letters to my roo

You’re going through a phase of hating the car seat. If I sing Skiddamarink to you for five minutes straight, along with shushing noises on the radio, you’ll fall asleep. But sometimes… honey, you howl. And right now you’ve gone from howling at the car seat (no mums next to you when it’s the two of us driving solo!) to howling at your dad as he tries to put you to sleep. I’m going to see if the magic feeding to sleep trick is worth a try.

See you in a moment, Roo.