Last night my gorgeous baby girl at 22 months old happily went to sleep without me. I was gutted! One of my most favourite things in the world is to watch her sleep; lts of cuddles and kisses, her nose against mine, her hand holding my finger or just my hand on her head. At least she still gave me lots of cuddles and kisses and it was sweet her saying 'ite, ite' to me as I left. As I mentioned on Facebook, it had to happen at some point.
As I'm sure I have mentioned in the past, all that controlled crying those health visitors and certain in-laws used to go on about to me seems so so wrong now I have a baby who sleeps for 12 hours most nights happily. I have never left her to cry and have never panicked about sorting out bedtimes and never left her side until she was content. She is such a happy little person for it. I did similar with HB but not to this extent, although, I wish I had. It's not that my others aren't happy, but they could have been more content babies. It's all those tears that never needed to happen, all those cuddles I could have got, especially when Chiara and N were small. I am so pleased I have treasured every cuddle and held H close for as long as possible. It seems the more you hold them the more secure they are - make sense really!
This is a little of H's sense of humour! Don't put the crisp up your nose I say and... Apparently it's very funny!
Kev's come home for lunch now -crumpets today! - oh, he's marking N's maths, gives me time to get ready to get out. I'm hoping to take them to the Museum today for this. For some reason HB says she doesn't want to go to the museum, I'm not sure why but I'm sure she'll love it once we're there: she usually does. Chiara and N on the other hand are very much looking forward to it. I will post about our day later I'm sure with lots of pictures!