Ingrid feverish most of the night and most of the day, not interested in food or drink and sleeping badly. But when I thought she might want an extra nap in the afternoon (because the midday nap was only 40 minutes instead of the more usual 1.5 to 2 hours) she refused. So she got to go out for a walk in the pushchair like we usually do, and she was perfectly happy. The power of routine? Or fresh air curing all ills?

The inevitable happened… Ingrid learned to crawl out of her cot onto our bed (over the pillows and rolled-up blankets blocking her way) and from there onto the floor. Landing nose first.

I thought she was quietly falling asleep until I heard a thud from the bedroom. There was silence for a fraction of a second, just long enough for me to realise what had happened, and then a desperate wail…

It must have really hurt and shocked her, but luckily didn’t do any real damage, other than a bruised forehead and nose.

Edited to add picture.

Ingrid only woke once during the night. Nursed and went straight back to sleep, and so did I. Next thing I knew, it was 6.30 in the morning and we were both just waking up. This was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in about 5 months, and in the top three since Ingrid was born.

I thought it was interesting that we quite naturally woke up at the same time, without one of us being obviously woken by the other. It’s not the first time, either.

Ingrid’s crawling is still a bit unstable – sometimes she slips and lands nose-first on the floor. So frequently, in fact, that I’ve lost count of her falls. But what can I do?

This afternoon she was crawling towards me in a straight line, so intent and so happy because she was about to reach me all on her own… and a few tiny steps before she reached me, her nose hit the floor, and she went from great happiness to great sadness in the blink of an eye. I felt so sorry for her.

Lots of splashing in the swimming pool, and then lots of crawling on the floor, and then some crawling on the grass in the park, all of which led to a very tired baby in the evening. Thumb-sucking in the bathtub and asleep in under 5 minutes after I put her in the cot.

Despite legends about London’s raininess, there hasn’t been much rain at all over the past two years or so. Today was the first time in two months when it rained a bit while I was walking home from the nursery with Ingrid. I don’t even pack an umbrella any more. In fact I lived with a dying umbrella for years and only bought a new one this spring, because it seemed like a good idea to have one for when I’m wearing Ingrid.

With a bit of effort I got Ingrid to go back to sleep after her habitual 5:30 waking, and then we slept until 6:40. That’s the latest we’ve slept in weeks, maybe months (not counting the one day we got back from a flight around midnight). Luxury!

The first tooth is now appearing!

(Just about 4 months after we first started guessing that she might be teething, because of her incessant drooling and fondness for chewing on everything.)

Spent the day at the Royal London Hospital with Ingrid after she fainted at the nursery. Nothing useful was found, so I hope it’s a one-off.

Way too hot. Ingrid sleeping badly because of the heat (and because she pooped at 11 o’clock at night and then couldn’t go back to sleep), both of us tired. Went to the market for brownies and came home with a dress I didn’t really need but really liked.