Tonight we gave Tom a bath at half eight, Simon dried him I then fed him. He was asleep half way through the first boobie, although that didn’t stop him finishing it and then the second in his sleep. He slept though being winded as well, being tucked up and kissed good night by two minutes to nine.
A little while later…
I may have started typing a bit too soon as there was a wail a few minutes ago but he calmed down almost immediately and didn’t mind me putting him back down in the cot and I’ve not heard a peep since.
It seems I was hoist by my own petard and you would have thought that by now I know that just because my son falls asleep on the boobie it doesn’t mean that he is full. It only slowly dawned on me that possibly he might still be hungry. Which he was. The true sign that Tom has had enough is when he purses his lips together and refuses all attempts I make to get him to try a little more mummy juice.