a day in history

our little man is growing up.
two teeth (and a bump).
three legged crawling & personal impersonations of spiders.
and moving out of the hammock.....

oh we've loved that hammock, the cosy bouncing bed that c has used since he was brand new, bringing about sound deep sleep, snuggled up, cacooned like he was still in the womb. and as we've watched him grow we've wondered just how long he'll be able to continue using it as his head and feet seem to be rapidly approaching either end.

the question was answered in the middle of the night.

after a week and a bit of 'sleeping through' we really thought we'd cracked it: that we were back on the path towards normaldom, towards wholenightsleep, towards bag-less eyes and super happy mama and papa. but no. the bump (tooth in transit) has made life a little difficult for c (we guess) and so he decided sleeping through was over rated when you can have a wee cry in the middle of the night and then get a big cuddle from mama and papa....

but the other night something happened.

he wriggled and jiggled and grizzled and then: sat upright in his hammock.

i woke up to the silhouette of an upright calix. i was out of bed before you could say: what the fork... because the hammock isn't designed for upright babies, the balance goes all skewiff and therefore the likelihood of him launching himself elsewhere is quite high.

and so, in the middle of the night the hammock was evacuated. the next morning the hammock was washed and packed, back into it's little box, ready for it's next bundle. and c is now sleeping in a borrowed cot.

it's so huge. he wriggles and ends up in a corner- i guess used to the confined space, the overnight 'cuddles' of a hammock wall.... with the high sides he looks a little like he's just been handed some sort of sentence for learning to sit upright.

we've been toying with the idea of making him a little futon, but seeing how much he wriggles and escapes the blanket we just know the poor wee sausage will spend his night on the floor... so we've got a cot.

but, to make sure he still gets his overnight loves he sleeps with two companions: dandy-lion and dodo, 2 gentlemanly lions , one each from his french nannie (dodo) and his kiwi granny (dandy-lion), who give him each a kiss on either cheek on behalf of nannie and granny and stay tucked up under either arm.

aiie, the times they are a changing....