Jake is now 4 months old (well he was last Sunday) at any rate. Yesterday was the hottest UK day since 1911. Today looks like being a little cooler but it will still be around 28 degrees according to the BBC weather centre. Last night our flat was unbelievably hot, with no air moving whatsoever. It reminded me of our travelling days in Mexico. I remember a particular night when we had the romantic notion of spending a night in a Cabana on the beach in Tulum.
Our particular Cabana was more like a bunker. It was a square concrete structure with no windows and a single bare light bulb. We just lay there under the mosquito net (which does an impressive job of blocking the slightest breeze) with the sweat running into our ears. Any movement, event the tiniest flicker of ones eyelids, generated heat so we had no choice but to lie prone and motionless all night. To be fair the location was fantastic. It was situated on the white sandy beach with the Caribbean a stones throw away. Our next Cabana was much nicer, being a wooden structure with window openings and even a toilet :-).
I have digressed somewhat, so last night I don’t think the ‘mercury’ slipped below 29/30 degrees celcius. Poor Jake woke several times. The first time was at 2am. I got up and as I approached his door he stopped crying. As I looked in on him I heard a particularly vigorous ripping fart. This was the source of his troubles. I waited a little longer and he seemed to calm down, gently kicking about and yawning. I think Ames was up with him at 4am for his feed. I was completely oblivious to this being absolutely exhausted.
Today Amy has taken Jake to see his Granny Sally down on the south Coast. The air should be a little fresher there. Also, Sally has bought him a paddling pool which I’m sure he will love!