recently, every time we put Pip to bed, before we have even exited the room, she has flipped onto her stomach, up onto her knees, crawled to the side of her cot and then hauled herself to standing. gnawing on the top rail and with her little fists gripped round the posts, like a teeny tiny furious prisoner, is shouting her indignity at being put to bed.
we return, pick her up, cuddle her close and go through our little goodnight routine and lay her down again, patting her bottom and stroking her hair. and then leave. before even out the door, Pip is on her feet again.
repeat.
this went on for over half an hour this evening before she lost the battle and fell asleep before she could stand up again.
I think Pip has started having a little separation anxiety this week. she’s been more clingy than I’ve ever known her. some evenings making supper for her has been nigh on impossible as she whines when put down and demands to be cuddled.
