I made a deal with the Mummy that we would take it in turns getting up with the Baby this weekend so the other could have a lie in. The Mummy was feeling a bit under the weather so I took the first night. Bad move. The Baby woke up at 11’40, drank then woke up at 3am for over an hour and then every half hour after that until I gave in and got up.
The Baby is a morning person and usually in high spirits upon awakening. I celebrated this by taking a rare opportunity to leave the room without his screaming and chasing me. I popped into the adjoining kitchen to make some much needed coffee and wash his bottles.
I was congratulating myself on remembering his complicated morning routine and being in a good mood despite it being before 6 am when I suddenly realized it was quiet. Too quiet.
Muttering curses I threw the half washed bottles into the sink and high-tailed it back into the other room, praying no lasting damage had been done lest the Mummy never feel able to sleep in again.
For a heart stopping instant couldn’t see him. Oh crud, I lost the Baby.
Never fear, a muffled noise drew my attention under the table.
Don’t mind us- just enjoying a tissue snack.
The Dog, who has been in trouble for this before, immediately knew she was for it and ran away to hide. The Baby nonchalantly cast me an uninterested glance and then continued pushing tissues into his already bulging cheeks.
‘Um…would you like some breakfast, guys?’
What trouble have your tots been getting into when they were ominously quiet?