I can't help wonder if the whole premise of a fancily produced show set yearly on the other side of the world is all that necessary, when right on our doorstep is: 'I'm a Toddler Get Me Out of Here... no don't actually, I've changed my mind. No Mummy, I not want to get out of here! I do! I don't! Give me a biscuit!' (It's a working title)...
Firstly, the delivery. Not only was the item two weeks overdue, but the supplier was unable to specify an accurate delivery date despite it being ordered well in advance. When the courier then attempted to deliver the parcel, he rammed it through the postbox repeatedly for about 12 hours, damaging both the post-box and the item.
As a parent of one child I thought I had everything under control. Baby sleeps through the night? Check. Baby eats a variety of vegetables and interesting textures? Of course. Baby is surpassing all required milestones and showing up the other babies at playgroup? Oh, stop! No need to show off now. I was clearly a natural at this parenting gig. And then number two came along.
Your baby is cranky, cranky, cranky, and doesn't appreciate the warm sunshine and the change of scenery. Not one bit. Your toddlers, on the other hand, are overly enthusiastic; they're all over the stray cats, sharp rocks, and keep wandering off to the edge of the pool every time you turn towards your coffee.