Based in Berlin, Germany, Dad in Deutschland is a blog by Tom Fletcher. His posts are a personal account of life as a Dad taking 6 months paternity leave as the main caregiver.

Sunshine & German class

Out in the sunshine early this morning. Wrapped Leo up warm and sat him in the push chair. He happily slept for a good 45 minutes while I sat outside a cafe and tried to do some German homework. 

Once he woke up we headed to the Kindercafe, Leo happily played around in the small kids area for a good 20 minutes. There was one other kid there who was trying to get hold of everything Leo played with, Leo payed him little attention.

He's has found a new volume. I guess he's trying out his voice and so far its not very melodic. He's making a screeching noise someone described as "crow like". Its not a howl of pain, he can be happily going about his business whilst screaming. It was a little embarrassing in the cafe. One mum was trying to run a workshop about finding a Kita and she was struggling to be heard over Leo's bird impression.

Home, lunch for Leo, nap for Leo and out to German class. Leo slept after lunch and I managed to carry him down and transfer him into the pushchair asleep. He woke up as we arrived at SpeakEasy and was in a good mood all class. Happily rolling around on a mat... screeching.

One of the exhausting things about having a baby is apartment living. We are on the 4th floor with no lift. Everything apart from the buggy comes up and down each time. The buggy lives one flight of stairs up because thats the only place it can live. Loading and carrying Leo up and down is exhausting. The push chair has to be locked up and I'm always concerned someone will have come in off the street and take a piss (or worse) on it. Despite the area we live in having a reputation for being gentrified, our building can be pretty grim.

I initially bought a cupboard for the buggy to live in to avoid any piss incidents. A plastic one, the kind you'd use in a garage as storage. Day one of this being in the apartment someone broke the door off. Day two I left a note saying what it was for and if it was an issue just knock on the door and let me know. Day three it disappeared completely. Five months passed and one of our neighbours was moving out. They moved all their stuff to the yard to load into a van. What did I see? My cupboard, unbelievable. I knew it was mine because it was a pretty obscure one bought from Amazon for its specific size. I promptly snuck down and took it back!  

Tonight we have a baby sitter coming to look after Leo for a couple of hours so we can go out for dinner. Can't wait. 

Buggy running

Claustrophobia