Those feet were made for sleeping.

So far this evening I have put Murron to bed four times. As I type I can hear that ominous thud...thud...of a wee girl making her way down the stairs again. It's a noise that sends Nick and I into denial, both pretending that neither of us can hear anything, hoping that the other will crack first and go and see whats up. We do it at night too, lying rigid in bed pretending to be asleep whilst secretly willing each other to get up and deal with whatever mini crisis is happening. Sadly Nick cannot hold out as long as me....