I had just given Jamie a rusk and had gone to the kitchen to fill up his drink cup. I heard an exclamation - a curious sound - not distressed, a bit different to any sound Jamie's made to date. (Mind you, he is getting very vocal and learning new sounds every day - la la la springs to mind as the new sound of the day.)
Anyway, I filled up his drink container and went to investigate. And as I walked into the living room, I saw the dog on the mat with a rusk sticking out of his mouth. The thief!
I had to laugh. Have you ever tasted baby rusks? The are the most bland thing in the world. And this is the dog who will only eat Scotch Finger biscuits after they've been dunked in coffee.
The sleep issue seems to be resolving. I have been reading to Jamie when he is in his cot. I don't lie him down. He just sits there with Popcorn, his teddy and listens. When he's ready he lays down (read: flops). I just read. We are reading the tale of Mr Tod and Tommy Brock (Beatrix Potter) at the moment. Grandma and Grandad have given him the complete works of Wind in the Willows, so when I'm sick of hearing how Mr Tod poured a bucket of water all over Tommy Brock (well, thought he did), we'll start on Wind in the Willows. It seems to be working. At first it took an hour. Today it took half an hour.