It took about 18 months before I stopped regarding our firstborn as a crying machine that prevented me from riding my bike. Then she started developing a personality and I looked forward to letting her stay up late whilst her mum was out, because we’d have such a good laugh together.
Bairn Two was born three months ago, so I’ve another crying machine to deal with, and the arrival of Bairn Two has turned firstborn into a little ballbag, due to her not being the centre of attention any more.
Having spent the entire day with them, I think I’m safe in saying that there hasn’t been a moment where at least one of them hasn’t been making noise; one because she’s a baby, and the other because she’s desperate for attention. It’s driven me close to the edge.
Anyway, if you want my one top tip to survive fatherhood, here it is: Don’t expose them to any Disney-related singalongs. Everything else, the shit, the piss, the spew, the lack of sleep is tolerable; ‘Let It Go’ sung at you thirty times* per day will ruin you.
* – I am not exaggerating.
EDIT – I should point out that I love my children immensely and would readily die in order to protect their well-being.
EDIT EDIT – As long as the eldest stops singing Frozen songs.