Hugo is asleep. OK, I should let you know that "Hugo is Asleep" is an exclamation. Always.
This past week it has taken between 2 and 3 hours to get Hugo from the sleepy eye-rubbing stage to the totally asleep in bed stage. By which time I am exhausted and cranky and cry just looking at the dishes and laundry waiting for me. Well, I don't really cry. I just swear a lot. At the dishes.
Tonight it went much better - it's apparently all about having a routine! Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a routine-friendly person. Nor is Vita, Hugo's Daddy. We regularly forget what day it is, how old we are, and when we were married.
But we both agree that this, indeed, is worth a routine : Hugo sleeping means Mummy sleeping means Daddy sleeping means a lot more happiness and a lot less crabbiness.
Today was day two of the new routine: dinner in the high chair, short playtime, bath or shower, little massage and pjs, then a few books and a cuddle with blanky, and then bedtime.
Hugo is coming around to it. He is pretty darn smart, so I'm sure he'll figure this one out.
This is a photo of Hugo with Asa. Hugo's got a lot of great friends - Asa, Noah, Rasa, Abi, and Keighley are his main pals these days. Such a social, curious, determined fellow. A chubby, exuberant love bug.
