I can’t believe my ‘baby’ is two already. It feels like he has been with us forever yet it also feels like the blink of an eye and that only yesterday he was a newborn with a cry like a mewing kitten rather than the full blown screaming banshee that he can, on occasions, be now.

Of course, his second birthday also means we have been parents for two years. Our lives have changed beyond recognition. Yes we miss the Sunday lie-ins, the lounging around with the newspapers, the hours of free time that you don’t appreciate you had until after you have children.
But both small and large things make up for this in infinitely more than equal measure. The smile he gives us when we go in to wake him up first thing in the morning and the sight of him sleeping when we go in last thing at night, the sound of him laughing, the immense wonder he has at everyday things and his quirky little fascinations (currently wheelie bins and skips are top of the list).

I remember a parent I know saying (well about a hundred people I know told me this actually) that it is hard work being a parent but absolutely worth it. Very clichéd but oh so true.