Master Two has taken a disliking to eating meals at his own little table lately and I've been starting to think that maybe the time has come for him to begin eating with company - at the big table.

So this morning him and I sat down together for breakfast.  Well, his second breakfast of the day; the first being several hours earlier at 5.15am.  Yes, pleasing, to say the least.

Anyway, it was all very civilised and we had a great old chat even though I'm not entirely sure what it was all about!

An hour later he is starting to get tired and cranky already  (several wake-ups during the night coupled with the early morning), so as we do battle about everything from him taking his brother's toys to why I can't fast-foward the ad breaks on TV, I try to remain calm as I keep telling myself that in 15mins he will be at day care and will no longer my problem :-)

Am I a horrible mother??