Bag a baby

Happy New Year!

Whew what a busy Xmas it's been! Did you have a good one? Ours was great ('cept for the car, but that's another story).

Loads of photos, waaaay behind on updates, a scant few minutes before kidlet is ready for bed (he's starting to make phflbbbb noises with a few "moo!" whimpers).

The trick, (this week at least) is to make sure he's really quite sure he wants to go to sleep before doing the bedtime tango. Forget the books that say "get RIGHT on to it at the first sign of tiredness!" That might work for other babies; but definitely not for Braeden (or at least, this week).

Here's his majesty cooing and grinning on our bed, saying in effect "I'm quite comfy here, thank you!" (Just had a cuddle and a nappy change)



Here he is in full wail, totally outraged at being put in his own bed.

And about 20 minutes later, here he is when exhaustion and his mother won out in the face of extreme defiance!

(1,2,3 Awww..)

Yesterday I found a baby sleeping sack I'd bought at the first fabulous Plunket sale and forgot I had. A-Hah I thought! Maybe THIS will foil the dastardly child who routinely throws his legs straight up in the air when you're attempting to get him to sleep, and indeed, also when he's fast asleep! This wee baggie just might 1. keep him warm at night, and 2. thwart those irrepressible dancing feet!

And it did. Three times we've put kidlet to bed in this today, and each time he's gone to sleep in record time.

5 minutes the first time.

2 minutes the second.

30 seconds the third.

I'm about to attempt the 4th so fingers crossed, okay? (Back again.. he's in his sleep sack, happily drifting off to dreamland. I'll check on him in a minute or two. Oh MAN what a difference!)

To end this lightning fast update, here's a really cute shot taken three days ago at Barry's Bay on Banks Peninsula.

Yep. That scratch (and the matching one he gave himself on the other side of his nose the next day) signals that it's that time of the week when Dad trims all baby's nails, while Mum blows raspberries on baby's foot and distracts him with silly faces.

Eleven weeks old tomorrow. Where has the time gone!!!