Psycho killer

Indeed it's true.

I was going to tell you that I am too tired to write about the lovely time we had at a great barbecue yesterday.

I was going to tell you that I was sooo tired I would kill for a lie-in. Yes, I said kill. Kill in a psych0-in-the-shower-eigha-eigha-eigha kind of way.

But I begged, and I grovelled, and I begged some more, I had absolutely no grace and certainly ditched all pride. PD turned up at eight this morning and sent me back to bed.

What a star, I could have kissed him. I probably did.

Night cap

Yesterday at our brunch with the two Es we were discussing many things. Brunch with two one year olds is a bit like speed dating; you can have many conversations as long as they only last a couple of minutes. In this way we covered MANY topics.

Little E, it has to be said, is not the best sleeper, and grown up E is now trying many tricks to improve this situation.

As Isobel has a tendency to wake up very early - anywhere between 5:30 and 6:30 am - (although she does go back to sleep with a bottle and no bother) I thought I would employ one of these tricks.

Excitedly I skipped off to Waitrose and bought some Hipp Organic Good Night Milk, it's one of those thick milks with cereal in to help babies not be hungry in the night - no they don't do a Crunchy Nut Cornflake one.

As I mixed the bottle I was already thanking this miracle elixir, kicking myself for not having tried it sooner and imagining residing in a delicious slumber in dreamland until the godly hour of seven o'clock.

At 2 am I was awoken by a screaming child, who worked herself into such a tis I expected the neighbours to knock down the door to rescue us from a marauding intruder. Normally a quick cuddle and she's back to sleep - nope it took an hour, and three screaming fits before she fell asleep.

Then she had the audacity to still wake up at 6 o'clock and not go back to sleep.

Overall, I wouldn't say it was a success.

(And I'd meditated so was actually having lovely lucid dream filled sleep at the time, but no I don't know the lottery numbers or what I should do next)

We can't take the pace of this rock and roll lifestyle.

Last night the cot-o-batics reached an all time high (or is that low).

I'd had a lovely quiet evening pottering about, watched a bit of telly from nine, went to bed at ten and happily finished off 'My Booky Wook' at about eleven.

Isobel, nearly always stirs around ten, has a fidget (or a rustle if heard through the monitor) and after about ten minutes of earnest thumb sucking is back asleep. Last night, true to form she stirred at about half past, after some rustling I thought, considering the lunchtime antics, I had better check where she was - all was fine.

More rustling...

Even more thumb sucking....

00:08 still thumb sucking....

So, I popped in.

Yep, she was on her tummy, earnestly trying, and failing to get back to sleep. I always admire the fact Isobel tries to get herself to sleep long before she starts shouting.

I turned her over, thought about it and thought perhaps the time for jiggling had come, just for expediency - I wanted to go to sleep!

I rocked for a while (see what I did with the tittle of the post yet?!), finally she looked sleepy again.

More thumb sucking....

01:10 SILENCE

Needless to say we are both a little weary this morning, and I'm a little confused; what I really don't understand at all, is that when she first rolled it was from front to back. Front to back is apparently the easiest, so why didn't she just roll back last night? But what I am begining to understand is why people have monitors where they can SEE what baby is up to!

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