Last week Aran had his first proper fancy dress party, where he got to run around with lots of other suitably costumed and sugared up children. We only heard of the party at the last minute, and were thankful for the Ninja costume that Gma had send for his 2nd birthday, that he'd only just grown into.
(ps: it's a lolly)
Lots of fun was had, and lots of blurry photos were taken. And can you believe the wee dude will be celebrating his 3rd birthday in 9 days time?
Since Aran had his first dose of gastric flu (poor dude suffered with it twice, with a period of about 12 days between), he's been having night tantrums. Regular night tantrums, like every other night or more. And of course the daytime tantrums have got worse as a result, having gone from hardly any to 2, 3 or 4 times daily meltdowns. They're not night terrors, he is fully awake, though we're not sure whether it's a nightmare that's waking him. Either way, for the past month or two, none of us have been getting much sleep.
Tom's always been a snorer and somehow we've always managed, except that's got worse of late, too. Couple that with everything else and an excessive workload and you get a sleep deprived soul. Someone who feels like they've fallen out with the world and who's desperate to sleep and feel happy again but can't find a way to make that happen.
So if it feels like this blog has been dry of late, this is why. It's hard to write and be jolly and creative when you're at your wits end. It's left me feeling very raw, and it's taking all of my energy to remain calm and not lash out. Please bear with us while we work through this and find a way for us all to enjoy a decent nights sleep again.