Isn't it ironic!

I've had a bit of trouble getting little lord & master to sleep today. I blame the nor'wester.

Nap #3 was attempted at 1pm, and an hour later I gave it up as a bad joke because he was far more interested in throwing his blankies off to suck on his toes, and grin at me every time I popped my head in to see if silent news was good news.

So out he came for a snack and a play, and a nappy change.

We tried again at 3.30, and after a bit of resistence, off he went.

At 3.50 an almighty rapping sounded at the back door, mere feet from where Braeden lay sleeping. A neighbour's son (hitherto unmet and obviously didn't realise it was a house with a baby in it) used his knuckle jewellery to rap on our glass (I hate it when people do that) to tell me that our senile old dog had wandered down to his house, and leapt up on his bed for a cuddle.

Wobble stood there grinning at this guy's feet. Loyalty thy name is NOT Golden Retriever!

I whisked the dog inside, whispering "Thanks, but can we keep it down? I've got a baby asleep inside." Pretty sure the guy failed to hear me as he loudly said goodbye and wandered off.

Yeah, I missed my opportunity. I should have given him the dog as a reward.

Somehow, Braeden slept through all that. Bear in mind also that when the visitor announced himself, my loyal dog Tamsin (aka Pood) went ballistic with loud and ferocious barks.

Checked bubs.. still sleeping peacefully. So soundly in fact that I had to look twice at the breathing monitor to make sure he was inhaling on cue.

Settled back at the computer and resumed working. After all, I don't get many good bites at working during the day, and I'm kinda tired of putting in 6am-9am and 6pm-10pm each day/night.

I was five seconds into a bank reconciliation when the wind caught a cat food bowl off the front step and slapped it against the house. The noise was so minor as to be a a mere footfall by a moth.

Sure enough... WAAAAAAAAAAAAGUUGHHHHHHHHH!!! And that was the end of that little nap!