I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but where has the time gone?! I have a two year old?! I can barely even remember my pregnancy and now I have a child who has been in our lives for two whole years. I feel like I’ve jumped from being a neon pink lipstick wearing, Girls Aloud loving, Malibu & Diet Coke drinking teenager (FYI, I still do all of those things) to a Cbeebies watching, coffee inhaling, converse loving mummy! I have to say, as much as I love the neon pink lipstick (you know the one, from Barry M) I’m happy to leave those days behind me to spend a day finding out what’s inside Mr Tumbles spotty bag.

Today is my beautiful boys second birthday. Most parents would reach this milestone with the fear of the ‘terrible twos’ lingering around them, however my terribly terrific toddler is just not giving me those worries. Maybe because I spent the first 16 months of his life in fear of everything from teething to weaning, from being alone all day or out in large groups, I have now built up a tolerance to the tears. Mine and his.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have days where I just want to scream, all parents do right? But I just don’t care when he has a tantrum, I really don’t. Maybe I’ve had my days of meltdowns, maybe it’s someone else’s turn? I’ve done my time with the ‘baby blues’ and now I’m determined to stay positive no matter what my toddler throws at me (literally).

Most of the time Lamb is a pleasure to be around. He has the best sense of humour and we often have days filled with smiles and laughter. We also have days full off cuddles and hand holding. I treasure these days. Lamb has his flaws. He hardly eats anything and is a tad OCD about certain things. Even down to me putting on the wrong pair of socks. I actually want to write a book about the things that trigger tantrums – it would be hilarious! As with any other child, Lamb is unique and I love everything about him. He wouldn’t be my little Lamb if he was any different.

You are now 2 years old, and this is my favourite age so far. You are still little enough for mummy cuddles when you hurt your knee, and cuddles to help you fall asleep. You scream “mummy” when I pick you up from nursery, and still cry when I leave you. But you don’t always need me, and often push my hand away when I’m trying to help you. You’re a big boy now and you are starting to feel like one.

Today has been full of nothing but excitement and joy. Today I felt nothing but overwhelming love for my baby boy. Today I welled up every time Lamb screamed with excitement as he revealed what was under the dinosaur wrapping paper. Today my terribly terrific toddler turned two.