|I'm going to grow This Tall!|
Like having a toddler decide that bedtime is right this second, and no it cannot wait while you cook dinner, My Mummy (her latest phrase, which makes me sound like some weird deity or something).
The last two nights, Abbey has had major evening meltdowns and been in bed between 5 and 5.30pm. Steve and I have worried over whether she'd wake during the night, starving and ready to start her day at 3am... and then shrugged and enjoyed a couple of quiet evenings together.
Our concerns proved wrong, as she's slept 14 hours each of those nights, waking at her usual morning time. Perfect - except for my regret of not taking to bed super early myself and sharing an amount of sleep that is made up of double digits. Unfortunately, my inner control freak took over and I made the most of the opportunity to work instead.
Tonight I learnt my lesson (not the sleep lesson, though), and had dinner prepared and ready to serve by 4.30pm. Yes, you read that correctly. And I channelled my inner European Mama, grinning as I watched her gobble it all up and offering her seconds and thirds (which she willingly ate). I do love that feeling of putting a full-bellied child to bed.
All that sleep, combined with all that food (this was also a day that saw her eat a punnet of strawberries, two eggs and two pieces of toast for lunch) leads me to believe we may have a little girl about to hit a growth spurt.
Either that or she's inherited my appetite.