When a two year old crawls into bed and says she wants to sleep more with Mummy and Daddy, what she means is she wants to wait until you’ve dozed off again so it’s double the fun prodding and poking you in the eye.
Half an hour well spent
Finally got round to puttinng together the second hand trampoline Tamsin bought a year ago. Half an hour ago, this was a pile of screws, poles and bungee cord.
And no instructions.
See the joy?
It was fun while it lasted.
Fear of the dark
It would appear that the little one has finally developed a fear of the dark. This is unfortunate. Since she was six months old she’s slept through the night with the door closed and without the need for a night light. The last few days, she’s lept out of bed as soon as we’ve gone downstairs, crying about ‘scary’.
She’s also going through a ‘want to be with Mummy phase’. On the one hand, it means I’ve had a few lie ins lately, which were nice. On the other it means I’m being rejected by a two and a half year old, and since we’re back into the alternating routine of morning shifts, the daily routine begins for me at 5.30 with a screaming temper tantrum. Her, not me, I hasten to add.
That meant that for a couple of nights we thought she was faking it with the scarys, and trying to get Mummy back into the room. Oops. Bad parents.