1. At least
2. Wassap
3. I don’t want to go to nursery
God we had a rough night. Son 2 aged 8m woke up at around 2 and I went in to him. Wrong move. He wanted to feed himself back to sleep, and I didn’t want to. And he roared and roared. I tried everything. Cuddling him, holding him, sitting with him, lying him down beside me in the bed, gaviscon, calpol… in the end we put Son 1 aged 3 and a half upstairs with The Man. I stayed with Son 2, but no matter what I did - or didn’t do - he screamed and screamed. So I went downstairs and made a cup of tea, and when I came back he’d howled himself to sleep. So the positive thing is, at least I didn’t lose it at any point. And he did, in the end go back to sleep. But it was awful. We’ve decided that if he wakes up again we’re just going to leave him. It’s just too hard trying to get him back to sleep.
He woke us all up again at 0630. I fed him, and let him stand up on the floor to wind him. While he was swaying around, Son 1 came blearily down the stairs. As soon as Son 2 saw him he did his mad I-love-Son1 cackle, and Son 1 cackled back, and they had a hug. Son 2 never stops watching Son 1. Son 1 always plays up for his audience.
Son 1 didn’t want to go to nursery. Why not? I asked. I just don’t, he said. I like going to the Trade Show and going to the swimming pool and going out on the boat and seeing our friends and going on holiday. So do I darling, so do I.
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