The Dad Test ft. The Out Of Depth Dad —

Sound the must-read feature klaxon! In a bid to assess the ‘dadliness’ of celebrity dads and popular dad bloggers, I’ve created a fun Q&A called the Dad Test. Stepping up to the plate in week 11: writer, author, blogger, cyclist and father-of-two The Out Of Depth Dad.

The Out Of Depth Dad having fun with his son
Q1. Have you ever messed up a nappy change?
“It’s not possible to be a father and not mess up a nappy change at some point. I’ve regularly done the half asleep change where you realise the nappy is on backwards. I’ve also had a few messy experiences, one notable occasion ended up with poo up the wall. I still have flashbacks.”
Dadliness rating: 1

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5 Things I Learned When Baby #2 Arrived

It’s a funny thing: LIFE. Don’t you think?

We only really get any clue of what’s actually happening around us much later – with the benefit of time and distance.

This is certainly true when it comes to parenting.

Now that I’m a dad of two, my perspective is COMPLETELY different to when I was at the coalface of childcare for an ‘only child’.

Here’s 5 Things I Learned When Baby #2 Arrived:

You can ALWAYS be busier

Back in the heady days of having one child to look after, I thought I was constantly busy. Actually that’s an underestimation: I thought I was as busy as it is possible to be.

You know those anti-bacterial sprays that say they kill 99.99% of germs (and they leave off the final .01% just in case there are nasties out there that haven’t been discovered yet, that they’re not killing – but it’s not really likely)?

Well, with our first kid, I thought I was THAT busy: 99.99%

Silly me.

I have now discovered that I was wrong.

Yes, I was pretty up against it – as we know, looking after one tot is no walk in the park (except when it is a walk in the park, and that’s no guarantee of having a good time) – but adding another child to the equation opens up a whole new world of pain.

These days I feel like I’m a robot in one of those bad 80’s TV series. Stay with me. My controls have stuck in fast forward and I’m operating in a hilarious manner at high speed. In a moment or two my head will explode and someone will quip about me being a ‘Hot Head’ or something equally droll.

Essentially, I’ve learned that there are no limits when it comes to children, there will only be more and MORE things to do… more and more reasons to be busy. It’s all about reconciling yourself to this and hoping that when your head does eventually explode, and it will, someone is around to put you back together again.

Tiredness has no limits

As with being busy, there will always room for you to be even more tired than you are now. Since becoming a parent, I’ve come to the conclusion that tiredness has a taste – somewhere between Dandelion & Burdock and liver. It lingers unpleasantly on the palate as you continue with your activities in a muted way, fantasizing about the next time you get to lie down.

I know this is obvious, but sometimes the really obvious things don’t mean much to you until they’re pointed out. With one child you just get them off to sleep and then you can relax (or more likely try and do all the jobs you’ve not managed to do in their waking hours). With two children you have to get both of them to sleep before any respite (or ironing) is possible. There are days when getting my baby daughter to nap, without her being woken by my boisterous almost 3 year old feels a total impossibility – like playing 3D Chess… underwater… blindfolded.

As such, the little nooks and crannies of time that you put aside to recuperate when you’re supervising one child disappear when the second arrives. I said in the past that I looked like an extra from ‘The Walking Dead’. These days I look like an extra from that show, who’s been victim of an overly enthusiastic makeup artist and the producers have had to intervene and tell them to tone down the gore as it’s all getting too much…

Children bring amnesia

I genuinely can’t remember what I planned to write here…

Deja vu is everywhere

When it comes to the second kid, you are constantly dogged with a feeling of deja vu. From exploding nappies to the lingering smell of milky vomit, it’s impossible to shake the feeling that you’ve done all this before and can’t quite remember why you agreed to do it again.

Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t swap our new little one for the world.

It’s just, combined with the tiredness, you can often find yourself a bit confused – it’s like that feeling when you get halfway through an episode of your current box-set obsession to discover you’ve seen this one before.

It’s like that, but all the time.

If I have a skill, it’s nappy changing

I am the KING of the nappy changers.

Yes, that’s right. I used to be quite good at changing nappies. It’s all in the wrist, you see.

The advent of a second recipient of Pampers/Huggies/etc. has taken my nappy changing game up to another level. Olympic standard at least!

If, in my dotage, I ever find myself in nappies again, I’ll be able to apply them to myself with all the skill of a past master!


So there you have it. How people cope with 3 or more kids is TOTALLY beyond me!


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The Scotsman: MAMIL Feature…

Here’s a piece I wrote for The Scotsman, about MAMIL culture and ‘The Modern MAMIL: How to look pro’ my book with Spencer Wilson.

Have a read.

It’s that time again.
Up and down the country you’ll hear the shrieks as men (old enough to know better) hop around bathrooms trying to staunch the flow of blood after doing their legs a major mischief while trying to shave them smooth. Soon, once 1,000 tiny cuts dry, the same men are dousing themselves in talc and holding their breath as they squeeze into the Lycra outfits that make their professional cycling heroes look like supermen (sadly the effect on most amateurs can hardly be described as ‘super’). Next they’re out on the streets tentatively riding bikes that cost roughly the same amount as a starter home.
Who are these fellas? They’re MAMILs (Middle Aged Men in Lycra) and this is their time.
Welcome to the age of the MAMIL.

Chris McGuire: The Scotsman

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So, when did you last blog?

I was brought up as a Catholic – which means I have both GCSE and A Level ‘Guilt’.

The thing is, as a papist, you’re forced (and I used that word advisedly) to give ‘confession’ on a regular basis. This entailed going into a little room with the priest and admitting to all the bad things you’d done of late. In reality, you wouldn’t tell the priest all the REALLY bad things you’d done (you weren’t, after all, stupid), you’d tell the priest the type of bad things that you felt they would like to hear. It’s a bit like being in a job interview and being asked about your failings. You know, when you have to give examples of ‘failings’ that are, in fact, assets: “I’m a perfectionist” or “I just won’t stop until the job is done” – that kind of thing.

Anyway, back to confession. Before you’d admitted to not helping your mum enough with the dishes or eating the last Quality Street in the tin, the priest would ask a question:

“How long’s it been since your last confession?”

Which is where I am right now – if you substitute the word ‘confession’ for ‘blog’.

Basically I’m a lapsed blogger. It’s been a while.

But here I am, ready to spill my soul to you once more. The Prodigal Son has returned – it’s time to kill the fatted calf – or throw some burgers on the barbie, at least!

So what have I been up to?

Some of you may know that since we last conflabed I’ve had a second child: a little girl, who is now approaching 5 months.

Most of you will now understand why you’ve heard less of me.

For those who don’t quite get it, I’ll spell it out:


My god, I thought I’d been busy with just one kid. But with two – it’s like a whole new game.

Really it is!

I feel like I’d been ten pin bowling with the cushions in the gutters – and now someone has taken them away! Suddenly, rather than getting a strike every time, I’m lucky if the ball gets half way down the alley!

Sorry for the painfully forced metaphor – but my brain is tired. The truth is my brain is so tired I initially wrote my ‘brian’ is tired. And, if I had a ‘Brian’, I’m sure he’d be tired too.

So this is me, like the youthful penitent I once was, explaining my absence and looking for blogging absolution. My penance? 10 Peppa Pigs and a softplay session?

Anyway – I’m back.

Gotta go – things to do, you know. All that Lego isn’t going to step on itself, is it?

Thank all.

The Out Of Depth Dad

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Chris McGuire: Writer Website

People often say to me: “Oh, so you must be good with words.”

In a loose way that’s probably true.

I am good with words.

I like words a lot.

I like words that confound expectations – I mean, why is ‘abbreviation’ such a long word? That’s a terrible dad joke, I know. But I am a dad – so I assume that’s OK.

For me, it’s not so much about the words themselves as the communication they provide.

That’s my passion, using words to meet people where they are. The thrill of putting together a piece of writing that eliminates barriers; placing both the reader and the person/business/brand communicating with them into an unhindered state of ‘flow’.

So yes, I’m good with words. But only in the same way a joiner is good with hammers. Words aren’t the endgame, they’re not the reason why we do this. Communication is the key – just as the joiner only wields a hammer to create a table.

via About Chris… – Chris McGuire: Writer

Hi all,

I wanted to let you know about my new website – showing everything I do as a writer, yes even some that isn’t ‘dad’ related.

I write columns, features, copywrite and a whole host of other things. It’s all there at:

Why not take a look?