All the excitement and jetlag has finally caught up with us. Baby Boy O was a terror, and only Gong Gong could get him to sleep for a sweet two hours. I was worse for ware, struggling in the afternoon and throwing out my back. Thankfully we had many willing hands to keep the little one well entertained and I had lovely mummy hands for a back rub.
Just before the meltdown
Clinging onto Gong Gong for dear life
Two hours later…
…then waking up so happy and full of beans!
A story before bath and bedtime
Yesterday’s post: So Much Attention
Tomorrow’s post: Grandma Gone Wild
