It is just gone 11pm and George has only just crashed out for the night. They told me when I collected him from nursery that he was tired but that was six hours ago and he has barely yawned since. And not just any six hours. We took Percy for a walk, threw stones in the lake, played in the garden, had a bubble bath, jumped in the car and drove for an hour and a half (prime sleeping time wouldn't you think) and then played catch, peekaboo and various other chatty throwing games with balls and coasters with GG and Boppa.
All the grown ups wanted bed but George is a Duracell bunny.
I hope he drops one of his naps soon. These late nights are wearing thin and I'm conscious I'm no where near as consistent with George's bedtime routine as I had been with Alby's at this age. Or at least that's what my brain tells me. I don't know. I'm pretty tired.
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