The Effing Fours, wow.  Every time I write a post like this I feel immense guilt – the little dude was our little miracle after a few years of fertility issues and I wanted nothing more to be a mum – but parenting this strong-willed and fiercely independent little guy is bloody hard work. We survived the Terrible Two’s.  The Threenager bit was, well, bloody hard and now we have hit the Effing Fours.