Blokes who bake - the first year with a baby

My son turns one tomorrow. I can scarcely believe it. But it occurs to me as I write this that – even though all the presents are arriving with his name on them – this is not his celebration; this is ours.

He can have all the remaining birthdays – but this first one means we get to breath a sigh of relief and say, ‘We made it!’ We got through the sleepless nights of the first three months, we survived the transition to solids, we’ve seen him crawl and fall and soon he’ll be walking and we almost feel like real parents now.