Matt and I had a rubbish sleep last night. Nothing to do with Tom, we both woke up and couldn't get back to sleep again. I hate it when that happens!Anyway, today we had planned to go to Liverpool. Betty (Matt's Godmother who lives on the Isle of Man) isn't well and is in one of the hospitals in Liverpool, we thought it only right to go and see her as she looked after us so well when we went over there for TT week.
We left in time for Tom to nap in the car, drove up to Hooton, on The Wirral and got the train into Liverpool. Had an early lunch at La Tasca (yummy tapas at half price) before finding some wine to take to her (not sure if it is allowed, but it is what she asked for - Betty and Geoff do enjoy their tipples). She didn't know we were coming so we were greeted with huge smiles. Tom was on good form, he was FULL of energy today, like a coiled spring. He wouldn't sit still, but was very good at looning around. In the end we had to let him crawl on the floor (if you can't let a baby crawl on a hospital floor, where can you) He immediately was in to everything and giving all the ladies on the ward a good show. We took Reginald with us, he got a good mauling but it was a good move and great entertainment.
Betty may be ill, but she was in good spirits and chatting away. She has always been the one to look on the bright side of things. Geoff was also there, and also in good spirits, considering he is living in a hospital flat so he can be with Betty.
Anyway after an hour, Tom was beginning to look sleepy and beginning to shout, so we said our goodbyes, and walked down to Liverpool city centre, hoping that Tom would fall asleep in the rucksack. Oh, no! Tom may have been tired, but there was no way he was going to sleep. His eyes stayed alert and his head kept spinning, looking at everything.
In the end we gave up getting him to sleep and walked to Etsu (our favourite Japanese restaurant) for an early dinner. As we were there early, there were no other customers, meaning it didn't matter if Tom shouted. He did pretty well. He ate a whole bowl of rice, but refused anything else Japanese, opting for banana, fromage frais and raisins instead.
We got the train back to Hooton, he wasn't as wriggly as he was on the way out, but still wouldn't keep still. It took a good 10 minutes for him to fall asleep in the car and he stayed that way until we entered Bradley Road (In the end he was awake for 8 straight hours, smashing his previous record of 5.5 hours). We were a little unsure what to do when we arrived home. Keep him up for another hour, then bed, or try to put him to bed straight away. We opted for the later and it seems to have worked, just dressed him in his pyjamas and gave him his milk. Haven't heard from him yet, and it's been about an hour.
Today's pics: 1st one - Tom with a plate load of sushi, 2nd one - Tom grabbing the wasabi and me intervening just in time!
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