In the last week around here there has been launched by me a "war on defiance". But, like the "war on terror" and "war on drugs" it seems that while there may be minor victories scored occasionally, there is never really going to be any true winner. I think the reason I've been so caught up in trying to stamp out any dodgy behaviour is that I've been working toward this point for nine months now and was hoping that the arrival of the new baby would see us with a two and a half year old boy who went to sleep without any fuss, stayed in his bed all night without calling out to me (pat me mummy, read me a story without pictures mummy, there's a monster mummy) and recognised the importance of a day nap. And despite there being times over the past nine months when Ollie has been capable of all of these things, it seems that now is just not that time. There have been plenty of tears on both of our parts over the past week or so but I have now rea...
We used to be two, then we became three. Now we find ourselves with four. Hold onto your hats because this is going to be a wild ride.