Sleep nighty night

Gina Ford - who is either regarded as a saint or passed off as a psycho-midwife with a swift 'she was never a mother' - is all about a strict routine. We've read her books and the Baby Whisperer's too and now have Aidan in a routine as such:

7am: Wake up. Feed, a change, top and tail and a little play

8: Sleep

10: Wake up. Feed, change, play in chair or gym

11:3o: Sleep

1:30pm - 2: Wake up. Feed and play

3 - 4:40 or 5: Sleep. Afternoon stroll

5 - 7: Wake up.  Feed,  kick around on the mat, bath-time, feed

7 - 8: Cry, sleep, cry, sleep

8 - 11: Wake him for a feed.  If he's doesn't fall asleep he'll drin

k a lot, if he's sleepy it can be tough getting milk inside him.

11:30: Sleep

4: Feed

4:20: Sleep

7: Wake up and start all over again.

Please note most parents overstate their skills.  This is part of their survival tactics.  We don't get the routine down all the time, maybe 50 per cent. Ok, a bit less.

Random things we've noticed:

Just before he's getting ready for his sleep he'll give a big stare or yawn (Thanks Baby Whisperer).  If we don't catch these signs there'll be a long hard cry.  We try to catch these signs.

If we swaddle him he sleeps better.

If he's up longer than an hour in the morning he goes into a meltdown.

His dummy is a good aid to sleep but if it falls out of his mouth too soon it can be more trouble than it's worth.

The toughest time for him is 7pm - 8pm. He sometimes wants to play or eat or suck on his dummy or simply cry. Rarely does he want to go straight down to sleep.

He now knows bath-time.  He's started smiling while in the bath and if he misses it, which we did twice this last week, he let's us know with a loud raucous yell.

If we don't get enough food in him at the night feed (11pm - 11:3opm) he wakes early and will have to have two middle-of-the-night feeds, sometimes sending him off kilter in the morning. We then worry how the rest of the day will pan out.

The only problem with the routine is that when we don't follow it, or Aidan has an off day with it, it'll be a major worry for us.  It usually bothers us more than him.

Goodbye Matt

Matt's just left for the airport.  After trips to Rochester and Hastings, a tour of Jack the Ripper's streets, the best lamb he's ever tasted,  sampling a few British ales, a flight on the London Eye, a trip on London's best tour bus - the number 88 to Camden, and a fun time telling old stories when tired from creating these new ones, he's going back home.  

He's says it's been the fastest week of his life.

He'll be missed.

Especially by one little girl. Liz and Sophie have an extra week of day trips, helping with bath-time and sleeping on our blow-up mattress. 

Monkey magic

Aidan had his 6 week check up today.  He's 9 weeks 2 days - God bless the NHS.  

Anyway, he's now 12 pounds 2 ounces.  His eyes were checked.  Ears checked. Hips. Back. Heart. Stomach and more. There was lots of poking and prodding and he came through it all. Erin says he's perfect.  I think the doctor said he was normal but we'll go with Erin's verdict.

He's now ready for his injections.  Boo.

There's no reason for this photo on this post.  It's just for fun.  Aidan's the one on the left.

The Apprentice

Last week was half-term here.  It gave Caz the chance to come over for the afternoon.   

During the time she was with Erin and Aidan, she was mistaken for a yummy mummy, fed the boy and did bath-time.

She looked very relaxed while doing it all.  They both talked about how all the boys should come over and learn how it's done.  And serve their apprenticeship.  I think that would be the best form of contraception ever.

To justify this thought, Erin got a text later that evening saying: Had a great afternoon but I'm exhausted.

Hope it didn't put her off babysitting.

Day tripping

We took Aidan on his first day trip today.  We killed two birds with one group saver and went to a cathedral and a castle in Rochester.

Aidan ate while Matt, Liz and Sophie went to the castle.

Liz told Aidan all about it.

Sophie said the princess castle was magical.

After he irreverently checked out the acoustics of the cathedral Erin calmed Aidan down.

The trip was a great. Aidan was great, but having four adults to two children seems much more efficient than two adults to one baby.  One thing we've noticed is that Aidan's routine is set. He's got it down.  We feed him, change him, then he sleeps, and everything's all right. Everything except for the evening.  If you miss his bath-time, things can get tough. Things got a little tough on the way home tonight.  But he's tucked up safely in bed after drifting off very well.  But only after a bath.

Relative calm - part 4

All is fine and dandy in our flat.  Sophie is playing with all the teddy bears we have in the place - putting them to bed.  And Aidan is dreaming of milk, black and white pictures or reflections of himself in the mirror.

But three hours ago, at London Bridge, when we left Matt and Liz to go on a ghost tour, and we set off to take Aidan and Sophie home, it was a different story.  Aidan decided to let the whole of the South Bank know he wasn't happy. He was off schedule and wanted his bath.  Right there and then.

Erin found a spot away from the busker who only knew Oasis and Beatles numbers and slowly but surely eased him.  When he calmed down, we all did.  And we were doing well with our new 2.4 children until Sophie asked where her mommy and daddy were.  Erin and I looked at each other and told her they'd be home later.  It was worrying until The Tickle Monster game started.  For this, all you have to do is say tickle tickle then giggle.  It was a perfect deflection. But it went on and on and on and on.  And on.  The only break came during a stressful time getting on the bus to the London Eye when Aidan was screaming for something we still don't know why.  With two other screaming babies on the bus we felt relieved.  But not sure what the other passengers felt.

More tickling on the second bus and we got home.

Aidan has slept ever since. Sophie has introduced us to the world of Dora the Explorer, eaten our pizza and drunk our juice, and exhausted our supply of cuddly toys.

I don't know about jet lag but I'm tired.

Relative calm - part 3

It's been an afternoon of sleep.

The usual.

Jet lag.

Family Time.