Since I'm defensive, Judah did spend the night in his own bedroom for only the 3rd time ever. So I'm allowed a little extra irrational worry. It was looooong over due, and I was done with waking up all night long. Knowing myself oh so well, I knew I would be a lot less likely to hop out of bed so eagerly if he was at the other end of the house. He's pushing five months (tomorrow), and I decided he could deal. Don't worry - we had a lovely 3 am cuddle session - I didn't completely leave him high and dry. But I DID get a much needed good nights sleep, and I suppose my slight panic attack about his well being this morning was only a minor casualty. The little guy doesn't seem to be protesting the new change.
He's happy, happy, happy in case you couldn't tell.
And the little lady.
She be happy too. Daylight saving did her some good - oddly because we actually lost an hour. I'm sure she inherited the mental confusion from her mother.
Meanwhile, Judah is all like:
"...and I have to put up with both of them."
But he loves us. Yes, he does. We both ensure he has toys to play with at all times.
Rori is, admittedly, better at it than I am. But I feed the kid, so...he's not allowed to compare.
And last picture, then I'm leaving - promise. If you've ever wondered what I looked like as a child:
it's this, exactly this.
And I'm off - off to finish all my chores. Because if Monday doesn't start off with a bang of things gotten done the rest of the week is sure to be a waste.