Harry The Weaner

Harry is eating food!  Well, kind off.  Today for the first time in his life he had something other than milk to eat.  Nikki and I have read shit loads of stuff about stuff we should do, stuff we shouldnt do and how to wean him off properly.  Well, we just did it anyway – for the 50th time in Harry’s 5 months we were overwhelmed with the amount of conflicting advice!

After the success we have had with the Tommee Tippee Perfect Prep machine for doing Harry’s milk we were thrilled to get this bad boy off of my Mum.  It’s mental because it blends and steams at the same time.  You pop in the veg, press some buttons and boom you have puree 2o minutes later.


Success isn’t a strong enough word to describe the experience.  Successful and truly amazing.  Harry looked like a crack addict the second the pureed carrot touched his lips.  He couldn’t get enough of the stuff.

Here he is with his first supper…


So for the last week we have been away with Harry and my parents for his first holiday which has been amazing.

Rather than rabble on about our time down in West Bay, I think that the only way to do it justice is to tell it with pictures.


Our First family photo on the beach (he was the most pasty person on the sand that day!)

Harry judging some family petanque (in his new chair that has already helped him to sit up pretty much unaided)



Harry enjoying a classic working mans bath in the kitchen sink of our static.  Can you get more British than this…? (this might be my favourite picture yet of the little man)



One of our many walks on the promenade (he has already bonded with Foxy, an amazing comforter gift from our friends).



The only element that I will elaborate on was our amazing day out at Corfe Castle.  Not only because it was our first journey into middleagedness as we joined the National Trust, but also because we discovered one of the best, most fun things.  We naively arrived at the castle with Harry in his car seat/pram combo, only to be faced with a near vertical climb to the castle gates.  I guess when they built the castle back in the 11th century they didn’t really consider push chair access!

So anyway, the really helpful people at the gate offered us, for free, the use of one of their carriers (or a Papoose as my dad kept calling it).  It was a Littlelife Ranger.  We put Harry in not sure how he would react and, again, he bloody loved it.  I was in the unfortunate scenario that I couldn’t actually see him, being the mule but I could certainly hear the giggles.  My dad managed to capture the moment amazingly well on his phone.



The carrier was so comfy for both of us that we are currently prowling the internet for the best deal to get our own.  After all, now that we are members of the National Trust we have a lot of walking ( and cream teaing) to do!

Until next time…



Harry The Droid

Harry is 12 weeks old today.  12 weeks already.  3 months (technically on the 9th but hey!) old.

So as I say every time a lot has happened in the month or so since the last blog.  That being said some things are constant, for example, Harry is creating smells that have on 3 occasions this week made me gag almost to the point of no return!  I look back to the post where we were panicking about the 9 days that he had gone without going for a poo.  What the hell was I thinking!

We have had some progress on the sleeping front.  Harry is almost the size of his moses basket already so we have accelerated our plans of moving him into his big boy bed.  He has taken to it really well.  We started out by tricking him so that he would go to bed initially in his moses basket and then after his 4am Nikki would put him back into his cot.  I imagine it to be like my misspent youth when I would wake up in my own bed after a few drinkypoos but have no recollection of getting there!

Now this has been going really well and we have even started putting him in his cot for his daytime naps so he is definitely getting used to being in there.  The only problem now is that we both seem to huddle around this little thing like tramps on a ham sandwich, despite our recent new tv purchase.  We have also mastered the art of leaving a room in reverse, in absolute silence,  whilst shutting the door.


He is getting close to going all the way through the night now too and so we are down to feeding at 8pm, then putting him to bed and he is getting through to about 3am.  So 7 hours of sleep at a time so far at a time.  Fingers crossed!  As Nikki is likely to read this I should probably qualify that by saying that she gets up for the 3am feed. not me. I sleep through.

We had our first night out last week.  Date night!  We went to our new favourite restaurant in Swindon – Old Town Thai.  We started out with a trip to the cinema to watch Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.  What a film. I know it got slated by the critics and all but what the hell are they expecting? It’s a film about 2 blokes who have the single worst disguises and somehow manage to keep their identities a secret. Oh and 1 is dressed as a bat, and the other wears underpants on the outside.  Come on critics you knobheads it’s a super hero film!!  It was good, a little sign-posted, I presume for our friends over the pond, but I liked it.


What was better was Nikki confessing that she checked her phone in the toilet to see if Harry was OK.  Nanny and Grandad stayed at ours with him so I knew he was in the safest of hands!  I think she checked her phone every 17 minutes throughout the evening, but who’s counting.  The Thai food was unbelievable, it really is a great place for anyone looking to go for a nice meal.  We followed up by trying to relive our youths in some of the bars in Old Town.  This ultimately ended in shame as we climbed into our taxi and headed for home at 9.30.  Yup.  A time before most people had actually ventured out!

Harry is becoming so interactive now and it’s amazing to watch.  We can literally see him experiencing things for the first time.  We finally got round to getting some batteries for his new playmat that someone gave to us.  It’s from Mamas and Papas and is really cute.  It has foot kicky things that changes the music when he hits them.  Now admittedly more often than not it’s more by luck than judgement.  Either that or he is actually a footballing genius!  The only down side is that I find that I’m willing him to hit one of the targets just so the music will change.


You can see from the image at the top of this blog, Harry has finally grown into some of his Star Wars themed baby grows, so we tried a couple on to see if there was anything appropriate for the upcoming Swindon Comicon.  I think he looks cute as R2D2 so that will probably be his outfit.  Unless I find something amazing on the internet in the meantime.

That about does it for now so I will leave you with one last photo.  I havent checked with Nikki before posting these but I couldn’t resist putting Harry though a snap chat filter or two.  I mean come on, what is more “down with the kids” than that!  Anyway. This was the result, something of real beauty I’m sure you will agree.  Either that or it’s one of the weirdest things I have seen! Love him


Sorry Nikki!

So, the things I have learned this week:

  1. Nikki can suffer from separation anxiety after approximately 2 minutes, though this can be extended to 5 with the introduction of wine.
  2. Harry should never attend a children’s party dressed as a panda.
  3. Even at just 12lbs 13 Harry is a real chunk to hold for any length of time, hallelujah for our v-pillow!
  4. There are 92 Star Wars figures for me to collect and I’m fairly sure only 70 or so will fit into the case mounted on the wall.  dilemma.

Harry The Traveller

So, I have been sat here for the last 20 minutes trying to think of a way of starting a blog that doesn’t comment on how shockingly quick time is moving or Harry is growing up too fast. I can’t think of any other way to do it though as both of those are so true.

It has been another eventful few weeks as we hit Harry’s 2 month birthday. He is now very much starting to take notice of things and is most certainly a smiler!

We took Harry on his first real road trip to take him up to see Grandma and Grandad again up in Rutland.  Was nice to see the family and to hear about how much he has grown.  He also had his obligatory introduction to the infamous Foxton Locks – very much a Sharp family tradition it would seem, I believe this was Nikki’s 3rd time to see them.  But then what can be as exciting as experiencing an inclined plane boat lift and a staircase lock system.  It was nice to see Harry get spoiled with so much love as he did for that long weekend away!

We have now also ticked off another thing from the family bucket list. The first family holiday. Something which on paper is an easy thing to both pack for and prepare for, but in reality as I have discovered is a right old palava! Nikki is a real list maker and so was in her element when faced with the below (which I would say represents approximately 10% of the total stuff we took with us). As you can see Harry very much took it in his stride…


So once we had packed up the car and wedged Harry into his car seat we made our way to our home for the next 4 days – Cheddar Woods Resort and Spa. Now I haven’t done many reviews before but I have to say the place was lovely. We were away for our 1 year wedding anniversary so wanted somewhere that was special, relatively close to home, with enough room for Harry oh and a hot tub, yes, scrap all that, a hot tub! We stayed in one of their Mendip Premier lodges as it gave us the extra room that we wanted for Harry and was still massively cheaper than a Forest Holidays stay that we had originally looked at. The park was also lovely and included a little club house with the spa, a restaurant and nice little swimming pool.

Of course we tried out the Jacuzzi and it was, well, wonderful. All houses, holiday homes and caravans should have one. There is nothing quite like sitting in one, drinking Champaign and boiling until a shrivelled prune like consistency. The addition of a cold rainy night and some Amsterdam style mood lighting is just the icing on the cake. Harry’s savings fund is very much under threat from this newly discovered luxury.


I will say this the most delicate way possible – as I know that not only does my mum reads this, but also that hopefully one day Harry will – but I really don’t understand how people get pregnant so soon after having a baby.  Our midwife even gave us the talk in our exit checks before we left the hospital, it was like being at school again. Use protection she said!  Well.  Harry takes care of that these days… lets leave it at that and when he is 18 I will give him a real humdinger of a dead arm as payment for his bad timing!

As you can see from the first photo we had decided to take this opportunity to take Harry swimming for the first time and test out these magical swimming nappies that somehow contain everything without spilling the goods. We also decided to get his lordship his own seaworthy vessel from Amazon. Not too expensive really and one that will hopefully last for a few months at least. Once we decided to go swimming we learned another lesson in parenting which is the time it takes to both prepare for and recover from a 15 minute swim. I timed it at approximately 30 minutes each side. Such a faff! Harry took to it like, well like a baby in the most yellow inflatable raft ever produced. He wasn’t ever really sure if he enjoyed it to be honest. He gave a look of nonchalance from the second his toes hit the water to when we pulled him out again. To be fair I think the setting wasn’t ideal as there were a lot of older children playing with a volleyball so were being really loud so maybe not the ideal intro.


Both of these trips away have made us realise 1 key thing.  Our car is already too small, or we have too much crap.  Either way we have a new auto coming at the weekend.  We have upgraded our Citroen C4 for a Ford C-Max, a proper dad car and it comes with a tow bar – all very grown up!  But that is one for another day.

Holiday to one side Harry had his jabs today which is one of the saddest things I have ever had to go through so far.  He woke up this morning with such reckless abandon and then had to endure the biggest betrayal of his short little life.  Nikki played a blinder and asked me to hold him in the nurses room.  So it was me he looked up at when the sweet little nurse stuck what must have seemed to him like a spear into his thigh on the left.  He then went the angriest of red colours before I switched him over to have the other side jabbed twice.  I think it is the worst he has cried since he arrived, awful, just awful.  To top it all off he is now effectively a chemical warfare weapon after being given a tiny dose of RotaVirus to line his stomach.  We are now like a couple of paranoid loons washing our hands every 5 minutes to make sure we don’t end up with the shits ourselves!

All in all a stressful end to our few days off, but what I guess is a right of passage for us all.

So, the things I have learned this week:

  1. Swimming with a 2 month old needs a good 2 hour window
  2. The luggage capacity of a family car, when travelling with a child, is actually comparable to that of a small commercial jet – but even then it isn’t enough
  3. Newcastle United will be playing championship football next year
  4. I love my wife more each year we are married!