Syd has never been an easy sleeper. As a baby I swore he was living on New York Time. He liked to be awake until late in the evening, then sleep late in the mornings. If he was my only child I would have high-fived him for this, but when he is the youngest of three you don’t get the advantage of the lie in, what you get is an over-tired Mum and baby on the school run. Deep joy.
He is far better than he was. He often asks to go to bed at seven o’clock. Great huh?! Well, it would be if it wasn’t for the fact that the gap between going to bed and going to sleep can be up to two hours. I know, we have made a rod for our own backs. I admire all you parents with steelier spines and strict routines, but our spines are made of cotton wool, and he has us totally wrapped around his little fingers. Literally often, as one of his favourite ways to comfort himself is to bind his fingers through my hair, and then tug.