There really is nothing quite like having a wrestling match with a little person at 5 am.
God forbid I dare change his wet nappy so he can sleep with a dry bum.
It was literally a full on Meltdown. I was so tired (so was he). It was not a fun time. Fast forward ten minutes and max is back in bed with a bottle. Then the little sod wakes at 6 crying. I told him in stern mummy voice it was not time to get up it was time to go back to sleep.
Thankfully we had a sleep till around 9.
This is the happy chappy I woke to this morning (I so could have had another 30 minutes shuteye)
He really has a butter wouldn’t melt face!!!!!!