Every stage leaves a mark on the doorframe

Dad Diary is grouped around one simple idea: what you’re going through changes completely depending on how old your child is. Here’s the wall we measure against — five stages, each with its own kind of joy and its own kind of chaos.


Expecting Fathers

From bump to birth

The calm before the sleep deprivation

The fun bit

Nursery shopping sprees you didn’t know you’d enjoy this much. Debating names nobody else likes. Telling people and watching their faces do something new.

The hard bit

Decoding NCT class jargon. Googling every twinge at 2am. Realising “getting the nursery ready” mostly means assembling flat-pack furniture with unclear instructions.


Small human, enormous opinions

The fun bit

First smile, first steps, first time they call you by name — or something close enough. You are, briefly and gloriously, the most impressive person alive.

The hard bit

Sleep becomes theoretical. Supermarket tantrums happen on a schedule only they know. Stepping on stray Lego at midnight builds real character.


You are now the family taxi service

The fun bit

Homework you can (mostly) still help with. Watching them find their people at school. Being genuinely proud of a school play you’d never admit was two hours too long.

The hard bit

Playground politics with rules more complex than most workplaces. Packed lunch negotiations. Somehow being booked solid every weekend with clubs you didn’t sign up for.


welcome to being suddenly uncool

The fun bit

Actual conversations, the kind with opinions in them. Watching who they’re becoming, sometimes in real time, sometimes overnight. The odd shared laugh at something you both find funny.

The hard bit

The eye-roll, weaponised. Exam stress that somehow becomes household stress. Curfews, negotiated like international treaties.


Off the chart, still measuring

The fun bit

The friendship stage. Watching them build a life you’re proud of, and — every so often — actually being asked for your advice.

The hard bit

Letting go, on their timeline, not yours. An oddly quiet bedroom. Your wallet remaining, mysteriously, still involved.