We have been pretty miserable here for the past few days. Liam’s been waking up every two to three hours at night in full howling end-of-world mode. Sometimes we can get him back to sleep, sometimes not. This morning began at 4.30, and the three of us walked through the day like zombies. The appetite is more miss than hit. So he’s a crank because his food and sleep are off, and we’re cranky because he’s not eating or sleeping normally, which means we’re not sleeping properly. Plus the fact that he’s a crank wears us down too.

He’s still a good kid. He’s just going through something, whether it’s teething or working out a new schedule for himself with only one nap, or working through night terrors. We’re just very, very tired, and out of energy to deal with pretty much anything.

However:

New words this week: “peekaboo”, “socks”, and the sound of a rooster crowing.

New food: leeks. (The verdict? Pretty decent.)

New actions: waving bye-bye when people are actually saying bye-bye, fitting two single MegaBloks together, opening the crank-powered windows in his room, setting bath ducks on a shelf. There are more, I’m just so wiped I can’t think of them.

And a new photo for you all, because it’s been a while:

(Scarlet had brought down some Harry Potter stickers that day, and Liam had one on his forehead for a few hours. In some way it feels like we’ve come full circle from this photo!)

Today he played my cello (remarkably well; I moved my fingers to make different notes, and he bowed), and played HRH’s bodhran for the first time too.

I was in bed at six last night. Tonight I may make it all the way till eight.