Oh, what a beautiful morning!
Nick and I have been blessed. The last few days we have been blessed with a magical and rare mythological beast. We have been blessed with a sleeping child!
I’m not just talking the standard 12 hours we have come to expect from Busby. I’m talking a full-on teenager-esk 15 hours worth of sleep!!
Two days in a row!
On Friday morning I awoke slightly worried that I could hear the school children flocking to the school on our road. Checking the time (08:37am) I tiptoed into Busby’s room, only to find her snoring away cuddling Flopsy bunny.
I made my way downstairs, put on the kettle and prepared my breakfast… convinced that she’d wake up once she heard me clomping about.
With a hot cup of tea and breakfast in hand, I returned up the stairs and climbed back into bed. “Now is the time,” I thought as I took my first sip of tea, “Now is the time when she will wake.”
I flipped open the iPad and laptop. I did some blog promotion. Some freelance work.
Not a peep.
I got changed into (relatively) clean clothes. I brushed my hair. I applied some make-up. I checked the time: 9:40am. “Surely,” I thought as I made the bed, “Surely she will wake up soon.”
Brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I heard her stir.
I was greeted with a huge smile, a nappy full of poo and a very hyper baby.
Saturday morning was the same. Nick and I shared a hot cup of tea in bed together (this is not an euphemism) and looked very confused at the Busby sized hole between us.
“What do we do?” we asked each other.
“May I suggest Owl Babies?”