My baby girl is a model baby. The saying 'sleeping like a baby' was made for her I'm sure, so it's not often I have to get up in the night to feed her, she mostly sleeps through. Last night (or should I say early this morning) she had different ideas.
Today started when the boy woke at 4.30am, the man got him back to bed no worries, phew, crises averted, but then the girl decided she wanted up too - so up gets Mummy bright eyed and bushy tailed - not.
It's funny what you think of sitting quietly in the dark in the middle of the night. Thousands of thoughts run through my mind, some profound, and some rather silly, like this limerick I made up while I was waiting for lil' miss to finish 'side two' - (inspired by her reluctance to take a bottle and my liquid gold going to waste each day after somewhat of an effort to 'harvest' it).
There once was a baby from Whiti
And drinking from bottles made her sh!tty
Mummy wants to go to a concert
But baby just never wants it
And if Mummy misses out that'd be a pitty
Now the idea of a limerick of course, is that it is a nonsense poem, so hopefully by writing a limerick about something that's true, it might somehow cancel out and our bottle feeding woes will be over.
She did show signs of cottoning on to the idea last night. So fingers crossed that in a few weeks time Mummy will be rocking along to the sounds of her youth.
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