Upon dropping him off at nursery he was full of beans, busy throwing a ball around the room as I left.
As I collected him this afternoon...
'Tigger hasn't had a sleep today, we did try but without success'
Oh poo! I don't know about anyone else's children but Tigger needs a sleep!
So I managed to get him home before falling asleep, had a little play in the garden when he sat in a puddle. I took him inside to get changed. Whilst I went to put his clothes in the wash I left him laying on the living room floor. Upon coming back into the room I could see he looked quite dreaming so I thought I'd better give him his bedtime milk now as he hadn't even had his tea yet.
He managed to drink all of his milk but then promptly fell asleep. I popped him upstairs into his cot, when to collect his baby monitor from our bedroom. It was only when I turned around to go back down stairs when I caught sight of the time...
Oh poo! This means he is going to be awake at silly o'clock... great!
Wish me luck for this evening!