- Wake up to thrashing.
- Hope he'll go back to sleep. (He never does.)
- Ignore first few nyaps hoping he'll go back to sleep. (He never does here, either.)
- Wonder if Nic will get up and deal with him.
- Admit that it's probably my turn.
- Get up. Freeze.
- Shush Alex in his cot, not picking him up so as not to encourage this sort of behaviour.
- Pick him up.
- Rock back and forth until (if) arms go floppy.
- Lower to the inverted prawn position (tummy to tummy, Alex's back arched towards horizonal away from me). Rock until (if) arms go floppy again.
- Put sleeping child in cot.
- Take wide awake child out of cot again.
- Repeat steps 9-11.
- Give up and wake Nicola to feed him.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
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In other news, Alex has found his feet. Strange to think that you have to learn to become aware of your own body. He is very interested in them. Any opportunity he gets he grabs them. (This requires being on his back on a flat surface at the least. Ideally, he likes to be naked, thus allowing full flexibility.) He hasn't quite got them in his mouth yet (perhaps he takes after his paternal grandfather in terms of flexibility), but I suspect it's just a matter of time. Last night they were even more interesting than the duck during bath time, and that's saying something!
Alex's bedtime is also getting earlier. He's now noticeably snoozy and grumpy by 6:30pm. This means bath time has been brought forwards to before Nic's and my dinnertime. On the plus side, it means we get to eat a grown up, adult dinner at the same time as each other. (Something of a novelty.) On the down side, my god am I hungry by 7:30! I've been spoilt by Nic having had my tea on the table when I got home. Still, I'm sure we'll enjoy it, once we're not so tired we fall asleep in our lasagne.