I've had a bit of a case of late pregnancy brain for the last couple of weeks, but I think last night tops it all.
I put Ginger to bed at her usual time of 7pm. Wandered out to the loungeroom (Mr Provincial was in the study doing a tutorial and lectures), watched the news, did a bit of sewing, rang my 91 year old Grandmother (she's on Perth time so a bit behind us) and chatted to her for an hour and a half. All in all, it was about 9:20 when I went into the kitchen to put the phone away.
And, I thought 'those are little twitterings coming from Ginger's room, surely she can't still be awake". I wandered down the corridor to see - and I had left the light on in her room for all those hours!
She was wide awake and quite accepting of Mummy's apologies for keeping her up. I got her up, gave her a cup of milk and we read a few stories before I rebedded her for the night.
I don't know whether I should just put the episode down as an example of how good she is at entertaining herself. Two and a half hours for a near two year old, without so much as a tear (the noise of crying does penetrate to this part of the house).
I am planning to just let her sleep til she wakes this morning. After all, Mummy owes her that much:)
*These photos were from naptime a few weeks ago.