Sleep!

So we're in a bit of a sleep rut at the moment. My evenings now consist of taking Kit to bed, about every 15 minutes! Eventually once he has settled for a bit longer it is generally time for me to go to bed, or often past that stage as all the tasks I previously did in the evenings (like writing blog posts) are taking a lot longer. About 10 minutes after I get into bed, around the time when I am just about falling asleep, there is a rustle next to me and a small child (often accompanied by a large quantity of soft and sometimes hard toys) slides in next to me.

I don't mind my late night visitor. To be honest he is a pretty good hot water bottle, although a real hot water bottle wouldn't push you over so far that you are nearly falling down the gap between the bed and the wall. I do mind the loss of my evenings. From 7pm - 10pm was previously my time, it is the only time I get. I started the next module on my OU course this weekend, I'll definitely need some of that time. My problem is I think he is waking up because he is waiting for me to go to bed, so I see my choice as I put him to bed in my bed (not something I really want to encourage) or I stop letting him get in my bed (but that would involve several sleepless nights keeping taking him back to his bed every 15 mins - and I'm really not even confident that would stop him). I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, I'm already exhausted, I don't think that I could out-wake my toddler to get him to stay in his bed and asleep anyway! Do they sell toddler sleeping tablets?!

Why I hate paying someone to cut hair!

Since Kit stopped being able to see past his fringe, I've been cutting his hair. I did it in the bath and just randomly grabbed chunks and chopped. I did the fringe in one snip so that is was (generally) the same length. The back was curly so it wasn't so relevant if it was the same length, I just concentrated on getting rid of the crinkly, fuzzy hair, and keeping it short enough that it didn't constantly get tangled. A little while back something dreadful happened. The back of Kit's hair ceased to be curly. His ringlets flattened and all of a sudden I was faced with a mass of unevenly cut hair which I had no idea how to deal with. The last time I cut it, it really did look like I had done it with a bowl stuck over his head. Hairdressing confidence blown I caved in and this weekend Kit had his first trip to the barbers.

Now I have a long-rooted hate of hairdressers (I've obviously never encountered a barber previously to have known if this was extended their way, although I'm not a fan of Sweeney Todd!). Whenever I go to the hairdressers (which isn't very often) I always ask them to keep as much of the length as possible. I always come out with practically a bob! It seems that something is lost in translation. It seems that something also applies to barbers.

I took Kit to the barber and I said 'Keep it fairly long, I just want it tidied up a bit'. This is what happened.

Before

After

Now I'm not distraught. It's hair, it will grow back. He doesn't care (although he is a bit chilly!). My main problem (despite the fact it is so clearly not what I asked for) is that Kit has a double crown. Now he has a pretty much bald patch on the back of his head, and this interesting quiff...

Now the only reason I didn't cut it myself was because I was scared I'd do something that would make it look bad, instead I paid someone else £9 to do that for me (and yes they charged me £9!!). There's a reason that I wanted to keep it quite long! At least I won't have to cut his hair for a while!

Museum of Docklands

Last year we shared our trip to the Museum of Docklands, and Kit's education in becoming a pirate. We headed back there this weekend dragging Kit's Dad, in search of Dragons, there were rumours of Chinese New Year celebrations.

There were New Year stories in the galleries and painting in the basement, but unfortunately there were no actual dragons stalking the museum. I think the painting was probably exciting enough for Kit though!

We also made the most of the soft-play area. This was the first time we had been where Kit was happy and capable to get around the whole thing by himself, so it was lovely to be able to sit back and watch him running around and climbing for a bit. He also really got into the water play (soaking his Dad in the process), and he enjoyed building London and working the docks.

We didn't spend so much time in the galleries this time, and for some reason Kit was too scared hang around in the 'Sailor Town' section where you can pretend to go to the pub etc (something I obviously want to encourage my toddler to do), I'm guessing he didn't like the dark. It did take a little bit of persuasion to get Kit to not want to go and hang himself in the gallows, the previous trip obviously converted him to the joys of piracy!