It's great to welcome Laura Clark again as part of her regular column for me: Live Smart Be Healthy. I know all you new mothers and fathers will find her advice invaluable.
Oliver started school just under a week ago so I thought I'd share what that's actually meant for us both, the reality of my 4 year old beginning the biggest chapter of his little life. I'd love to hear your experiences in the comments...
Here's what to expect when your kids starts school...
I'm not a doctor but I sure am (sadly) an expert on sleep deprivation. Give or take 4 flipping whole years of it. Don't be fooled by the picture above, they nodded off together but were soon moved to their own beds and both woke up at least twice that night. Le yawn!
For a start, my eldest son Oliver has pretty much (for now at least), got over his most recent bout of jealousy towards his younger brother Alexander, and dare I say it, they're actually playing well together. I even caught Oliver kissing his little wee sibling last night. It was what womb-stirring dreams are made of.
You know when you look at your baby and see all the people you love in him and just melt. That. I'm totally besotted and walking on air. I feel like this all day, every day. Apart from the 4 am feed of course and when I can't watch Take Me Out without the subtitles on because the kid's wailing. Then, maybe, then, I'm slightly less besotted.
