Saturday was a bitty sort of a day. The morning was taken up with me delivering and setting up a cupcake tower for a wedding. 90 cupcakes and a giant cupcake and not much vanilla in sight - half of them were banoffee cupcakes and the other half vanilla but with chocolate topping. Matt was pleased, as were some of my friends who got to eat the left over cakes. Seem to have made too much caramel so feel a couple of banoffee pies coming up...
Once all was set up we carried on into Bridgnorth as we were nearby. Matt finally got to experience Cinnamon which was the cafe that Tom and I used to frequent prior to gymbabes all that time ago. Food was as good as I remembered AND Tom ate a cheese sandwich - we have lift off - he is English after all. We plodded on down to the station to look at some steam trains before coming back home.
We put Tom to bed as usual tonight, but 20 minutes after putting him in his cot he started to cry. This is the first time in months and months he's done it. Matt and I looked at each other in shock. Went upstairs and he looked a mess. Took some time to calm him down. However, as soon as we closed the door he cried again. Unfortunately I was due out babysitting (we were out again on Friday night) so I had to leave Matt with him. Not sure what the problem was, but I found a HUGE Daddy Longlegs outside his room when we went up the first time, it may have been in his room and scuttled across his ceiling? Who knows? It was certainly big enough to be scary. Anyway, it took Matt until 9pm to settle him and convince him to sleep again - must have been up about 15 times. For once, babysitting Mae was the easier option - she also went to bed at 9pm but didn't cry so was much less stressful.
Sunday was Grandparents day. In honour of Mum's birthday we decided to meet up halfway - in Bristol. The original plan was to have a picnic in a big play park, but the weather didn't look reliable so we decided to go to Bristol Aquarium instead. Unfortunately the southbound carriage of the M5 was closed for 3 junctions on our way down, meaning we were a little late meeting up. We had lunch in a cafe and then went to the aquarium. Tom started to look tired in the aquarium (he didn't sleep in the car on the way down) we started to get worried that we wouldn't have a good time, but Tom suddenly got a second wind and that was it, he was off. Not sure who was more mad - Tom or his Granma, not even sure who was chasing who around the aquarium, but both were giggling and having a good time, so Matt, Dad and I let them carry on! As usual, he wasn't that bothered about colourful fish, finding the silver boring ones more interesting. We got a new word 'Ray'.
We then found that there was a steam engine running down in the docks, so Granma and Pop Pop took Tom on it (just as it started to rain, on open carriages!). Matt and I stayed nice and dry in the adjacent museum, M Shed. Now, when I was living in Bristol, this museum was a housing for lots of rotting machinery, it has had a major overhaul and is now a museum about Bristol, and included a 'Bristol' double decker BUS, a second world war bomb which you could sit in, some motorcyles (to keep Matt's interest) and many other exhibits. Really interesting if you have ever lived in Bristol. A little boy was very excited. After a while and once the rain had stopped we went for a drink and then we discovered the water exhibit, a great play area for toddlers. Luckily I had a complete change of clothes for Tom, so we allowed him to get wet. He had a good water fight with me and his Dad and then played swing with his Granma. There was lots of giggling. We finally parted company around 4pm, Tom fell asleep almost immediately.
Once again when we put Tom to bed he started to cry. We tried all types of approaches, being sympathetic, telling him not to be so silly, letting him cry it out etc etc. In the end he cried it out, but it was 8.30 before he settled.
Monday we decided to go to Shropshire Hills Discovery Centre in Craven Arms. Their mascot is 'Little Tusker' - a mammoth of course and Wilberforce follows her on twitter and said we would visit. We got there at exactly the right time as they were holding 'toddle time' which involved Woodland Bingo where we walked around the immediate countryside spotting various things. Tom as usual wasn't sure at the start, but did manage to walk most of the way round it and enjoy himself. He was no better or worse behaved than others. We then had lunch at the centre (very nice) before heading out to the station to see some trains (if there is a train nearby we have to see it at the moment). Tom once again fell asleep in the car on the way home and refused to go down again when we got back. After a good dinner, he refused again to go to sleep and it took until 8.30pm to get him to sleep again.
Tuesday, Tom went to nursery as usual and went into absolute melt down. He cried in the car all the way to the nursery and then screamed blue murder when we got there. I ended up crying as well and had to just leave him there screaming. Called the nursery an hour later to find that he took 2 minutes to calm down and was quite happy and content. When I went to pick him up he was fine. Brought him back home, he wouldn't nap, but he did stay in his cot for an hour, banging around, but not crying, so that was an improvement. We have moved his furniture round in his room to see if that helps.
This evening, he cried as soon as Matt left the room, he went in a couple of times, and then told him in no uncertain terms that he was going to have to cry it out as it was obvious he was trying it on. He settled in about 10 minutes and was asleep by 7.10pm a huge improvement, but today is the first day he hasn't had a daytime nap. We will see what happens for the rest of the week. I'm quite concerned that he may now have dropped his afternoon nap, not good for my cake business, means I lose 10 hours a week caking time. Guess I shouldn't take more than 2 cake bookings a week for a while.
So that's us.
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