Year Five


At this point I'm fairly sure I only keep this place online still to make these posts about the kids birthdays. But sure what's the harm in having an eccentric hobby in my old age? I could have much worse ones.

Here we are, Nugget's fifth birthday. A birthday with a difference for many reasons.

Reason the first being that this is our first time having a birthday with a Big Schooler (as she likes to call herself). That's right, a mere ten days ago our little lady went from being in Montessori to being in junior infants. A day that had only one person crying from the family, and it wasn't me or the kid I can tell you that. In she went to start that grand journey of education, making new friends and expanding her little world a bit.

A world that had been greatly reduced because of the second reason this birthday was so different: COVID-19.

I've purposely stay away from posting about our time during the pandemic here because I didn't see the point. It's going to be sucky and hard for everyone and capturing the memories of the last few months is just something that didn't seem worth doing. But now I have to because this pandemic impact Nugget's birthday.

Usually the ladyfriend makes a big deal about birthdays, particularly those that are for our kids. She likes to get cakes, decorations, sweets and sugary drinks while asking over family and friends. The last few years Nugget has even had friends invited along to the event because her little social circle extended beyond the four walls. But with the lockdown and restrictions this birthday was different.

For starters it couldn't be in the house, because of the amount of people you can have indoors at a gathering. Which meant we had to find an outdoor location. Luckily there is a lovely spot near the house that has benches and allows for you to BBQ. But then we had to wonder about the number of people. Even outdoors we couldn't go too large in terms of a crowd.

It ended up being the four of us, some grandparents (the parentals of us - not just random grandparents we found) and the godparents.

All of which didn't bother Nugget one bit. See she just loves people and loves fun and all those people are fun for her, so she had fun. She ate cake and sweets and ran around and got some presents and took some photos all while dressed up in her fairy outfit that she wanted.

For her there was no such thing as COVID-19 ruining her fun, the fun was there to be had and we all just had to join in with her.

After food we went for walk through the woods so Nugget could try out her new bike and sadly get stung by a wasp in the nose. It was a harrowing experience for her to be sure, full of screaming and us trying to sooth her and help with the sting and pain.

The big five year old instantly became a little baby again and wanted daddy to carry her back to the car since the day was basically over anyway. Daddy dutifully did this because, as the ladyfriend is fond of saying, there will come a point in time were I won't get asked to carry Nugget anymore and I won't know when the last time actually is until it is a distant memory.

Back at the car the tears had stopped, the pain lessened, the fear of her being allergic gone as the little lump on her nose formed. Yet still, despite this painful end to her big day she looked up at both of us and said "Best day ever!".

There is a lesson in there for everyone, I feel. That you can be going through a pandemic, not see your friends and family as much as you want and get stung in the face by Nature itself and still see the rainbow amongst the shitty storm clouds.

If a five year old can point that out to us adult types then I reckon it's a lesson worth paying attention to.

We got home, had some cuddles on the sofa, then off to bed where she declared again that it was the "Best day ever!".

Kid, five years ago was when the best day ever started for us. They just keep getting better.




Ah the grand declarations that I would post more content on this site at the start of the year. To be fair, I have been posting content. Just not here.

Over the years I have toyed with the idea of closing down the site, purely because finding the time to write content on it can be very hard. Such is life. You work. You parent. You family. You sleep. Rinse and repeat. But as a famous writer once said "If you want to be a writer, you just write every day."

Which, I'm happy to say, I have been doing. But as I pointed out at the start just not here. I am going to try and make a concerted effort to change that now, though.

See I started writing more on the podcast blog, funny articles to help drive traffic that way. Then I got hooked on reading Medium articles and started to write content there as well. Both acts resulting in me neglecting the little spot of the Internet I had carved out many years before. The Void into which is shout my wisdom...for no real reason other than to put key to board.

Man, 'Pen to paper' just really doesn't translate into the modern day. Does it?

What I have been doing, however, in terms of writing activities that don't include working on the book is promoting things.

See, as an indie author I have to do all the promoting of my work myself. I don't have an army behind me at all. But that's okay, if you actually bother to put the graft in for that stuff. Which I haven't been for the last few years.

This was, however, because of a theory I was working on. In the Age of Kindle, were anyone can put up a novel or book, I wanted to show that I wasn't just doing this as a once off bucket list item. I wanted people to see that I was in this for the long slog. Having written five books now (four of which are available) and started work on the sixth I figured this was the right time to show that I am serious.

One book - anyone can do.

Two books - just trying to show you can do it more than once.

Three books - okay, maybe you are serious now.

Five books - time to start promoting things you idiot they aren't going to promote themselves.

To which, I have now started a second Twitter account: dcpower_author. The idea behind this account is that it will be purely for writing. I'm going to engage more with fellow writers and promote the books more on it. My old jester account will still continue, because I need somewhere to post silly crap as well.

But, like all my good ideas, I just need to actually stay the course with it.

That, in itself, is the hard part.

Now I have to formulate a promotion strategy. Sure how hard can that be?


Second Second


Today the little man turned two. The big 2. Officially entertaining that wonderful phase of life that all the parenting books and blogs refer to as the terrible twos.

That, for a start, is bullshit. Kids will and can have 'terrible' any age, the twos are just the first point in their lives that they can talk back to you is the thing. They will have developed their likes, dislikes and quirks. It is all just the natural evolution of things.

But this isn't a piece about how kids are different - this is about my little boy growing up.

You can already see it in him. The baby is still there, of that there is no doubt, but the toddler is forming. He has developed a little jester streak in him already. The other day he jumped off the sofa and started running back and forth between the walls of the living room. Right before he would have crashed into the wall he stopped himself, did a little comic 'wwwooooaah' and fell to the ground. All to get a laugh out of us.

He did this for twenty minutes.

It was hilarious.

He has formed attachments to things now. Loving football is one that has been around for a while, but he really liked one of his presents. A little blue train that turns into a robot. Loves it so much, in fact, that he insisted it go to bed with him.

Gone is the Iron-man teddy, in is the robot train.

Kids, so fickle.

As usual his mummy went above and beyond with the little family party we had to mark the day. Food and a Gecko cake (from PJ Masks, before anyone starts wondering about the lizard) along with all the fun of kids running around hopped up on sugar.

Happy birthday little man. Keep making the world laugh like you do, because your laugh is infectious and the world needs more of that.