Bundle of Joy

I strongly suspect that we have what some textbooks refer to as an 'active baby'. He runs horizontal marathons on his changing mat, attempts to mosh whenever there's music playing and does his own special brand of cot aerobics. After one particularly sleepless night (Oscar decided to put himself through an extended exercise programme from midnight until 6am - ouch), as a last-ditch attempt to get him to sleep Neil decided to swaddle him (which is something we haven't done since he was about two weeks old) and it did the trick spectacularly well, the sandman arriving less than 60 seconds later. Since then our little boy has been swaddled up tight every night (he looks like a spring roll with a head) and has been sleeping like a baby at last, and consequently has been far more chilled in the daytime. Hurrah!
Some experts believe that babies shouldn't be swaddled after the first six weeks as it arrests their development - I say pish tosh - he's merely swapping the cot aerobics for a Dynaband workout. I expect him to have muscles like Popeye by the end of the month.