Save our Sleep

A mere few weeks ago we enjoyed sleep-filled nights, a glorious 12 hours from 8pm-8am. I (somewhat naively) thought that was it. At least for the next few years. Oh how foolish I feel now. Now that we're getting a mere 9.30pm-7am, or at worst 10pm-6am, with 2 or 3 wakings during the night.

All of a sudden 'Save our Sleep' is all I can think about.

A week before Christmas we had the perfect storm - a combination of no more soo-soos (soothers) at night (finally!), an ability to climb out of their cots and open doors, as well as an inability to fully comprehend just how bad lack of sleep is has led to a severe lack of a solid 6 hours. It's literally torture.

I'm prepared to throw money at the problem (£230 is the going rate, apparently) but the man in 'His' camp isn't, hmmm.

This lack of sleep does make you realise that you're not the only one going around like a zombie. Gradually, it dawns on you that it's highly likely half your work colleagues are only partially awake while doing their jobs too.

Despite this, I (and said work colleagues) have managed to publish an events guide for London in 2013 which gives me a great sense of achievement. Luckily, readers won't know the Christmas eve panic proof reading that went into this... unless they read this blog, of course.

1 - 1 - 2013

2013 got off to a s**t start, very literally, as Oscar's nappy had somehow managed to release itself - and its unsavoury contents - all over his pyjamas and duvet covet. Not ideal when you've got to bed at 3am the night before and your head is pounding. But I can't complain. Him indoors was confined to our flat while I was out celebrating New Year's Eve - giving 2013 an enthusiastic welcome.

A very happy, civilised Christmas 2012 was spent at Grandpa's house in Dorset and on Boxing Day we were on our way to Grandma Bentley's in Cardiff.

We managed to avoid scenes of manic present opening - I had dreaded witnessing a frenzy of abandoned gifts barely acknowledged while their ungrateful recipients moved onto the next unwrapping. The children are more civilised than I thought.

Thank you to all our nearest and dearest for the gorgeous gifts - books a-plenty (Room on the Broom now joining other favourites creating a current top three of The Gruffalo and We're Going on a Bear Hunt), Brio train tracks (love), Lego (most played with toy of 2012), cosy winter PJs, Peppa Pig laptop and TV as well as pots for the first teeth.

We're getting lots of proper sentences now which is so lovely. But I do also love the mispronounciations including:

mecime - medicine
yee yee - raisins (no relation)
I'll add more as I remember / hear them

Mis-singing of nursery rhymes is also quite a common theme. The one about 'Tommy Thumb', somebody Small, which Oscar loves to sing to himself had me baffled for weeks. I had no idea what he was going on about. Grandma enlightened me.

Happy 2013. Hope to write more regularly this year

Oscar warming up in Mummy's hat

Summer 2012

We had an amazing summer in 2012 and I want to make a note of it so the children, reading this when they're 18, can say "we were there!"

The Queen's Diamond Jubilee - we saw the boats and had a street party. The Olympics - we saw the flame (twice) as it relay-ed around London; the second time it rowed past us on the Gloriana, a wonderful sight. And we (Mummy and Daddy) saw Team GB winning dressage gold at Greenwich. Olympic fever really caught hold across the country, even the cynics were silenced.

With the Paralympics coming to an end this weekend it's a good time to summarise what's been going on the past few months.

Oscar and Caitlin turned two. Grandma and Tony came to London to help celebrate, treating the birthday boy and girl to ice cream - which they'd only had a handful of times in their short lives.

We had holidays in Ireland and Wales - I fell in love with Tenby, a picturesque seaside town in Pembrokeshire which, fortunately for us, felt more like Spain than south west Wales due to the heatwave (in an otherwise wet summer) which was baking the sand while we were there.

I'm only getting around to posting this on 1st January 2013 so it all feels like a distant memory today. The babies are already 2 and a half now and things that were preoccupying us a mere 6 months ago have been overtaken by a list of new issues. Prime among these are trying (in a very long, drawn out sort of way) to buy a house. Second on the list is the new (lack of) bedtime routine which involves our terrible two staying up until 9.30pm (gone are the days of asleep at 7, sadly). Speaking of which, Caitlin is screaming in a 'tired newborn' way right now, gotta go.