1. Sleeping Through
2. Sock Triumph
3. Soft Touch
Son 2 aged 14m went down in his cot last night and stayed there until 0620 this morning. Which last night gave me the tortured choice of check him and wake him up vs what if he’s dead? I have never, ever, heard of or encountered anyone who sleeps as lightly as Son 2. I swear the ting of a radiator, the click of a knee or the sound of a contact lens falling on the floor can wake him. But we’re getting there. A month ago I could only get him to sleep by lying on the bed next to him, and had to go to him each time he awoke in case he rolled off. And he needed a grown up to sleep with him. And now he’s doing ok on his own. Unless your tummy rumbles…
I found the sock, hooray hooray. A woman in a pinny, smoking a fag, watched me carefully as I scoured the Quay. “I’m looking for a little boy sock,” I said. “We lost it in the dark last night.” “There’s a sock over there,” she said. “But it’s not a little boy’s.” Yes it was. Squodged, soaking, muddy and run over several times. Yes I know it’s only a sock. But inconvenience/annoyance of having to go back and look for it < inconvenience/annoyance of having five Nursery socks. Forever.
The boys went to a play park with Wonder Nanny, and her Nanny Friend and her two charges… and then had them round this afternoon with the Thomas Wooden Railway boxes out. A nightmare getting home from The Office. A broken down bus on a single lane stretch and no escape from the stationary traffic. Late late late. Late for Wonder Nanny going home, late putting the boys to bed. Son 2 is always first out of the bath, and then Son 1 aged 4 y 1m. He wraps himself up in a big towel, and Son 2 helps me pat him dry. Many, many giggles.
Tags: bathtime, cot, late, light sleeper, play park, sleep problems, sleeping through, sock, thomas wooden railway
