We have well and truly reached the stage of toddlerdom that others smile wisely (smugly?) and nod about because they have older/more kids / aren’t so naive and have seen it all before and know what a living hell it is. We don’t though. We didn’t. Now we stare wide eyed and open mouthed and pale faced into the abyss of sheer crazy.

I thought we were there, I thought that the terrible twos were in full swing. We had all the symptoms: overuse and overemphasis of the word no, foot stamping, throwing, hitting, pouting…or a heady combination of all of the above preferably in public and at full volume while I smile back into the accusing eyes of tutting strangers and brush the hair off my sweat beaded brow and try to remain calm.

But oh no. No no no no no. It appears that all of that was just the beginning, an appetiser to the main course of absolute barmy that was being kept warm in the oven ready to be dished up onto a huge platter and plonked unceremoniously in front of us when the time was right. Read more…