Dr. Dr. Daddy

In the morning, Tara lent daddy her one and only piggy for good luck. Then, everybody liked those fat black lines as much as Tara had. And in the evening, we came home to piggy and daddy, now Dr. Daddy. That's how easy it was!

Of course, among ourselves, we'd already worked out that daddy is a genius. There is unequivocal statistical proof: His record-breaking bedtime success. And how he feeds Tara without trashing the kitchen floor!

Ingenious at comforting his little girl (when mummy & the boobies let him).


And CLEARLY the bestest entertainer in the whole of Leicester. But we've known that, at least, for a long time! To us, he's been Dr. Daddy all along. So now, he can be Dr. Dr. Daddy!

One family hug into chemical (not comical) Dr.-dom, mummy gets the camera out. But of course! So pictured below, from left to right: Mummy ('I MUST take an official family shot now that daddy's a proper doctor!'); Tara ('Give me that camera now, or I will wiggle and wriggle and whine!'); Dr. Daddy ('Calm. At peace. Relaxed. Aaaaah... Hungry! Not eaten since yesterday 3pm.').

Family Portrait: Dr. Dr. Daddy and His Girls

... and off they walk into the sunset and their happily ever after. (Spot the green traffic lights?! That's a GOOD sign!)


Ah, not so fast now. There's Friday still, and That Decision. Still to be made. So we'll keep walking for a while, and on our girly own too, Tara & I. Dr. Dr. Daddy got on a train and went back to Sandwich to help save the poorly of the world.