I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls… 24 June, 2006 Posted in: Boys…because marble doesn’t creak like wooden floorboards.   Every time I go past the boys’ room to get to ours, the floor creaks alarmingly and, nine times out of ten it wakes them up. Just like everything else. Alas.
Norah says 25 June, 2006 at 18:36 Scene: Baby asleep on footrest in sitting room. Dog standing at baby’s head with squeak toy in mouth. Squeak Toy: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK… Baby: Zzzzzzzzzzz… Mr Splog and I look on with interest. Mr Splog: So… did we just luck out, or have we traumatised our child into being able to sleep through this? (Don’t worry – I’m not smug. She does more than her fair share of not sleeping.)
belgianwaffle says 5 July, 2006 at 23:16 UNBELIEVEABLE. It will pass, I’m sure, or you will stop telling people about it because they will kill you. With their bare hands.
Norah says
Scene: Baby asleep on footrest in sitting room. Dog standing at baby’s head with squeak toy in mouth.
Squeak Toy: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK…
Baby: Zzzzzzzzzzz…
Mr Splog and I look on with interest.
Mr Splog: So… did we just luck out, or have we traumatised our child into being able to sleep through this?
(Don’t worry – I’m not smug. She does more than her fair share of not sleeping.)
belgianwaffle says
UNBELIEVEABLE. It will pass, I’m sure, or you will stop telling people about it because they will kill you. With their bare hands.