Why is that? Well, first: E decided to sleep through the night. The whole night. IN HIS COT! (Thank you for letting me internet shout that last part. It's kind of a big deal.) I'm not sure what tipped it, though the apparent growth spurt he's in does seem to make him more inclined to go to sleep nicely. I also put him in his cot awake and (parenting confession moment in 3..2...1...) I got in with him. Yup, imagine my feet awkwardly sticking through the bars and the long, long length of me S-bending around E and all his stuffed animals to fit into his cot. I let him have his binky and cuddle with me: no singing, no breastfeeding (though he did keep his hand on my exposed tummy): just a quiet cuddle. After that point, he was out in a few minutes, stayed out when I clambered out to close the door, and never woke either of us in the night. The Husband got up with him at 5:00 and then from 8:00 to 10:00 he had another nap in our bed. No complaints here! If Mama can get a full night's rest, it's a wonderful world!
Everything else, really, has been icing on the cake. I got the chance to nap with E this morning to catch up on some of the sleep I've gone without earlier in the week. (Bonus!) When the valuation guy came to inspect our flat I could rest easy knowing the place was already tidy and entirely not embarassing. So that went well even when you consider the following equation: phone off = didn't get the reminder I set = woke up as he knocked on the door. So says the transitive property of maths. Thankfully, I could throw on some jeans and a hoodie and answer the door without looking like I'd just rolled out of bed.
E then woke up very happy and enjoyed some time playing all over the house while I got us ready to run a quick errand. (Didn't you just know there'd be things at Sainsbury's we needed?) While we were out getting a new binky & clip (E has squirreled his away somewhere along with my BBT thermometer and other odds and ends. Perhaps they're in Narnia...) I managed to find some vacuum storage bags!
Now, this is not me coming late to the game: I've known about vacuum pack storage bags for years, but I never really needed them until now. Once we came home and had a healthy lunch (most of which I tried to let E feed himself), I packed most of his old baby clothes away, sucked the air out of the bag, and stored everything back under his cot: now taking up much less space.
Nominal tidying done, we read a few books before heading out on a brief 2-mile run. It's not a real day in our house unless someone has read some Oliver Jeffers.
|both via, Oliver Jeffers.com|
So what is going on now in my awesome day? Well, E fell asleep on our run (what is this witchcraft?) so he's having a second nap today. This means I get to read more of my feeds, update the blog, do some exercises, and relax. We're experimenting with a TV-free day today: no Alphablocks, no Small Potatoes. After 2 days where E kept insisting that something was playing on the computer, I've decided to put my foot down for a while. He's read, played, run around outside, and napped, and I've played with him; but I haven't put any videos on the computer...just some music in the background. So far, so good. He hasn't even noticed that the 'TV' - such as it is in this house - is gone.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go raise a glass and toast myself for a day of successful parenting.