Sam Avery

MONDAY Discovered a great new game today called 'Keep Throwing Everything On The Floor Repeatedly For Ages'. (Needs a snappier title but you get the drift.) Big people joined in too. They kept picking everything up so I could keep playing. TUESDAY Got porridge all over my face at breakfast. Felt great. Looked like a beard. Big people wiped it off. I cried. Can't wait to grow a beard. WEDNESDAY Got into a pickle today - tried to roll and it went tits up. Got trapped on my side between a toy and a load of sick for about three seconds. Was scared but didn't cry. I'm quite brave sometimes. THURSDAY Was in my cot last night and could hear the big people messing with my toys. They swear and shout a lot more when they play than I do. FRIDAY Blew a raspberry that lasted a full ten minutes. So much dribble. Felt lightheaded and couldn't see straight at one point. What a rush. SATURDAY Some woman at the shops thought I was only 3 months ol

Parenting books don’t prepare you for real life so I’ve designed a game for parents-to-be: LEVEL 1 Your baby is teething and refusing to nap. You’re hungover and there’s no coffee in the house. To complete this level you must make it through to midday without sobbing. LEVEL 2 On the back of two hours broken sleep you discover that your baby has the shits. To move to the next level you must reach teatime without hitting the gin. LEVEL 3 Your baby has puked so much you’re forced to change your own clothes three times in the space of an hour. You have nothing clean so must squeeze into jeans that don’t fit anymore and throw a jumper on that’s covered in more unidentified stains than a tramp’s undercrackers. As you walk through the hall you catch the reflection of a demented crack addict in the mirror. Your goal is to leave the house with your self-esteem intact. LEVEL 4 You’re on the brink of physical and mental exhaustion. To complete the level you must mingle wi

MONDAY People seemed confused why I was grumpy this morning. I'd like to see what mood you'd be in if you woke up in a puddle of your own piss. TUESDAY Discovered if you bash a dummy against the side of your cot for long enough the big people show up. Handy to know if there's an emergency. WEDNESDAY My snot tastes really bad. Must stop eating it. THURSDAY Tickling me when I've just woken up? Come on. There's a time and place for frivolity and first thing isn't it. FRIDAY Cried all afternoon. Really enjoyed myself. Who doesn't love a good moan? SATURDAY Finally managed to roll onto my front today. Tried to roll back. Couldn't do it. Cried. Lay head in my own snot and tears and gave up. Help arrived. Tried again. Failed again. Cried more. Help arrived again. Gave up. Felt embarrassed. SUNDAY Think I'm done with rolling now. I've seen other babies do it and even the good ones don't seem to know what they

1.Wiping the arse of a wriggling baby should be an Olympic sport. 2.It takes 1.5 hours to tidy our house but a mere 37 seconds to untidy it. 3.Our washing machine is more overworked than a Victorian pit pony. 4.I have no idea what me and my wife had conversations about before the kids were born. 5.Dribble rash is minging. 6.If one of our twins keeps rolling about like this he'll be applying for a travel visa before the summer. 7.It's far too easy to sit on the baby monitor microphone, hear an almighty noise come through the receiver from the next room, not realise this has been caused by your own clumsy derrière and thus assume you're being burgled. (This is also a great way to get the exact temperature of your buttocks.) 8.It's possible for next door's dog to bark so loud outside your baby's window you'll be convinced your child is part-wolf. 9.New kitchen cleaning products excite me more now than new music. FML. 10.We&#

1.Getting your baby to sleep is like a game of Snakes and Ladders. One wrong move and you're back to the beginning. 2.A nappy change that requires seven baby wipes before you even REMOVE said nappy will damage you spiritually. 3.Parenting ages you quicker than a fruit fly - I saw a picture of myself just after the boys were born the other day and then looked in the mirror. Yoda was looking back at me. 4.Leaving the house is harder than joining MENSA. 5.I've had more shit on my fingers this week than a clumsy proctologist. 6.Singing nursery rhymes in different styles (Metallica / Morrissey / Napalm Death) gets you through the day. 7.Both twins screaming together has the same effect on decision making as bad weather on a TV signal. It's still there, sort of, but there's interference, long pauses and it's mainly bollocks. 8.I wish I could've 'banked' sleep before I had kids. (Imagine being able to open a sleep savings account pr

CBeebies have announced they want to make their programmes more 'realistic.' Here's 5 suggestions on how they could do that: 1. POSTMAN PAT is made redundant after the privatisation of Royal Mail. Later episodes show Pat working for UPS, drinking heavily, and moaning to anyone who'll listen about the Tories, delivery drones, and 'that fucking Amazon.' 2. PEPPA PIG After running up crippling gambling debts with Grampy Rabbit, Daddy Pig is forced to accept an offer from Channel 5 to be featured on Reality TV. The show is a huge hit and runs for 12 seasons, culminating with an 18 year old George kickstarting the most progressive discussion of transgender politics in the UK's history by announcing live on air that he 'always felt like a cow trapped in a pigs body.' George becomes a national sweetheart and stars in a string of spin off shows to varying success. 3. THE TELLYTUBBIES are arrested after a three day illegal rave in Tubbyla

MONDAY Woke up last night to see one of the big people just staring at me. They seemed shocked to see me though God knows why. Then they dived on the floor so I couldn't see them but I knew they were still there as I could clearly hear them giggling. They're so immature. TUESDAY Dribbled so much it ended up in my eye. Sometimes I really do disgust myself. WEDNESDAY Was having a great nap on the sofa when they tried to move me to the cot. Screamed the house down. Who naps in a cot? Ridiculous. Even though I was tired I refused to sleep out of principle. You've got to make a stand against this sort of thing. THURSDAY Spent the whole day whining and shaking my hands about for no particular reason. Great times. FRIDAY Got like, fifteen new presents today! Was a bit overwhelmed to be honest. Didn't know what to do with myself so just stared at everyone. Next time I hope they give me more of the paper it came in. Tasty. SATURDAY 2016 is gonna be a big year for

MONDAY Coughed so hard today I shat myself. A humdinger too. Big people came into the room asking me what was wrong. Do I really have to spell it out for you? Open your eyes, people. TUESDAY Dinner time was a disaster. Big people insisted I eat food on the spoon. I wanted stuff on the floor. They stood firm and I wouldn't compromise. Didn't eat anything but cried lots. They made aeroplane noises. I cried more. They made train noises. I screamed. They pretended to give me food off floor. I noticed it was the same food as on spoon. They gave up. I stopped crying. Went to bed. Woke up because I was hungry. Drank some milk. Went back to sleep. WEDNESDAY Got totally tricked today. Was crying and the big people did a silly dance and made me laugh instead. I hate it when they do that. THURSDAY Accidentally bit my finger while eating lunch. Cried like hell. It hurt a bit but more than anything it was just really embarrassing. FRIDAY Yet more drama at the dinner table. Not

1.The scent in our house is a combination of shit, baby wipes and desperation. 2.Brushing a baby's teeth is like trying to feed a Twiglet to a Piranha. 3.When remarking "they've gone down well tonight" it's best to check you've turned the baby monitor on first. 4.If you throw Vimto at a wall from the correct angle you can pass it off as an unfinished Banksy. 5.If your baby goes on the Jumperoo straight after their milk, the volume of puke will drastically reduce volume from the speakers. 6.You could open a food bank in a 9 month old's neck folds. 7.The grace period for singing Christmas toys is well and truly fucking over. 8.If my son keeps chewing his dummy like that he'll end up with an underbite like The Gruffalo. 9.I need to lose weight - I bent down in front of the twins today and the top of my arse popped out. They both started screaming. 10.Seeing your twins hold each other's hand makes your heart burst l

1.Both twins pulling their plonkers while staring you in the eye is a terrible way to start Christmas morning. 2.Tesco baby wipes are bollocks. They stick to each other like a magicians handkerchief. 3.If my son has the same drive and determination in life that he has to avoid naps then we're looking at a future Prime Minister here. 4.In our house, a puke-free burp is rarer than rocking horse shite. 5.Eight month old babies aren't appreciative of Xmas presents. But... 6.They should invent edible wrapping paper for babies. (Ours didn't give two hoots about the presents but were very keen to chow down on the paper.) 7.Our new play pen is visible from space. 8.If you accidentally leave a pile of baby sick, soggy crumpets and rancid wet wipes in a pile for 2 days it will fucking honk. 9.Now the twins have learned how to shake their wrists there's more jazz hands in our house than a West End show. 10.Your wife can hear you stealing her ch

1.Planning all the stuff you're gonna get done while the baby naps BEFORE they're asleep is like deciding what to spend your lottery win on before you've bought a ticket. 2.We need the machine they use to jet wash the pigeon shit off the statues in Trafalgar Square just to clean our Jumperoo. 3.Singing a happy song is the only way to get through a really horrific nappy change. 4.Velcro bibs attack all the other washing in the machine like sticky parasitic bastards. 5.My 8 month old boys often gaze at the lounge lamp with the reverence of a pair of rednecks witnessing a flying saucer. 6.Babies can be more uncooperative than a supermarket trolley on cobbles. 7.On the wrong day, counting the milk formula scoops into the bottle is harder than following a free form jazz signature. 8.After bedtime the nursery floor creaks like a listed building. 9.Babies need more clothes than Madonna - they'll never stop finding new and inventive ways to soil

MONDAY One of my fingers seems to have disappeared from my hand and popped up between my legs. I've tried pulling it back but it won't budge. Will try again tomorrow. TUESDAY I stored some food in my neck ages ago and now I can't find it. I know it's there because it's starting to stink. WEDNESDAY Pulled on that rogue finger again but it seems happy where it is. Beginning to think the big people moved it there because they freak out whenever I try to move it back. THURSDAY Met another baby today. Normally not fussed but liked this one. Made me feel a bit funny. Like when I've had milk and not burped. FRIDAY Today was a very snotty day. It was all over my face and in my mouth. I didn't mind though. If that was on a spoon I reckon I'd eat that stuff. SATURDAY Saw the other baby again today. We had a great wriggle and then threw up on each other. It was brill. SUNDAY Got shoved on the knee of this fat dude in a red sui

1. YOU FEEL EXCITEMENT Wow! A new toy. How cool! And it sings three different songs too. That's a relief as I was slightly tired of the other ones but this one seems different. Less annoying.  We'll have endless fun with this, that's for sure! 2. YOU LEARN THE WORDS Look, kids! *presses button, sings along, feeling great* This is better than karaoke. Hit that button again! Whooo! 3. YOU SING THE WORDS AT ALL TIMES Bloody hell, that song is catchier than Ebola. Real earworm. Can't stop singing it. Losing my mind a bit. This is worse than the Tetris dreams I used to have. 4. IT ENTERS YOUR SOUL Oh, that FUCKING SONG. I can't even think straight. I swear I just had a dream with that as the soundtrack. More of a nightmare. This is hell on earth. In fact it's worse because I can't hear myself scream - all I can hear is that frigging song. 5. LOSS OF RATIONAL THOUGHT I'd do time for that fuckin

1. YOU WILL LEAVE THE HOUSE EVERY SINGLE DAY, NO MATTER WHAT. You've been up since 5am and planned to go out all day. But now it’s 4.50pm and you're picking dried shit off the carpet in your pajamas. Face facts - your house is a time vortex and even Nelson Mandela in the 1980’s got out more than you do. 2. YOU WILL NEVER EAT BISCUITS FOR BREAKFAST This is impossible when you’ve had 53 minutes sleep and your will power and sanity have both fucked off in a sports car like Thelma and Louise. You’ll be frantically searching for the branflakes but instead the Jaffa Cakes will be there, giving you the eye like the sugary hussies they are. You’ll move your gaze away towards the fruit but those biscuits have you in their tractor beam, undressing you with their eyes. Before you know it you’ll be four biscuits deep, crumbs all over the work surface and tears of shame in your eyes. 3. YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY WASH YOUR SHEETS WHEN BABY PUKES ON THEM