In the bleak midsummer

Glorious summer days, coats packed away for the season and endless play outside. All true but difficult to enjoy when accompanied by dreadful sleep. It happens every summer and this year is no different.  The sun rises at an hour when no sane person should be up and remains high in the sky long past when little ones should be slumbering. It all contributes to hard won sleeping patterns going out the window.

Now we are two

Now we are two

The big day arrived. Cards and presents were opened, candles blown out on the cake, but nothing happened. We had expected a transformation in the manner¬†of Harry Enfield’s Kevin character becoming a teenager, albeit with our one year old becoming a ‘terrible two’. Of course it doesn’t work like that; we’ve been experiencing certain characteristics of those terrible twos for some time. Now, a few weeks into her third year, we’re beginning to get a taste of what two-year-old is all about and it’s a fascinating place…