Blanket phobia

They say to you when you train to be a parent that you must put your child at the foot of the cot so that they can't wriggle down, under the blankets and suffocate in the middle of the night.

They repeat this when they test your child hours after it came into this world.

I've heard it that much that every morning I wake up and my son's here, I ask myself whether he's breathing or not? The only reason I don't panic at that point is because the common sense in me tells me that my boy will be lying as far away from the blanket as humanly possible.

The routine consists of putting him down in his cot (anywhere in the cot and you'll understand why in a minute), tucking a blanket around him and down the sides of the mattress, then leave to make a cup of tea.

I can almost guarantee that by the time I've made my cup of tea and come back to check that he's sleeping, he's lying face down at a funny angle and the blanket is crumpled at the foot of the cot. I'll then put it over him again, careful to make sure I tuck it around him (my brain tells me to do it really tight so he can 't possibly move but I shake that idea out) and then leave him to sleep.

An hour later, I'll hear a bang which will be his skull battering off the wood as he will now have found the top corner of the bed and once again, the blanket will be keeping sod-all warm.

He just doesn't want a bloody blanket! I have NO idea how I'm gonna keep him warm when the winter comes in but I keep telling myself that he'll grow out of his blanket fear and embrace the warmth.

Crack open the paint

As you may have noticed the blog has had a face-lift. I've put so much time and effort into my other blog that I didn't think there'd be any spare to re-decorate here but I had that "urge" (different from the other "urge") and just had to do something. It's okay - hasn't really impressed me but it'll do 'til I get an idea for something better.