They say never work with Children and Animals (Men count as Animals, as do parents and in laws)

I love my Other Half and Child very much. They do cause me to ponder though, if their aim in life is to drive me absolutely barmy.
Child is 2, 33 months old to be precise. I love him to bits. I love him a little more when he's sleeping if I'm shamefully honest. It can be hard work keeping up with him. I thought the hardest part would be when he was a new born, up all night, crying pooping. Not much has changed since then. The poop is less disgusting and he's an alright sleeper, he still has his dummy's for comfort which I won't begrudge him, makes for a peaceful household. He started pre school last summer and it has changed him so much. Obviously they grow and change so fast at that age anyway, i think it just helped. I find myself shocked when he points out something so obvious but i don't expect him to know, it's a proud feeling. Pre school has also made him cocky. Is it possible to have a cocky 2 year old you ask? Come and meet my son at the school gates at 3pm, you'll see. Its like for the 2 hours he's there, he seems to outgrow me. He won't hold my hand, he won't give me a kiss, anything i say is wrong. Usually we come home and there are arguments as he carries on being cocky and thinking he rules the roost. I don't want to be too firm- i thought of myself as a fun laid back parent, he can always come to me and i will always be there, like a friend. Only it doesn't work like that. I never had a brilliant relationship with my parents when i was younger, now i think we have an understanding of each other, they only started to play a part in my life again when i had my son. I wanted to be different, to try harder for him. Parents of toddlers who don't break are amazing, they should be the people running the country!
Child has been picking up a lot of words that he shouldn't be hearing. Giving me a heart attack when he repeats something out in public. I won't say exactly what he's been saying but it's innocent i guess and he doesn't know what it means. He has been saying stuff he knows he shouldn't be though. When he's getting a talking too he often responds "Shush Mummy." Which makes me even crosser, more shouting and he tells me to shut up... and so i do. The naughty step has quite a bit of use, a 'Supernanny' trick, though as 2 year olds don't have a concept of time, rather than instructing him to serve 5 minutes punishment on the step, he has to calm down from his tantrum then apologise and give me hug. I've dug manners into him, of all the toddlers I come across he is the most polite. I'm not going completely wrong then.
He's hard work but I love that boy and he makes me so proud, I dislike myself that it's only when he's in bed and all is calm that I look at him and think "god I love that kid."


Other Half is great, a pain in the arse too but great. He's the only person who can almost keep me grounded. I wind him up no end but we make each other laugh. I feel the need to annoy him all the time, in a fly around shit kind of way. That's one way to describe our love.
I like feeding him stupid made up facts and it's adorable in a way how he falls for them. One in particular that I fed to him when we first met is my favourite.

"Did you know when the titanic hit the iceberg
they boiled all the kettles on board to try and melt it."

Hook. Line. And Sinker. Never gonna let him live that one down.

He is a techy nerd, a whiz with computers. It's also a hobby of his, there's been many a time where I've accused him of loving the pc more than me. Obviously that isn't the case but I'm needy and whiny like that.
He decided late last year that he'd like another child so we've been ttc (trying to conceive) for the last 3 months with no luck yet, would be nice to announce some news soon, just hope my body gets into gear and helps out, feeling a little like a failure about it at the moment but trying to take a more relaxed approach about it and hope it works, as much as child is a bit of a pain, he'd be a brilliant big brother, so off i go to have a word with my child making bodily parts and try threatening them, as begging and pleading clearly isn't working.