Please remember, at the moments:
when you actually think that you may completely lose your mind and drop your (almost) 3 year old off at a rehoming centre,
when he stands on the bridge for 45 minutes refusing to either go forward or back,
when he fights every time he needs a change of clothes or nappy,
when he wants to listen to the same Thomas the Tank Engine audio book over and over all day long and calls Nina Simone, "rubbish",
when he, in the 5 minutes it takes for you to go upstairs and deposit a laundry basket on the bed, climbs up onto the kitchen counter, turns on the taps, overflows the sink, empties a full litre of milk onto the counter and is trying to climb out the window onto the rubbish bins,
that you love him.
That he makes you laugh.
That you miss him when he is not with you.
That he makes everything adventurous.
That he is very sweet and cuddly and will not always be so.
That his desire to help, really does outweigh his capability to create chaos.
That he is ridiculously cute.