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| December 2011 - the last time he slept |
- Singing
You know that both me and your Daddy find it ridiculously
cute when you sing songs. We are fairly sure we need to ship you off to genius
school sometime soon as at just 2 years and 2 months old you can sing us your
entire alphabet. So now at bedtime if we suggest it might be time for you to
sleep you immediately jump to your feet and we are now treated to quite the repertoire
… with encores aplenty.
- Please can I have a kiss and a cuddle?
Whenever we walk out the room you have started to shout this
after us. Again, you know that both me and your Daddy find this sort of thing
ridiculously cute and that it takes a pretty tough person to walk away from a
guaranteed sloppy kiss and baby bear cuddle. But when you decide that we also
need to kiss and cuddle every one of the seven teddies you have in your bed
then we start to get the game.
- I want to use the potty
You realise that I never want to say no to you using the
potty. We’re not potty training yet but why not welcome any opportunity to try.
So yes, you have worked out this with get you at least another 5 minutes. And 5
minutes after that as I attempt to wrestle you back into a nappy. And 5 minutes
after that as I attempt to get your pyjamas back on.
- Extreme hyperactivity
Bouncing, running from one end of the cot to the other,
launching yourself onto the mattress – you name it you think it’s fun to do at
bedtime.
Anything to do with sleeping has always been the bane of my
life with Monkey – the thing that makes me want to send him back to the stork –
the thing that pushes my sanity to the brink. It’s been a really bad couple of
weeks with the whole bedtime palaver lasting up to two hours from when we head
upstairs.
My only hope is that it is a phase. That I just need to
battle through because he’ll come out of it soon enough and I can enjoy my
evenings once again.
Either that or I’m digging out the stork’s number.
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