DD is one and a delight but like all small children she's very hard work. Getting into everything etc which is a good sign of natural curiosity.
I phoned up my uncle and he started banging on about how it hadn't even started yet and it would get so much harder when she is two. He went on to tell me about his little tear away grandson. I know that the terrible twos will be tough but do people really need to relish in telling me how difficult my life is going to be?