Gah! Two videos in one day! I am sorry. But, of all the baby videos swilling around the Internet at the moment, this has to be one of the best.

This is a blog, honest. One day I’ll actually write something. But, for now, here’s a video of a man who can make wonderful paintings with just his digits.

Behold, the next baby viral video.

Love the comments by the news presenters. “What does he eat?” “Where do they get a diaper for that?”

She’s got sass.

Not my title, the title of the YouTube video. I’m not sexist, dammit! Now get back in the kitchen.

“Daddy, where’s my heart?” It’s Isaac, my four year-old. I can feel his breath on my face. I’m snoozing on the sofa, you see, after having been up with both children since half five. They’re not excited about the new year or anything; this is standard waking-up time for them. ...

About ten minutes ago, I typed the final few words of my book for SANDS onto Microsoft Word (which just so happened to be Stevie Wonder lyrics) and sat back in my chair. I had a strange feeling in my throat, like my breath had caught just beneath my voicebox ...

I bet when you were drunkenly dancing to Christmas songs you looked like this. At least you thought you did.

Aah, the instruction manual. The bane of my life. Real Men don’t need them, of course. Real Men can look at a cot, or a toy, or a wardrobe, and instinctively know how to put them together, because they have Real Man Brains backed up by a couple of biceps ...