72 hours...

72 hours has passed since I fumbled and Rachel fell off the sofa. She seems to be ok, so I guess we could sleep more soundly tonight:)

A picture here shows Rachel trying to do ballet splits! We do wonder what Rachel will do when she grows up. Maybe something as exotic as a belly dancer? or maybe a golfer? (loads of money if she's good!!!) fat hopes on my side???

We have decommissioned Rachel's baby cot, as she refuses to stay in the cot at night! Even with a sleeping bag, she will cry for attention, and stand up in the cot... it's quite amazing, seeing her stand up, with her sleeping bag on!

So, we are now using the cot as a barrier, between 2 walls, creating an oasis for Rachel on the floor, next to our bed. I end up sleeping on the floor half the night, as I am too lazy to climb up to bed after settling her down.