We’re at that age now where most of our closest friends and family members are parents. Some have been parents for many years. So it’s fair to say they’re experienced in the art of parenting. They’ve survived the challenges of having a new baby, dealt with sleepless nights, irregular feeding patterns, exploding nappies, crying outbursts, terrible tantrums, the lot!
We however, just a couple of months away from the arrival of our wee one, have not experienced this first hand as yet. Don’t get me wrong, between us we’ve clocked up numerous hours of babysitting, changing nappies, putting baby to bed, 1st birthday parties, reading stories, being jumped on by overexcited nephews, the occasional whack in the gonads by a lightsaber, kneeling on a lego brick etc. But we appreciate that at the end of the day, the kids always went back to their parents and off we went for an uninterrupted nights sleep and a week of television that never once landed on a channel with a prefix of “C”.