Saturday night was a big night in the Begbie household. While we were in Canada, Marcail had got used to sleeping in a bigger space on account of being in a travel cot / play pen rather than being in her moses basket as she had been till we left. The first night, which was actually in a hotel at Heathrow airport due to us encountering a 24 hour delay to our departure from the UK on account of fog, was a little traumatic, but she soon got the hang of it.
Well, now we’re back we were doing some more bits and bobs on the house, so out of necessity we put her down in her own room upstairs while we were working and making a lot of noise. The thought being that we’d bring her back down when it was all done for her to go to sleep properly. When we’d finished on the work though, she seemed to be basically fine so, with some trepidation, we left her up here with the baby monitor on and went to bed downstairs on our own.
There were a couple of trips up and down the stairs, but that was it. Debs had to come up first and found her in a bit of a tiz. Once she’d been lifted up and shown it was her own room though, she seemed happy. After that it was just a couple of times she woke up and wasn’t happy.
Now we sleep in separate rooms and already a huge phase of her life has passed. As Mr. Bueller once notably commented in his didactic on modern life: “Life moves pretty fast around here. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” To which my response is “Not as long as I’ve got my camera and charged batteries!”