We've been up two or three times a night with poor Monty, who has still been coughing up and choking on chest gunk.
In a bid to feel less tired, I went to bed at 9pm on Saturday night. Then Monty woke me up twice before midnight so I went to comfort him then he was up before 6am this morning. I told him it was the middle of the night but he didn't believe me. I'm still tired, despite having no Saturday night!
Our hallway and dining room wooden floor is finally down and it looks great. And it's such a relief to have moved everything back in - we were so crampt with random bits of furniture everywhere. We've tried to de-clutter so have got rid of lots of CDs, DVDS and general drawer nonsense = like my diaries from 2009, 2010, 2011 and 2012! Was funny to find my lists of potential baby names for Minnie (Liberty, Iris and Betty didn't make the cut) and Monty (Indiana, Flynn, Iggy, Nate and Digby were all poo-pooed by James).
We got a bit Christmas-crafty with a foam gingerbread craft kit containing two houses (from Baker Ross) to make. Minnie and Monty both enjoyed it, especially the candy canes for some reason.
Monty said to me when he got out of the bath tonight, 'I don't want to grow up and be a man, I don't want to die. I want to stay a boy.' I have no idea where this came from but I told him he had nothing to worry about and that as a grownup he had lots to look forward to like driving a car, being a fireman, being a daddy and watching as much TV as he liked. He seemed very happy with this but I was still a little bit heartbroken that he is worrying abut his mortality aged 3.