We had the predictable 5.30 wake up yesterday but 7.30 this morning to our surprise. There's no rhyme or reason to that child, I swear!
We have a bank holiday here in Ireland today. Yesterday and today he's been very good and we really can't complain. It's been wet but he's been getting into colouring books for the first time so he hasn't been too bad. He literally had no interest before this.
Saturday was hell though. After his morning walk he refused to take his coat off. We tried a dozen times but he ended up napping in it and having lunch in it.....even when we changed his nappy he wouldn't take it off! So at dinner I put him into his chair and basically forcibly removed it. I was very nice about it but he went completely fucking POSTAL. A huge toddler meltdown, making himself sick etc, first time he'd ever been like that, total hysteria. It was horrific.
Eventually (to cut a very log story short) it was over and he sat up at the table eating his blasted curry, giggling and chatting away as if nothing had happened whilst I crouched on the kitchen sofa behind him sobbing silently whilst breastfeeding the baby with DH hugging me.
So....that was a bad day. But two good days out of three aint bad, right?