Late Nights.

Last night Luke almost broke. “Lets put Julian back in our room” he said. I never would have guessed it would be Luke suggesting to put Julian back into our room. If anyone was going to have second thoughts I thought it would have been me. However I stayed strong, Julian has to remain in his room and Hugh and Julian have to learn to coexist.

Perhaps its the novelty of it all? I don’t know but things are different now. I still do the bedtime routine of brushing teeth and books however once it comes to going to sleep Hugh insists on staying awake to talk to Julian no matter how exhausted and tired he is. He will run into his room and out again, sing out to him, just generally anything to keep him from sleeping. Last night Julian lost the battle to sleep at around 9pm even with Hugh singing and yelling at him from next door so not too bad, but the previous 2 nights he was up just as late! The only positive in all this is that Julian has been sleeping through due to pure exhaustion I think Woo hoo. I’m yet to venture down to the other end of the house at some god crazy hour attending to Julian. I’m sure once this happens I’ll change my mind about him being in his own room and so far away from me.

It is time though, he is 18 months ... hang on ... just realised Julian is 18 months today. Must do another entry on my gorgeous little spud turning 18 months.

It is lonely in our room now and both Luke and I have noticed the difference. Our room feels empty and as though it’s missing something. It is really hard to put your finger on and describe the feeling but its like an energy is missing, that energy being Julian however he is 18 months now and I think its time he has his own room. I also know it won’t be long until his cot turns into a bed as he is already showing signs of climbing out his cot. I give him a maximum of 6 more months in that cot (if I’m lucky) before he figures how to escape and that’s when the real fun begins....

Until next time

Nicole x