Baby D, who has for some time now been a predictable sleeper, nodding off around ten and getting up at 7 am for his morning bottle, has decided to mix things up a bit. He snoozed off at 7 pm one evening, leaving Mommy D with a sense of anti climax to the busy blur that is her day. But then, he woke up at 3:30 am and announced his readiness to play! Then one day, he decided to sleep much later, but demanded a bottle at 2 am nevertheless. This sent Mommy D back to the drawing board, frantically planning nap times, play times, and feed times, all to no avail.
By accident rather than design, things are now back to normal with Baby D settling back into his schedule but Mommy D is still holding her breath. His sleep for one has become extremely active. Baby D kicks up a storm and is found orbiting all through the night. Mommy D was woken up on one such occasion to find Baby D stuck in his cradle, legs sticking out of the bars and head right up against the opposite bars. As we wait for his cot to arrive, Baby D sleeps on the bed with Mommy D, suitably fenced in, but orbiting all through the night. It's been a while since Mommy D herself has slept through the night!
And we now have to say bye bye to his cradle, which currently stands in the room with the forlorn air of one who realises he is obsolete.
Mommy D has changed too. Before Baby D came along, she was not in the habit of speaking to even her next door neighbours, if she could help it. Now she has been known to stop complete strangers walking their dogs with - " excuse me, may I point out your dog to my son? " and then she excitedly tells Baby D "look look, that's bow wow bow wow bow bow bow" even as the bemused neighbour waits for release.
Never before in their six year marriage have Mommy and Daddy D read out aloud to each other from a book, but now even when Baby D is not in their midst on skype, they have been known to recite - "Who's hiding behind the spruce? Peek - a - boo! It's a moose!"
Sadly, we are having to ...lay Mr Rattlesworth to rest. He has lost his song. We haven't yet broken the news to Baby D, and hope very much that he'll forget, so we won't have to tell him. The debate was in Mommy D's mind as to whether to replace Mr Rattlesworth with Mrs Moo or something more grown up than a rattle. Finally she decided to get him a toy drum with flashing lights and melodies and the works. This is the first toy that Baby D has actually tried to do something to other than eat! It's early days yet, but Mommy D is hopeful she has a budding musician on her hands.
And finally, Mr Spots is thinking of ways to reinvent himself, as Baby D more and more looks at him reminiscently but distantly.
By accident rather than design, things are now back to normal with Baby D settling back into his schedule but Mommy D is still holding her breath. His sleep for one has become extremely active. Baby D kicks up a storm and is found orbiting all through the night. Mommy D was woken up on one such occasion to find Baby D stuck in his cradle, legs sticking out of the bars and head right up against the opposite bars. As we wait for his cot to arrive, Baby D sleeps on the bed with Mommy D, suitably fenced in, but orbiting all through the night. It's been a while since Mommy D herself has slept through the night!
And we now have to say bye bye to his cradle, which currently stands in the room with the forlorn air of one who realises he is obsolete.
Mommy D has changed too. Before Baby D came along, she was not in the habit of speaking to even her next door neighbours, if she could help it. Now she has been known to stop complete strangers walking their dogs with - " excuse me, may I point out your dog to my son? " and then she excitedly tells Baby D "look look, that's bow wow bow wow bow bow bow" even as the bemused neighbour waits for release.
Never before in their six year marriage have Mommy and Daddy D read out aloud to each other from a book, but now even when Baby D is not in their midst on skype, they have been known to recite - "Who's hiding behind the spruce? Peek - a - boo! It's a moose!"
Sadly, we are having to ...lay Mr Rattlesworth to rest. He has lost his song. We haven't yet broken the news to Baby D, and hope very much that he'll forget, so we won't have to tell him. The debate was in Mommy D's mind as to whether to replace Mr Rattlesworth with Mrs Moo or something more grown up than a rattle. Finally she decided to get him a toy drum with flashing lights and melodies and the works. This is the first toy that Baby D has actually tried to do something to other than eat! It's early days yet, but Mommy D is hopeful she has a budding musician on her hands.
And finally, Mr Spots is thinking of ways to reinvent himself, as Baby D more and more looks at him reminiscently but distantly.
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