Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Oscar hasn't been sleeping well these last few nights. He's got a rotten cold and is badly stuffed up and is finding lying down to sleep difficult. So Sam and I are panda-eyed with lack of sleep from multiple interruptions during the night with a restless, snot-bedeviled baby.

At one point last night I headed downstairs to offer Sam a rest and switch over of minders. She was watching an old episode of ST:TNG as Oscar cruised about, wakeful and relatively cheerful. Sam said she was okay and I went back to bed.

In bed, however, I didn't get back to sleep straightaway. As I lay there an odd noise on the stairs caught my attention. I hear the banging sound of stair gate at the bottom of the stairs. Oscar likes to bang this gate, and we usually leave it pushed shut past the catch so it has enough range of movement to bang between catch and step.

Sleepy-headed me didn't join the dots immediately. A few moments later I heard footsteps on the stairs and foggily I thought it was Sam coming to bed. The television was still on however and the steps were very slow - step, pause, step, pause, step.

Click!

I dashed out of bed and found Oscar halfway up the stairs, methodically climbing up by means of the bannisters.

It's all go at our house sometimes.