Tiger the Acrobat!

 The Husband Bear and I have been deliberating for awhile over when the little Tiger should stop being swaddled like a newborn at bedtime and start sleeping like a big girl in a big girl sleeping bag.

Seems Miss Tiger grew impatient with Mummy and Daddy procrastinating and decided to take things into her own little hands!

It began at four am.

Tiger began making some ... funny noises.

Not cries. Not snores. Not the peculiar little grunty sounds she makes when she's working on something particularly spectacular in her nappy.

No, these were little burbles and gurgles and bleats of pure happy. 

"Should I go to her?" I whispered to HB.

"No," he whispered back. "It's too early. She's happy. Leave her."

And so I did. And eventually the squeaks and squeals abated and things were quiet again in the candy pink house.

Until five thirty, Tiger's typical wakeys time, when she commenced her habitual Noises Of Waking and Wanting All the Food.

And so I stepped over to her cot to find ...

Instead of a cosily swaddled baby, lying down vertically at the bottom of her cot, with a blanky securely stretched across her belly, I found ...

A TIGER LYING DIAGONALLY WITH SWADDLE OFF AND NO BLANKIES AT ALL!!! 

And a very big smile on her little face. Tiger the acrobat had made it very clear that the days of the swaddle are over.

Tonight, we are using the sleeping bag.

Lovely Tiger knows her mind. And we will obey!

~ Love, Miss Cackle