Three for the last time

In the last week around here there has been launched by me a "war on defiance". But, like the "war on terror" and "war on drugs" it seems that while there may be minor victories scored occasionally, there is never really going to be any true winner.

I think the reason I've been so caught up in trying to stamp out any dodgy behaviour is that I've been working toward this point for nine months now and was hoping that the arrival of the new baby would see us with a two and a half year old boy who went to sleep without any fuss, stayed in his bed all night without calling out to me (pat me mummy, read me a story without pictures mummy, there's a monster mummy) and recognised the importance of a day nap. And despite there being times over the past nine months when Ollie has been capable of all of these things, it seems that now is just not that time. There have been plenty of tears on both of our parts over the past week or so but I have now realised that it just isn't worth the hassle so I've decided to take a more laid back approach - not just to maintain my sanity, but also because I've worked out that I've got four nights in the hospital where Ollie's bedtime antics just aren't my problem!!!! I've never spent a night away from him so this will probably do us both good. Mind you, I will probably have my hands full with the new little sleep destroyer in this family.

Absolute lowlight of the week? We stupidly let Ollie eat a giant chocolate chip cookie with smarties on it. BIG MISTAKE! He doesn't eat huge amounts of sugar but we have noticed his behaviour after consuming it on previous occasions. But honestly, this must have been super duper strength over proof sugar. It was like the kid was on speed. He was totally spinning around, climbing things (practically the walls) and just carrying on in a way we had never ever seen before. He absolutely refused to sleep (not surprisingly) and even climbed out of the port a cot that Nick put him in so he might be convinced to nap. Thankfully the effects wore off after a few hours and eventually our sweet little boy was returned to normal. The only silver lining? He went to sleep that night with absolutely no fuss at all as the poor little bugger was so tired.

Here is evidence of the cookie being consumed:

Learning the art of dunking cookies in milk.

Definitely one satisfied little customer.

We should have known by the look on his face in this pic that there was just a tad too much sugar being consumed!!!

So this is my last blog as a mother of one. It is now only three more sleeps until we meet our newest family member. This is not yet terrifying me as much as it probably should. I think I'm fairly calm about it because I must have forgotten what a newborn was like. But I figure she can't cause too much hassle as she can't run away from me or talk back to me. And it is not like I haven't gotten used to extremely limited sleep over the past couple of years.

I'm sure it will still be a rude shock. But an absolutely wonderful one. Stay tuned for lots of photos of squishy newborn cheeks and chubby little thighs. It is definitely going to get a whole lot more fun around here!!