We haven’t yet – I say “yet” in vague hope – grown out of the night feeds, and not yet (more hope) sleeping through.
Those stages They and The Books say we “should have acheived by now”.
We are, however, onto the next, fabulous phase of development.
That glorious phase where we begin moving around just a little bit. Even getting up onto hands and knees; the first stage of crawling.
That wonderful phase, where you are woken, yet again, at Stupid O’Clock, because baby has managed to position himself ‘the wrong way’ in the cot, with head wedged firmly into a corner and one appendage or another sticking out between the bars.
Oh, and can’t find dummy as a result of movement.
And is cold.
And needs Mummy to come and fix it.