If I were to name today’s post something other than “Day Seven” it would be “My Baby is a Weirdo”. She tried to settle herself down to sleep tonight by lying on the side of her cot. Not on her side in the cot. On the wood. Her gorgeous chunky legs in the cot, bending her body into a z shape and resting her head on the wood.
What have I created?
Bedtime has become trickier these past few weeks. Bless her. She learned to roll from her back to her front when she was 3 months old but didn’t work out crawling for a good four months after that. Now that she has learned to crawl, it is all she does. It is wonderful and I am so proud. She seems proud, and content and happy. And loves to practice. And practice. (And practice) The “problem” is now twofold. One, she likes to try out her movements in her cot and two, it’s like she has a checklist and is now moving on to the next item. Pulling herself up. So I’m currently battling a climbing moron, chasing a sleep-crawling baby up and down her cot, and soothing a confused Daftie when she wakes herself up, thanks to excessive midnight manoeuvres.
Even though she has been waking more than she used to and I am breathtakingly tired, I genuinely just feed bad for her. Even though she has woken herself up more than once in an hour by rolling onto her tummy, she is far too confused to feel anything but empathy. And a modicum of disdainful eye-rolling.
I only just scraped through the steps today as it was a necessary dealing with domesticity day. I had food that needed cooked, a delivery arriving, washing to do, so the majority of my walking was done in the flat. We did get out for a walk around the block though. Oh and there was a good deal of chasing Daftie done too. Sorry. That should read Chasing Daftie as she was the one doing the chasing…
Vitamin drops finally given!
I may be getting the hang of this.
Travels With My Daftie 