piling into the car and heading north to Hawkshead in the Lake District where we will meet the rest of the team, be briefed and try to sleep before embarking on the challenge.</div>
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Over the following weekend we will ascend a total of 13,986 feet and walk for two 12 hour stretches. We have both put in a lot of training. However, to be frank, we have no idea what we are letting ourselves in for!</div>
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The money we raise will be going to support the work of this fantastic little charity that is so close to our hearts. You can find out more about their work <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/the-weekend-picture-no-23_14.html" target="_blank">here</a>. The team we are going with have already raised enough to pay for a Research Assistant to look into possible treatments for the condition and it is great to know that every penny raised will be of value. Thankyou to all those of you who have already sponsored us. If you have not yet done so - and would like to - then you can click <a href="http://www.justgiving.com/JeremyandSusannaHoar" target="_blank">here </a>to visit our Just Giving page.</div>
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Thankyou.</div>
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Speak soon</div>
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JH</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-26015720439390757432013-06-07T20:00:00.000+01:002013-06-08T08:59:04.406+01:00You Can Tell They're Growing Up When ... You Can't Do Their Homework<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As a diligent parent I have always been more than happy to help my kids with their homework. Listening to my loved ones' reading has always been a joy, reading back their latest piece of fiction is never a chore and sitting alongside them as they puzzle through a page of sums is one of life's pleasures.<br />
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Until now!<br />
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The Dubmeister has now hit 13 3/4 and the Dubmeister is very good at Maths.<br />
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He is so good at Maths that he is in the top set for the subject and regularly outperforms his top set classmates in tests. The Maths that he does is far beyond number lines and times tables.<br />
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He is into Quadratic Equations, <i>Sohcahtoa </i>and Pi.<br />
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He has reached that stage when Mathematics becomes a language that only the very fortunate understand.<br />
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I did not realise this fact yesterday when I offered to test him for an upcoming test. I confidently expected to be able to ask him some tricky and yet fairly straightforward sums, perhaps a little bit of simple algebra, before sitting him down to a lesson on how to discover the answer to that perennial question: <i>"What does x equal?"</i><br />
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It didn't work out as expected.<br />
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Working out the angles of polygons and parallel lines was simple enough. But then came <i>Factorising</i>, <i>Multiplying Out Brackets</i> and (horrifically) <i>Using N to work out Quadratic Sequences</i>.<br />
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Trying desperately to maintain my dignity I decided to ask him to teach me just how to use N to work out a Quadratic Sequence - nodding sagely every time he paused for breath. However, within 30 seconds I realised that I had lost focus and had no idea where N fitted into a Quadratic Sequence. Or even, what on earth a Quadratic Sequence is.<br />
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My horror enfolded further when I realised that he had stopped talking and was asking me just how I would use N to work out a Quadratic Sequence.<br />
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Being a proud man I tried to bluster out an incoherent answer that could possibly sound like I had been listening and understanding everything my son and heir had been patiently explaining.<br />
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But he wasn't fooled.<br />
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"So Dad," he said, sighing patiently at his dopey father, "if we take that all into account, what does 3 take away 2 equal?"<br />
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"3?"<br />
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It is when you find your son explaining his homework to you a second time only this time more slowly and with pauses for questions to ensure that you are still listening - that you realise that life has changed for ever.<br />
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No longer <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/you-can-tell-theyre-growing-up-when-dad.html" target="_blank">can I claim the wisdom of the elders over him in all things</a>. I may well have 29 years on him, however, when it comes to Quadratic Sequences I cannot hold a candle to his youthful understanding. It has passed into the misty, forgotten corners of my teenage school experience - like many things mathematical.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS There are more musings on <i>"You can tell they're growing up when ..."</i> <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/you%20can%20tell%20they%27re%20growing%20up%20when" target="_blank">here</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-54452923939918808912013-06-06T00:00:00.000+01:002013-06-06T00:16:21.723+01:00A Review Of Lego City Undercover For The Wii U<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We love the Wii in our house.<br />
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We love the Nintendo party compilation and pitting our Miis against each other in Nintendo tennis and we like to tell ourselves that we have completed a real work out after running a virtual 100m in London 2012 - Wii style. The Wii is a genuinely family centred console.<br />
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So you can imagine our excitement when we were offered the new Wii U and one of it's most exciting new offerings - LEGO CITY UNDERCOVER - to trial.<br />
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The box was excitingly large and the packaging suitably difficult to break into to indicate that the Wii U was a very good thing indeed.<br />
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The Wii U pimps itself as the family's all in one entertainment centre.<br />
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And in a way it is.<br />
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Aside from the obvious gaming potential you also have the ability to connect to the internet, pick up Love Film and/or Netflix with a free 30 day trial, make video calls and laugh at your Dad trying to immortalise himself in the pixelated art of the Nintendo Wii-U (why do I always look like a ginger Joe 90?)<br />
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And there are many things to love about the Wii-U and <i>Lego City Undercover</i>.<br />
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We love the fact that you have 2 viewing screens - the TV and the screen within the controller which acts as a sort of command centre for the <i>Undercover </i>game.<br />
We love the fact that the controller is easy to use.<br />
We really love the fact that our old Wii games can still be played on the Wii U. It is genuinely refreshing and very rare to see that Nintendo did not decide to throw the baby out with the bath water and make us go out and buy new games for our machine.<br />
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In <a href="http://www.nintendo.co.uk/Games/Wii-U/LEGO-CITY-Undercover-653779.html" target="_blank">Lego City Undercover</a> you play the part of "legendary police office Chase McCain" on the trail of hardened criminal Rex Fury. Using an array of disguises, Chase McCain's free-running skills and over 100 vehicles you have to capture him and bring him to justice.<br />
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This offering has all the features you would expect of a Lego game. The controls are intuitive, the game play relatively easy to understand and the Lego men and women walk and run in the stiff legged way you would expect them to. They also break into pieces when hit by cars - which is always amusing.<br />
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The one drawback is the game was only designed as a one player game. The Dubmeister loved the PC version of Lego Star Wars. One of the reasons for that was the dual player potential of the game. It was great fun to go on missions en famille, armed only with a light saber and a mouse. Lego City Underground does not have that facility which is a surprising oversight. <br />
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But that criticism aside this is an imaginative game which will keep your kids (and yourself) amused - especially if you have any lego nuts in your house.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-53486446740033121032013-06-02T21:50:00.001+01:002013-06-02T21:50:41.073+01:00Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!<h2>
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It was hot yesterday so we did what all right thinking English men and women should have done.<div>
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We piled down the A3 to Southsea where we joined the throngs and had a great day for the following reasons:</div>
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1. The seaside is much nicer than the town when it is hot.</div>
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2. Southsea has Clarence Pier which sells food that is cooked in layers of fat and grease and tastes all the better for it.</div>
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3. Clarence Pier has an 80's throwback fun fair with rides that make you scream and/ or puke (if you have indulged in a number 2 (see above)) and a sound system which features up and coming artists like <i>Duran Duran, Belinda Carlisle </i>and <i>Sinitta.</i></div>
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4. If you get bored of number 3 you can always hang out next to the hovercraft terminal and try to avoid getting sprayed as it powers into it's landing station.</div>
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5. The <a href="http://www.ddaymuseum.co.uk/" target="_blank">D-Day museum</a> is fascinating, moving and eye-opening.</div>
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6. It didn't rain once!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-71758348044815106332013-05-27T22:58:00.000+01:002013-05-27T22:58:01.124+01:00My Kids Have Turned Me Into A Criminal<h2>
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It all started back on 31st March. Since then my criminal activity has threatened to take over my life. It has led to me lying, covering my tracks and jumping at the sound of approaching footsteps.<br />
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I am not proud of myself.<br />
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But, equally, I do not feel that I am totally to blame for this life of crime into which I have found myself thrust. Like so many who have gone before me I feel that the root cause of my criminal behaviour is not found within my nature but within the nurture that my family have provided.<br />
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In this case I blame my kids.<br />
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In March my 3 growing children were given a mountain of chocolate to celebrate Jesus's resurrection. I even wrote a <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/happy-easter.html" target="_blank">post </a>about the quantity of sweet stuffs with which they had been blessed.<br />
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Now, when I was a growing kid a ton of chocolate would have been an excuse for me to gorge myself until I was hyperactive and then sick on Mum's favourite rug. I was a normal child with a consideration for others.<br />
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My children are not like that.<br />
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The picture above is the chocolate that remains in our house TODAY - 8 weeks later!!<br />
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They still have chocolate - 8 weeks on. How does that happen?<br />
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So, for the past 8 weeks I have been bothered by the gnawing hunger that comes when you are within feet of unclaimed chocolate which my children have (no doubt) deliberately left within reach of their weak willed father.<br />
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And, for the past 8 weeks I have been nibbling at the edges of their eggs, their bunnies and their assorted Easter orientated treats and, like the hardened criminal I am, covering my tracks (or tooth marks).<br />
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And yet, still we have chocolate left in the house.<br />
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Do these kids have no consideration? Do they not realise what they are doing to their own father?<br />
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Speak soon (unless they catch me first)<br />
JH<br />
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PS You may have noticed that I have a new badge on my blog this week. I am in the final of the BiBs Family Blogger of the Year Award - Wahoo!! Thankyou so much to everybody who voted for me. The decision will be made on the 21st June - so watch this space, cross your fingers and send large wads of cash to the judges (the last comment was clearly a joke) You can find out more about the award and the quality competition I am up against by clicking <a href="http://www.britmums.com/2013/05/announcing-the-bibs-finalists/" target="_blank">here</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-23333502412975480752013-05-19T23:48:00.000+01:002013-05-19T23:48:08.179+01:00When You're There, Be There<em>The Weekend Picture No. 47</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaerm_CGq_WSK6K8srQv4KLMdAy1dtOhM-a-jXmg2Bkt_xlTnu_2cS0YNaaNePnaYvEUtrFV-eJfZlKeGa8AXf4OWu3tUC3IuriP6BzxKx8C2YH08d3XybzPGG-WAl9GL4iZM-yBj7BA4/s1600/eviliphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
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I love my iphone and I love my kids.</div>
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I love spending time with my kids and I am rarely, if ever parted from my iphone.</div>
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In fact, if I am parted from my iphone then I tend to come out all in a fluster.</div>
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I am often, on the other hand, parted from my kids. And I am rarely to be found all of a fluster when I am parted from them.</div>
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As a result, I was challenged this morning by the minister at my church when he relayed some advice he had been given this week.</div>
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<em>"When you are with your kids, are you really with them? Or is your attention distracted by the device in your pocket/ on your coffee table."</em></div>
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That challenged me because I often find myself distracted by emails pinging in, breaking news stories on my <em>Sky News App</em> or by tweets and other equally vital missives from the outside world that have found me because my iphone has made me permanently available. Or rather, because I have allowed my iphone to make me permanently available.</div>
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So, I have made a <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/inspired-by-olympics-be-best.html" target="_blank">pledge</a>. When I am with my kids and <em>my lovely wife</em> my iphone will have to play second fiddle. It may find itself being shut in a drawer or even being switched off.</div>
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The sun made a brief appearance approximately 1 week ago, the hayfever sprites have started to play havoc with your nostrils and wasps have returned to ruin your picnics.<br />
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All these phenomena can only indicate one thing:<br />
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<a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/levels-are-not-as-easy-as-they-say.html" target="_blank">Exams </a>are here.<br />
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And with exams comes revision.<br />
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Some parents are born lucky. Their children take to revision like ducks take to water. Those parents can skip this post, pat themselves on the back and pour themselves a long, cold G+T to celebrate instead. But for the rest of us - this is the <i>Dad Etc</i> guide to helping your teen revise for their summer exams.<br />
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<i><b>1. Find them a place to study</b></i></h3>
Routine is really important to establish early for the studying teen - and routine includes studying in the same place as much as possible where their books and stationary are easy to hand. If they're lucky it will be a desk in the bedroom - if not a quiet space at a table downstairs. Commit that space to them for the duration of the revision period. <br />
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<i><b>2. Help them to plan their study</b></i></h3>
It's really important that teens have a study plan that they stick to. Help them create a revision timetable by identifying the subjects that need the most work - this <a href="http://getrevising.co.uk/timetable/intro" target="_blank">website </a>might help - and then hold them accountable. Display the timetable on the kitchen fridge and speak to them about how it went each night.<br />
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<i>3. Make sure they make time to play</i></h3>
Revision for exams can become all encompassing - however - Jack was not a dull boy because he found time to play alongside his 9-5 drudgery. Make sure your teen is taking time off - for some that will be easier than others!<br />
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<i><b>4. Build in praise and reward</b></i></h3>
The weeks of revision can stretch before your teen like the Sahara before a parched explorer without an oasis in sight. Look for opportunities to praise and reward your teen. Buy in their favourite treats, rent their favourite movie, cook them their favourite meal. A little goes a long way in incentivising the revising teen.<br />
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<i><b>5. Partner with them</b></i></h3>
Revising is a solitary and sometimes frustrating task. It is so much easier when you know that there is someone else going through it with you. Promise to partner with your teen in their revision. Offer to test them, learn with them and learn from them (one of the most effective techniques to reinforce learning is to teach another - offer to be their pupil). Talk to them about their progress every day and walk their revision walk with them.<br />
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Good luck to you both!<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-86498075394416657622013-05-12T23:59:00.001+01:002013-05-12T23:59:20.254+01:00The Joy and Pain of Saving<h2>
<i><b>The Weekend Picture No. 46</b></i></h2>
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The <i>Signs of Spring</i> have different attitudes to money. M is a saver. She likes to scrimp and save, watch the pennies and hoard great piles of copper coins in the hope that they will turn into a treasure of great worth given the passage of time.<br />
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E on the other hand is a spender. Money burns holes in the size of her pockets the size of Moshi Monster collecting cards. She is a sucker for keeping up with the Joneses and would far rather spend her cash than save.<br />
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Until this weekend it has appeared that E's spend today, worry tomorrow attitude has reaped dividends as she can boast the latest Blott rubber and other brand specific moulded plastic items whilst M has slipped behind the times as she squirrelled away pocket money and birthday/ xmas earnings in her <i>Enormous Crocodile</i> money box and avoided toy shops and other emporia of temptation.<br />
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That is until this weekend when The Kindle arrived!<br />
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M has been saving up for a Kindle for as long as she has been on this planet. She loves reading and spotted a friend with one 200 years ago and has ever since set her heart on owning this most unlikely of 10 year old "must-have gadgets" She reached her £69 target on Wednesday (when she found a £10 note from Christmas in a forgotten corner of her bedroom). We immediately paid for it.It arrived on Saturday! M can't take her nose out of it.<br />
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Is E proud of her sister's saving habits?<br />
Has E been inspired to take a leaf out of M's book and start saving for a rainy day?<br />
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Has she heck!<br />
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E can't bear it.<br />
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E wants a Kindle and E wants one now. She does not want to save "because it will take ages".<br />
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Her brand specific plastic moulded items have been forgotten and replaced in her affections by The Kindle!<br />
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It's tough growing up.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-3117643761075183752013-05-05T23:49:00.000+01:002013-05-05T23:49:17.855+01:00Terrific Tomatoes!<h2>
<i>The Weekend Picture No. 45</i></h2>
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We have been enjoying the unseasonable bank holiday sunshine this weekend. As soon bank holiday comes round we join the hordes at our local DIY superstore, don gardening gloves and paint specked clothes and do something useful in the garden<br />
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This weekend we have been mostly cutting grass, weeding flower beds and killing ants.<br />
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E and I have also been lovingly tending the tomato plants we have been growing as part of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/HeinzKetchupUK/app_555620691137053" target="_blank">Heinz Tomato Ketchup's Grow Your Own campaign</a>. They sent us seeds, a watering can and a natty pair of branded gloves - all modelled by the green fingered E - and have set us the challenge of growing our own tomatoes.<br />
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Well, not being one to shirk the challenge of communing with nature and producing a bountiful harvest, I have enlisted the kids to help me grow tomatoes and will keep you updated as to our progress over the coming months - Heinz have promised us a reward if we do so - so it's everything to play for!<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">PS I am delighted to announce that </span><i style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Dad Etc</i><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> has been shortlisted for the Brilliance in Blogging</span><a href="http://www.britmums.com/awards/categories-2013/" style="background-color: #333333; color: #0075ff; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Family Blogger Award</a><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> run by </span><a href="http://www.britmums.com/" style="background-color: #333333; color: #0075ff; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Britmums</a><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> - Thank you everybody who has voted for me already. I am up against some very tough competition (15 mummy bloggers and me - it takes a brave man!) so would be eternally in your debt if you felt that this blog was worth a vote. You can vote by clicking on the button on the top right of the page or by clicking </span><a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/B82J3SN" style="background-color: #333333; color: #0075ff; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">here</a><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">. There is only a week left to cast your vote so please don't delay but vote today - it takes a matter of seconds and would make my life complete. Thank you so much - and fingers crossed.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-71365566116006932702013-05-02T20:00:00.000+01:002013-05-01T22:21:00.938+01:00Screaming Child on Public Transport Dilemma<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Picture the scene.<br />
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A packed commuter train out of London. Not a seat left to be had. Rain teeming down outside. Passengers immersed in newspapers or electronic devices.<br />
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You join the train with your 4 year old.<br />
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You have just had a great day doing London's sights - Natural History Museum, 10 minutes on a double decker bus and then an additive packed tea at Burger King, Waterloo. It has been a memorable day.<br />
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But days like that come with small print. You are exhausted. You would like nothing better now than to sit on one of those occupied seats and fall asleep reading Metro's "Guilty Pleasures". But, a) there is nowhere to sit, b) 4 year old is wide awake and c) Since another kid pressed the "please let me off the bus" button on the double decker he has been in one of those moods. Nothing has been good enough.<br />
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The train is not blue. The Burger King meal toy was the wrong variety and he has just remembered that you said no to buying him the roaring dinosaur at the Natural History museum shop.<br />
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So, he kicks off. He complains about the colour of the train, he asks for another sweet and then when it becomes clear that you are not going to do anything to meet either of these perfectly reasonable demands he launches into a high pitched, peak volume tirade about how unfair everything is.<br />
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<i>How do you respond?</i></h3>
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I ask the question because this is the situation which faced my Dad on the way home from London recently. He was stood next to the father who was the object of said tirade on a packed train out of Waterloo station.<br />
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The father's response was not to snap back at his son with the righteous fury of a weary parent, nor was it to admonish the boy in any way whatsoever. Rather, the dad's response to his son's tirade was to ignore him. <br />
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The son eventually got the message and calmed down - but my dad had to endure the screaming which ensued whilst the message got through. <br />
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But, is that the right thing to do in a packed commuter train? By ignoring the child, was this well intentioned father actually subjecting the rest of the train to an ear bashing which a) they did not deserve and b) ruined their journey home?<br />
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Should we modify our disciplinary strategies to the situations in which we find ourselves? Or is consistency the key? <br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS I am delighted to announce that <i>Dad Etc</i> has been shortlisted for the Brilliance in Blogging <a href="http://www.britmums.com/awards/categories-2013/" target="_blank">Family Blogger Award</a> run by <a href="http://www.britmums.com/" target="_blank">Britmums</a>
- hence the rather flashy looking button at the top of the Blog. I am
up against some very tough competition (15 mummy bloggers and me - it
takes a brave man!) so would be eternally in your debt if you felt that
this blog was worth a vote. You can vote by clicking on the button above
or by clicking <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/B82J3SN" target="_blank">here</a>. Thank you so much - and fingers crossed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-58576032986528278142013-04-28T21:23:00.003+01:002013-04-28T21:23:57.289+01:00Please Vote For My Dad<h2>
<i><b>The Weekend Picture No. 44
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I got a very nice surprise on Monday.<br />
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On Monday I discovered that I had been shortlisted for an award.<br />
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I have never been shortlisted for an award before so did not know what it would feel like.<br />
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Now that I have been shortlisted I can tell you that it feels great!<br />
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The award I have been shortlisted for is the <a href="http://www.britmums.com/2013/04/bibs-shortlists-are-here/" target="_blank">"Brilliance in Blogging" Family Blogger Award</a>. I am one of 16 blogs vying for your vote to be named family blog of the year!<br />
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To be shortlisted I needed to be nominated first - so if you nominated me - THANK YOU.<br />
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I now have one more favour to ask - before you click off this page - would you mind casting your vote please? All you need to do is click on this <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/B82J3SN" target="_blank">link</a>, scroll about half way down the page and tick <i><b>Dad Etc</b></i> in the list of Family blogs.<br />
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That's it, job done!<br />
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If this is the first time you have visited <i>Dad Etc</i> and you are not sure whether you want to vote for me then here are three of my favourite posts - have a read and then ... well, it's up to you.<br />
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This is the <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/the-day-my-daughter-made-me-think.html" target="_blank">post </a>when my 7 year old daughter, E, teaches me the importance of empathy for our fellow man.<br />
In this <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/competitive-kids.html" target="_blank">post </a>"The Signs of Spring" (my daughters) can't help competing with each other.<br />
And in this <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/do-you-speak-your-partners-love-language.html" target="_blank">post </a>I share a secret I was once taught to a happy marriage.<br />
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Thanks so much again.<br />
<br />
Speak soon<br />
JHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-23433998845878712382013-04-24T21:30:00.000+01:002013-04-24T21:10:52.804+01:00Is The Glory Worth The Pain?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dreaming of Olympic Glory (c) BBC</i></td></tr>
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I put M through torture this week.<br />
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I blame the <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/the-weekend-picture-no17.html" target="_blank">Olympics</a>!<br />
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One of the aims of London 2012 was to <i>Inspire a Generation</i>. The vision of Lycra clad superhumans winning gold for Team GB was meant to inspire the slovenly youth of the United Kingdom to get off their settees and try something new instead.<br />
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Well it certainly had that effect in our house. Particularly with the sporty spice of the family - 10 year old M.<br />
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Since the Olympic flame was extinguished she has joined a cycling club (<i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Trott" target="_blank">Laura Trott</a></i>), thrown herself into Netball, thrashed us all in innumerable running races and expressed a desire to join the school's Hockey club.<br />
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It is all fantastically inspiring.<br />
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But, Hockey is a game that features sticks and balls.<br />
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And sticks and balls do not get along with pearly white, perfectly formed teeth.<br />
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So, the responsible parent gets themself online or down to the local sports shop to purchase a piece of brightly coloured rubber called a gum shield.<br />
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Said parent then carefully reads the instructions before fitting said shield without a hitch, a tear or a moan.<br />
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And said sporty daughter is then ready to plough her sporting furrow to Olympic Gold.<br />
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Hah!<br />
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Well that's what it says on the box.<br />
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That's not what happens in the Dad Etc household when Dad is in charge.<br />
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This is what happens when <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/why-dad-knows-best.html" target="_blank">Dad is in charge</a>:<br />
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Dad reads the instructions carefully and heats the orange and blue plastic in boiling water until it reaches melting point at which point he rams it into his 10 year old daughter's mouth causing her to writhe and scream.<br />
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He then tells her not to worry because "this is what is supposed to happen" and squeezes her cheeks against the molten plastic with one hand whilst forcibly closing her mouth with the other and counting to 20 elephants as she squirms in agony.<br />
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Finally, she swills cold water around her mouth and tests the gum shield for fit.<br />
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Unfortunately said shield did not stay in place so Dad had to read the instructions again, dump the shield in freshly boiling water and do it all over again.<br />
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Sadly, as proved in my post, <i><a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/why-mum-knows-best.html" target="_blank">Why Mum Knows Best</a></i>, Dads sometimes just get it plain wrong.<br />
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I tried twice more with this miracle of modern engineering, each time failing to make the shield stay in place, each time chastising my daughter for not biting hard enough or squirming too much.<br />
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Finally, unable to bear it any more, my wife rode in to save the day. She immediately spotted that our little M had a new tooth coming through (how did she know that?) - so was unable to close her mouth properly, scooped her onto her knee and made everything all better.<br />
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Dad meanwhile cursed his lack of feminine intuition and retreated to the shed to try to fix something inanimate.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS I am very delighted to announce that <i>Dad Etc</i> has been shortlisted for the Brilliance in Blogging <a href="http://www.britmums.com/awards/categories-2013/" target="_blank">Family Blogger Award</a> run by <a href="http://www.britmums.com/" target="_blank">Britmums</a> - hence the rather flashy looking button at the top of the Blog. I am up against some very tough competition (15 mummy bloggers and me - it takes a brave man!) so would be eternally in your debt if you felt that this blog was worth a vote. You can vote by clicking on the button above or by clicking <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/B82J3SN" target="_blank">here</a>. Thank you so much - and fingers crossed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-71449115416059289892013-04-21T20:00:00.000+01:002013-04-21T20:00:03.258+01:00That Is a Mad Eye Deer<h3>
<i><b>The Weekend Picture No. 43</b></i></h3>
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We were at <a href="http://www.longleat.co.uk/" target="_blank">Longleat Safari Park</a> two weeks ago.</div>
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We saw lions, rhinoceroses and hippoes. Our car was sat on by monkeys and we had meerkats ducking between our feet. We laughed at the porcupines and the anteater.</div>
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But the highlight for the Dubmeister was Mad Eye Deer. Halfway round you get to pay to feed the deer. You pull onto the side of the road and, in a reverse of a <i>MacDonalds' Drive Thru</i> the Deer gather by your car window, mouths open, napkins around their necks and knives and forks at the ready.</div>
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The greediest of the deer was <i>Mad Eye</i> who worked her way through our bag of treats without pausing for breath.</div>
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She is called Mad Eye Deer because ... Well, you see if you can work it out.</div>
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Speak soon</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-77661237995488434172013-04-19T20:00:00.000+01:002013-04-20T23:08:28.398+01:00Being a Dad Has It's Perks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like many prestigious roles in life the role of Dad is not without it's perks. Here are my 5 mostly shallow perks of fatherhood.<br />
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<b><i>1. Dads get to go to kids' films</i></b></h3>
Fed up with movies with plots out of a Dostoevsky novel. Squeamish about blood and gore? Rather laugh at a cute monster than lust over Keira Knightley? Get to be a Dad - because Dads get to watch kids movies and kids movies are clinically proven to be better than films with subtitles and/or a dark subplot.<br />
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<b><i>2. Dads get to eat party food</i></b></h3>
There is no greater taste on earth than the flavours created by factory boffins to adorn kids party food. The brightly coloured delights that are Party Ring biscuits, Iced Gems and fruit jelly just beg to be eaten by the discerning gourmet and as a Dad at a birthday party you get to choose your own treats and eat as much as you want.<br />
Just offer to clear up after the party guests have gone and hoover the sweet treats before anybody else gets their hands on them.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KAbkr8-_S8irAGmWJhjab5DjYCZ7JAJmR1Yy3SjovPKLvnDIox8x9H7f1VV3i1J_Z05l1YLbtXfFGzfXaa8RNSUfB1qI4NaO5xcl28cp8CP-tzPWqe2iTi-Vod7ecvjobLwuEp2iOwg/s1600/IMG_0844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KAbkr8-_S8irAGmWJhjab5DjYCZ7JAJmR1Yy3SjovPKLvnDIox8x9H7f1VV3i1J_Z05l1YLbtXfFGzfXaa8RNSUfB1qI4NaO5xcl28cp8CP-tzPWqe2iTi-Vod7ecvjobLwuEp2iOwg/s200/IMG_0844.JPG" width="200" /></a><b><i>3. Dads get to watch their kids perform</i></b></h3>
Dads are men of rock. Their bottom lips are rare to wobble and their tear ducts are criminally underused. However, put a Dad on a touchline or in the audience when their kids are the stars and you see a different beast altogether.<br />
Watch them swell with pride and choke back emotion as their progeny relives the dreams of their dim and distant past.<br />
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<b><i>4. Dads get to read bedtime stories</i></b></h3>
If I ever get invited onto <i>Desert Island Discs</i> and am asked what luxury I would take to my desert island I know exactly what I would ask for:<br />
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<li>A small child (preferably one of my own)</li>
<li>A book - one of the <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bartholomew-Bear-Five-Toddler-Tales/dp/0763619418" target="_blank">Bartholomew Bear</a> stories, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=dr%20seuss&sprefix=dr+se%2Cstripbooks&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Adr%20seuss" target="_blank">Dr Seuss</a> or our current favourite - <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pippi-Longstocking-Gift-Astrid-Lindgren/dp/019278241X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1366329889&sr=1-1&keywords=pippi+longstocking" target="_blank">Pippi Longstocking.</a></li>
<li>For the time to be fixed permanently at 7.30pm </li>
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There are few things as bonding as reading to your child just before bedtime. We started when the Dubmeister was 2 weeks old and we haven't looked back. I am lucky enough to be home before my kids go to bed most nights - and the nights when I don't get to read to at least one of them feel much emptier than those when I do.<br />
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<b><i>5. Dads get to be heroes</i></b></h3>
Every man needs to be a hero and as a Dad you get to live the dream. The dads of pre-schoolers bask in the glow of toddler adulation as they <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/you-can-tell-theyre-growing-up-when.html" target="_blank">wield a hammer with expertise and panache </a>(in their children's eyes). For a precious period everything we do is wonderful. Every muscle we own is taut and every car we drive is faster than Lewis Hamilton's.<br />
Man was made to bask in a dose of glory and the Dads of the very small get soaked in it.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS More musings on being a Dad Alone <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/dad-alone.html" target="_blank">here</a>, on the changing relationship with our children <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/you-can-tell-theyre-growing-up-when-dad.html" target="_blank">here </a>and a list of reasons why Dad Knows Best <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/why-dad-knows-best.html" target="_blank">here</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-48742261772126848682013-04-14T21:50:00.000+01:002013-04-14T21:50:17.113+01:00In Praise Of The Children's Party Industry<h2>
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E had her 8th birthday party today. Since she could speak she has been desperate to have a birthday party at our fabulous local leisure centre. The response has always been: "Not until you're 8". Well, now E has turned 8 we had run out of excuses so Daddy got onto the phone with his flexible friend and booked a Secret Agent party for 14 excited little girls for today.<br />
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We have never had birthday parties so easy as we did today.<br />
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We wrote the invitations.<br />
We posted the invitations.<br />
We paid the money. And that was about it. Because once we turned up this afternoon we mostly just stood and watched.<br />
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And then we came home.<br />
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The kids had a great time. Our house didn't get trashed and somebody else cut the crusts off the sandwiches.<br />
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It started getting a little hairy at 4.40 when the party had 10 minutes left to run and the food had all gone - but a quick game of <i>Chinese Whispers</i> averted any meltdowns and eased us home to parental pick up time.<br />
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We have always <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/weekend-picture-no2.html" target="_blank">loved hosting children's parties</a> but there is a lot to be said for chucking cash at it instead.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14047777081788228431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831433262757717308.post-51311271024840187332013-04-10T23:09:00.001+01:002013-04-10T23:09:13.644+01:00How To Survive Your First Year In Blogging<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Dad Etc turns one today! Wow. In some ways I am amazed that it is still going. Blogging has been a lot more difficult than I expected it to be. There have been times when I have completely lost my blogging mojo or when other events have conspired to stop me from poring over a keyboard to produce a potentially interesting post.<br />
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However, I am still at it.<br />
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12 months have passed and I am still blogging. Why?<br />
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Well, I guess that must mean I enjoy what I am doing. I love the opportunity it gives for creativity, for interaction and for a completely free hand. It is still a thrill to read a comment by somebody on something I have written or to be featured on Mumsnet - so thank you! It is fantastic to think that there are some out there who are patient enough to follow <i>Dad Etc</i> - thank you again.<br />
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I thought I would mark my first blogiversary by offering 5 pieces of advice for anybody considering embarking upon a blog - I am no expert but like any good teacher I like to pretend I know what I am talking about.<br />
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<i>1. Pace yourself</i></h3>
When I started blogging in April 2012. I was full of ideas and snappy one liners. I could have spent hour after hour blogging. I posted 8 times in three weeks - whilst I was on holiday - only to completely run out of steam as the holiday finished and work kicked in. I only posted once in the whole of May. I wish I had known about the Schedule button back then - it has become one of my best friends.<br />
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<i>2. Tap into Blogging Expertise</i></h3>
There is so much expertise out there - and an awful lot of friendly, helpful people. Get yourself onto <a href="http://www.mumsnet.com/bloggers-network" target="_blank">Mumsnet</a>, <a href="http://www.tots100.co.uk/" target="_blank">Tots 100</a>, <a href="http://loveallblogs.com/" target="_blank">Love All Blogs</a> and <a href="http://www.britmums.com/" target="_blank">Britmums</a> (other parent friendly blogging networks are available - but these seem to be the most helpful in my experience). Sign yourself up to Twitter and start following like minded bloggers and American uber bloggers like Bruce Sallan and Annabel Candy. Post on blogs you like and don't be shy about asking for advice.<br />
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<i>3. Build a habit</i></h3>
Routines are really important in blogging. Lots of bloggers post a "Silent Sunday" post, I post a Weekend Picture as often as possible. Having that routine of a definite post each week really helps because I know that most weeks I will be able to post a Weekend Picture and posting once seems to encourage me to post a second time<br />
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<i>4. Don't Obsess</i></h3>
It is very easy to obsess about your blog. I often find myself sneaking a peak at my pageview count, tweaking a potential blog banner or musing over what to post in my next twitter update. Blogging can become a time consumer. I have noticed the irony of writing a blog about family life only to find myself spending time on a solitary pursuit (writing) when I could be enjoying the subject of my blog instead - so be careful!<br />
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<i><b>5. Enjoy</b></i></h3>
I have come closest to giving up when blogging has become a chore - as just something else to squeeze into an already overly busy life. So, if there is one piece of advice I would give - it is to enjoy it! And if you don't enjoy it - stop! Find a routine that works for you - don't compare yourself to other bloggers - and enjoy what you do.<br />
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Have fun.<br />
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Speak Soon<br />
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In 2 months and 8 days time <i>The Lovely Wife</i> and I will be lacing up our walking boots for the 24 peaks in 24 hours charity challenge in the Lake District in order to raise money for <a href="http://www.caringmattersnow.co.uk/" target="_blank">Caring Matters Now</a>.</div>
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Caring Matters Now is a charity which works with children with a rare skin syndrome called Congenital Melanocytic Naevi or CMN.CMNs are large birthmarks which can cover up to 80% of a child's body. In addition to the obvious cosmetic impacts CMNs can also cause developmental delays and present a slightly raised risk of skin cancer.<br />
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Caring Matters Now works to support those with CMN, raise funds for research and raise awareness of the condition. It is a small charity that makes good use of every penny. <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/the-weekend-picture-no20.html" target="_blank">It has done a huge amount for E</a>, our youngest, and because of that we have decided to pack blister plasters and a stash of Kendall Mint Cake for an assault on some of the Lake District's most awesome peaks (Scafell Pike anyone?)<br />
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In preparation we are taking every opportunity that presents itself to <a href="http://dadetc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/the-weekend-picture-no-23_14.html" target="_blank">walk up things</a>. Next week we are walking the Thames tow path (distance for stamina) and then the Surrey Hills (more hills!). This past week we have been in the snowy wasteland that is the Peak District in the Spring. We spent Thursday walking 13 miles on the <a href="http://www.peakdistrictinformation.com/features/kinder.php" target="_blank">Kinder Scout Plateau</a> in the Peaks and sinking thigh deep in snow drifts whilst avoiding slipping off the ridge path to a grisly end. This weekend's picture was taken just <i>before </i>we joined the ridge path - hence the smile.<br />
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Friday was an easier walk of (only) 8 miles from Hathersage in Derbyshire to an amazing pub called "The Barrel at Bretton" It stands atop one of the peaks with it's own panoramic view of some of the best scenery the UK can offer. The picture below is a valley we crossed en route to the pub.<br />
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We have now hit our fundraising target - for which we are hugely grateful - THANKYOU! - however, we are still taking sponsorship and would love to break the £2,000 barrier. So, if you would like to sponsor us please visit our JustGiving page which you can get to by the button on the top left of the page or by clicking <a href="http://www.justgiving.com/JeremyandSusannaHoar" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Speak soon<br />
JH<br />
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PS Only 4 days left to nominate for the BIBs blogging awards. I have put myself forward for 2 categories - please click on the badges to nominate or you can click <a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/CPRV7H5" target="_blank">here</a>. Thankyou.<br />
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PPS - This blog is 1 year old on Wednesday (!!) Watch this space.</div>
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