Last night we took the first step on what I suspect may be a long journey: readjusting Jules’ sleeping patterns.
We’ve fallen into just a couple of bad habits over the last six months, probably since he got sick and went off his food. Neither are particularly bad habits, but I suspect they’re still going to be tough ones to break, but worthwhile — for us, and for Jules. The primary one is that we’ve been letting him come and sleep in our bed when he wakes up overnight, usually 3am or so. The second, more subtle (but likely related) is that we’ve been staying in his room and reading to him until he falls asleep.
Last night Dee took point: I read to him for ten minutes, then left while he was still awake. For the next FOREVER he cried, got up, threw himself on the ground, wailed some more — and each time, Tough Mummy picked him up and put him back without a word, Super Nanny style. Each time, he wailed louder but for shorter periods, and each time he stayed closer to his own room; in the end, he would walk to the door, then put himself back to bed when Dee came towards him.
Same thing overnight (Dee again; it’s my turn tonight) — he got up, was put back, fought it for a while, stayed in his own bed. Quite a struggle, especially at 3am (and then again at 5am), but eventually he stayed in bed.
And then when I got up at 7am this morning, I saw this:
Happy new year! Good riddance to 2013 and roll on 2014, says I.
We celebrated with the Melrose clan (the Scots) by taking a picnic down to Bicentennial Park for the fireworks display — it’s the park right near our house, so not too far to go and we had a good view of the fireworks from both the Harbour Bridge and in Balmain. We also weren’t the only people with the same idea! Very family friendly: they even put on early fireworks (“fa th’ wee wains”) at 9pm, after which Dee took Jules home to bed. He was kind of over the crowds and noise anyway. It was a pretty impressive show!
We had a few drinks, it must be said, but we also had a stack of sandwiches (Dee) and pastries (Dot) to help even our respective keels. We sat around on a blanket (ooh, which I need to pop in the washing machine! Red wine accident, thanks Rab) and chatted — me picking Andy’s brains on how to prep for a marathon, what kind of nutrition he uses before, during and afterwards, etc. Did I mention I’m running the Sydney Marathon this year? And Andy may fly back for it too (but he’s already run a marathon, so is already much, much more advanced than I am).
2013 wasn’t all bad for me personally, but it certainly had moments that felt like it was never going to end. To focus on the positive:
Some of the stuff I’m looking forward to this year includes:
So that’s it! I’m going to have a look at the calendar to plan a visit (to Cockatoo, and Bendigo) but in the meantime feel free to update the blog!