I don't know about you, but we are massively looking forward to the return of the Great British Bake Off on our screens tonight. My eldest little dude is quite possibly Mary Berry's biggest fan, an obsession that I'm quite happy to flame by letting him stay up late each Wednesday if there's a chance of it leading to a future of perfectly prepared cakes for me to simply sit back and enjoy.
I have two little boys who have just two years between them. They are almost four and almost two. The 'almost' is hugely important to the eldest who is desperate to shake off any link to the number three. Three is little. Four is BIG. Well, big in the eyes of a three-year old anyway. As a result, the whole family (and anyone within earshot), is slowly counting down (painfully slowly as we've been counting down for quite some time now) to the day when four becomes a reality. And I'm pretty sure that after a week of being four, I'll be asked to produce a countdown to five because everyone knows that five is really, REALLY big and way more exciting than four.