Last night Arlo allowed me to have eight hours broken sleep. I don’t think I’ve had this much sleep since he was a newborn and waking every three hours on the dot.
Found at a garden centre and fixed to the pram, this served a great distraction when Arlo started complaining that garden centres and prams are boring.
I’ll admit that I have been quite apprehensive about the whole weaning thing.
We completed the sale on our first house five weeks before Arlo was born. We moved in a couple of weeks later, and finished all urgent work to the house just one week before I went into labour.
Can’t quite believe my boy is six months old today. This time half a year ago I was 6cm and getting very impatient. How I wish I could relive that day again.
Arlo has been teething since two and a half months. Well, that’s when the excessive dribbling and hand gnawing started.