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Sleep Training

I’ve been exceptionally lucky, when it comes to Byron’s sleeping patterns. It only took him until the age of seven weeks, before he decided that sleep is in fact awesome and he’d like some more of it— and so he just decided to sleep through one night. And the one after that. And the next. And so on. I can remember texting my mum after the fifth night and saying something along the lines of

He’s done it again! This is just a phase… right?!

Well, apparently not.

I wish I had some kind of answer for the sleep-deprived, bleary-eyed mothers who ask, “How the hell did you do this?!” because in truth, I just don’t know. There’s a belief that formula-fed babies sleep better, because they’re fuller and also less likely to wake up to want that cuddle with their mama. I only breastfed for the first few weeks and then B was formula-fed, so that could be a part of it, but I guess we’ll never know if that had any effect.

A lot of parents put their child’s sleeping habits down to a great routine— but we’ve never imposed a strict bedtime routine, or any routine for that matter. Perhaps we would have, had Byron not started sleeping through the night so early, but I think we were both probably a bit too worried about upsetting this routine he’d set himself and we didn’t want to risk the 2am and 4am feeds again! After a while, it seemed like he was getting tired at around the same time every evening, so we put him to bed at 8:30pm and we still do. I know this probably horrifies some parents— and I know I get some odd looks when I turn up at the supermarket at 7:30pm to grab some milk, with a baby that’s wide awake— but it works for us.

And the same goes for daytime naps; we simply let him sleep when he’s tired. He’s got it down to a morning nap and a longer afternoon one, but the morning z’s are sloping off now, as he gets older and he’s starting to sleep for a little longer through the night. It’s no big deal to him or us if his naps are a little earlier or later than usual. It allows us to sometimes do things that we otherwise wouldn’t.

Now 15 months down the line, we have something that resembles a rough routine, I’ve started to think more about sleep training (especially since reading about Charlotte’s success!) A few months ago, I started to put Byron down in his cot awake for bedtime (he’s usually with us until he’s asleep) using the cry it out technique. It worked to some extent but we failed to do it every single night and soon fell back into a routine of having a cuddle before bed time.

More recently, he’s been getting really clingy with me and won’t settle down with his dad, if he knows I’m in the room. He cries and cries, until I have him, when he just instantly stops! So we’re going to take us both out of the equation and start to put him to bed on his own, before he understands even more what’s happening, grows up and things get even harder. It’ll be nice to not have to be the one to get him to sleep every night and I know he can get himself to sleep, because he does it in the day and he gets himself back to sleep in the night too.

If you’ve done any sleep training with your child, please let me know how it went!

Byron at 15 Months

Excuse me for sounding like a broken record, but 15 months— where has the time gone? I can remember his birth like it was yesterday, although thankfully, the sleepless nights and 2am feeds feel like a lifetime ago. I look back at photos of his scrunched up little newborn face and wonder when he became this expressive little boy, with a grin that’s somehow wider than his face. Pulling faces is one of his favourite things, even if they don’t match his emotions. The Frown is my current fav, as seen in the centre here:

He loves: playing with people’s feet and ankles; poking belly buttons; pulling hair; giving anything/everything a good pat with his hands; saying “nah”; chocolate Philadelphia; short, sharp, high-pitched screams; Tomy squeaky eggs; crawling to the mirror in the hallway to see the bubba; dancing (particular favourites seems to be the Hollyoaks theme tune, The Big Bang Theory theme tune, Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross and Meshuggah. He’s nothing if not eclectic!); shouting “nummy nummy nnnnaaaa!”; swiping my glasses off my face; growing teeth apparently, as there’s at least 16 in there now (but getting inside that moosh to check, with those sharp fangs, is getting dangerous!); cheese & pickle sandwiches; trying to fathom the clips and buckles that keep him in his highchair; his little Thomas The Tank Engine suitcase full of toys; baked beans on toast.

He doesn’t like: when other people eat and he’s not eating; the bell on his Fisherprice garage; grass— just like his mama when she was a little bean!

He’s learnt to: stand up by himself; get himself to sitting without having to roll over on his front first; be even more awesome.

This little boy is a peg-growin’, hair-pullin’, sofa-cruisin’ dude.

5 Ways To Make A Toddler Laugh

001. Swish your hair around your head like a windmill. The faster and closer to them, the better!

002. Allow them to go for a pee anywhere that is not their nappy. (Apparently, wee-soaked floors and parents are hilarious.)

003. Pretend to chase them anywhere & everywhere. Babies have no fear.

004. Take a firm grip of their legs and simply dangle. It may look like a plain magnolia coloured wall right now, but upside down, that is a funny plain magnolia coloured wall.

005. Give them anything that makes a loud noise, especially when thrown at the floor. An iPhone or other expensive gadget will do.

The Week In Notes • #011

001. Byron has come down with a nasty cold and chesty cough in the last few days. I knew it was coming, because our baby who usually sleeps like a big ol’ log, woke up on Tuesday night— just for a cuddle, from his Daddy. So we took a trip to Boots one afternoon to stock up on the remedies that I know won’t really do anything, because there’s no cure for a cold— but it makes me (& hopefully him!) feel better, while this snotty nose runs it’s course. I’ve put him to bed tonight dosed up on cough syrup and plonked him in a room full of Olbas Oil vapour. There’s something really cute and lovely about rubbing “Snuffle Baby” (a baby version of Vicks VapoRub) into his lovely, soft, little chest!

002. My parents returned from their trip to the USA recently and spoilt us all rotten, with gifts from Sephora, American food and lots of clothes and shoes for B-Bot, including baby Converse! So. Cute. They’re all still a little bit big, but I know it won’t be long until he’s trondling about in them! We’re hoping to join them in Florida next year, which is very exciting! Up until now, myself and Ashley have been lucky enough to go on a holiday abroad every year that we’ve been together, but Florida will be our first holiday (besides Cornwall) since our honeymoon to the Maldives in 2011! Needless to say, it will be epic. It’ll be time to start researching things to do, soon! I went to Florida with my parents in 2005 a few months after I started seeing Ashley and he’s been wanting to go ever since, so needless to say he’s a big, excited kid!

003. Byron’s wardrobe was long overdue a sort-out, so I completed that mammoth task at the beginning of the week. One of his wardrobe doors wouldn’t actually close. Oops! I opened up the vacuum bags of the stuff I’d already packed away a year ago and had a little moment, looking at his 0-3 month vests and jogging bottoms that probably wouldn’t even reach his knees, these days. I can see how he’s changed and grown and developed when I look back at photos of him, but it’s only when I looked at his little clothes that I realised just how much he’s grown. Well, that and the fact I can just about carry him and my handbag up the stairs, now. Long gone are the days of carrying a baby in his carseat, a weeks worth of shopping, my handbag and his rocker all in one go!

The Happy List

MUFE HD Foundation Fox’s Classic Original Biscuit Bars Jelly Tots! coleslaw and southern fried chicken subs the lack of traffic on my commute to work— bless you, half term holiday! The Apprentice our friend’s surprise engagement party!

It’s Time For Little Boy Shoes

Ok, so considering the grey skies outside, I’m not quite sure we can even call this British climate spring yet, let alone summer— but that doesn’t stop me looking at what the high street has to offer! Byron has been cruising the furniture for a while now and has begun to get the courage to stand up himself, so it’s only a matter of time before he starts walking independently. A sure sign that he’s growing up, is buying him his first pair of proper shoes! There are lots of cute girls shoes available everywhere, but as I’ve found with a lot of children’s clothing, there’s not always so much variety for boys.

I have however discovered a few gems in John Lewis:

Baby Birkenstocks? Iddy-biddy Converse? LITTLE BOAT SHOES?! Please, stop me before I die of cute.

Disclaimer: This post contains a sponsored link— but I really do LOVE these shoes! You can read more about my policy on sponsored content, here.