Men, Babies and Toddlers

It's a known fact (between my ears at least), that men don't really do babies until they are toddlers. Women get all emotional when they are born - even if someone else is having the baby! Men don't quite understand, and probably never will, why women refer to little pink (or occasionally brown) bundles of wrinkles as "cute" or "gorgeous" or perhaps even "beautiful." The bare facts of the matter are that babies are eating, shitting and sleeping machines. Few are pleasant on the eye, and most look the same for the first 3 months anyway.

Toddlers, on the other hand are brilliant. Despite the lack of milk in my moobs, I have a function in the life of the toddler. He can be thrown around all day long. We can do puzzles together. We can even hide in the corner of the garden and have a sneaky biscuit together and not tell mum. We can go out an play on our bikes like proper kids. It's brilliant.

I've really noticed a difference in BB this week. I know it won't last long, but the tantrums are ever decreasing, and more often than not he will actually do what he's told. He's walked for miles without argument. He's showing the kind of affection to his little brother that would bring a tear to a glass eye. Mornings are easy, bedtimes are fun. He even ate a pile of greens the other night because dad "made them crunchy."

If I can spend the next two and a half years training the wife to this high standard, we'll live happily ever after....