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It's Louis' birthday tomorrow. I want his present.

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 14:02:28 -0800

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Anatomy of a Heath presentation

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 10:59:00 -0800

Shit, I've got a presentation to write.

Right what am I going to do? I'll put a structure together and all the points and all that.

Shit this is really hard, ahhh this is a nightma… Oh look a cat pushing a watermelon out of a lake.

OK it's fine let's start again. No still really hard.

Oooooo Honey Badger. Now how do I get that on Pinterest?

This is stupid, this process has been going on for 3 days. Never mind I'll do it in the morning. Ahhhh no it has to be done for the day after tomorrow, ahhhh. No I'm too tired now. zzzzzzzzzzz

Beep beep beep.

Go!!!!

Oh look I've banged it out in an hour and half…

… well 90% of it..

…I'll now spend 6 hours dicking around getting the last 10% of it done and 2 hours of that will be looking for big pictures through Google Search for which I'm now being monitored by central IT.

The end.

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Expectation management

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 10:57:44 -0800

When I became a Dad I had a really strong sense of what my son would be like. It was a certainty that he would be a rugby player, outgoing, loud and keen to chat.

Eight years down the line I've been proved completely wrong. It took me a long time to adjust to Eben, he tested me. He taught me a lot about the assumptions we make every day. He also taught me that you have to adapt the way you behave and deliver information dependent on who you're dealing with. He also exposed my greatest weaknesses, he challenges my worst behaviours as a human being.

The love I have for him is gut-wrenching, it's a feeling difficult to describe, but it literally feels like someone pulling your insides out through your stomach. Yet he's so far from what I expected. I doubt I'm ever going to stand on a rugby touchline and cheer him on, he is not in the slightest bit interested. I have had to learn that he feels huge discomfort in the presence of new people and I have to ensure he can find a place he derives some pleasure from on the day and eventually participates on his terms. Oh, he is loud though. Yeah I got that right.

Why the reason for the post? Well I went to his parent's evening last night. It's quite a nerve-racking experience a parent's evening. Ultimately you don't really care how they're doing academically as long as they're around average. What you really want to know is how they're getting on in the class, whether they're enjoying it and that they're comfortable. He appears to be all those things and more, but it made me realise how quickly he's growing up and how little you take real notice of that. Next week Nic's going away with the kids for half term so I won't see them. I need to make the absolute most of the next couple of days, because every second counts.

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