Category Archives: Dads Diary

The War on Tantrums

Every parent believes that their wee baby is a prodigy. We may not know quite in what area their brilliance lies but we are all convinced that it’s only a matter of time before we discover the complex algebraic equations

The Night before Christmas in Limerick

Twas the night before Christmas And all through Moyross Not a creature was stirring ‘Cept the odd stolen horse The firearms were hung By the fireside with care In the knowledge that scumbags Soon would be there The children were

Goodbye Granny

My mum lost her battle with cancer last week in a beautifully serene hospice staffed by some of the most caring people I have ever met. She passed away without pain or fear for which I will be eternally grateful

Messing about on the river.

Holidays with young children are…interesting, to say the least. They can be wonderful breaks from the norm where you get to spend fun, quality time with the family or they can be hell filled weeks of tummy bugs, sunburn and

March of the Daddies

I was sitting at home last Sunday on the couch with my boys trying, with little success, to watch a wildlife documentary on the Serengeti -Oh the rock n’ roll lifestyle of the comedian- when I came to a remarkable

Hosptial Hell

As I write this I am sitting in a well worn armchair beside a cast iron cot in St. Michaels B ward of Temple St. Children’s Hospital. My four week old son Sam is lying, tiny and exposed, with a

Love in the time of colouring

It’s that most wonderful time of year again. The birds are returning from their credit crunch beating winter break. The trees and plants are showing signs of new growth and despite the recent cold snap our thoughts turn to bright

The Monster Mash

It’s official, the summer is over. The kids are back at school, the evenings are getting shorter and wee minds begin to turn towards dark thoughts. Nothing too sinister though. Little minds are awhirl with images of Ghosties and Ghoulies,

Dads are from mars.

It is generally accepted that men and women are remarkably different. From how we express our emotions, see crying quietly for women and punching a wall for a man, to the immortal Sex and the City versus the Matrix argument

Burning down the house

When I hear that something is bullet proof I believe that it can stop bullets, likewise when I hear that something like a safe is burglar proof I know that it stops thieves. So my question is this, what the