Adjusting

I've come to realise that a good exercise session with my trainer or the group in the park actually makes me feel better than a nap.  Since neither of these were available to me this morning after a fun packed evening of Alice refusing to sleep and Juliet waking at 9.30, 12am and 1.30am, Juliet and I went off to the movies for a Mum and Bubs screening of The Adjustment Bureau.  They keep the lights up and the sound low and no one minds if your baby squeaks her Sophie la girafe too loudly.  Perfect entertainment.  Except that the cinema had forgotten all these points and had sold tickets to unsuspecting members of the public, poor things.  When the lights went down and the previews came on, Juliet jumped out of her skin and proceeded to scream in fright, poor thing.  The other babies joined in, a Mum went running to management and everything was fixed up pretty quickly.  I had been preparing to flee the scene.  Instead it was a couple of the "normal people" that did that.

Crisis averted, we had a lovely morning place-spotting New York neighbourhoods and enjoying a roller coaster ride of a film involving magic hats that wasn't spoiled by two massive nappies and quick exits stage left to change them.  Perhaps Juliet was trying to tell me something through her bottom, but she seemed fairly happy for the whole film, drinking her bottle, playing with toys and even having a quick 20 minute nap.

Ah.  This is the stuff that maternity leave is supposed to be made of.  If only Terence Stamp could press a button in real life and make Juliet sleep all night.