Gertie woke me with a 'boo' when she arrived in our room at some ridiculous hour that I believe some people regard as the morning today. I don't, and so I promptly sent her straight back to bed.
The baby monitor chuckled - quickly revealing that she had not, in fact, taken my advice, but had instead decided to go into Gilby's room. I went straight in and found that she had woken him up by poking him through the bars of the cot.
Furious, I physically escorted her back to bed this time. But of course it was too late; there was no way that Gilby was going to go back to sleep now. Admitting defeat I turned on the light.
"Daddy, I'm afraid it really is going to have to be the morning," I explained as I brought Gilby into our room. "Hold him for a sec while I go and get Gertie."
But could I get Gertie? No I could not, because she was already fast asleep with her blanket over her face. She remained that way for another hour and a half. Brilliant. Thanks for that, number one daughter.