Thursday, 12 February 2009

5 hours straight through...

Well, after the difficulty getting him to sleep last night, Erbie stayed asleep until his midnight feed without a peep. Marvelous. I don't know what it could have been. Eating the pear, banana and then having baby rice at 5pm maybe. Having a full day out, extra stimulus and napping on the go? An evening with no background noise perhaps, as the Guardian reader was out and the telly off. We shall see what happens tomorrow.
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