Having finally sussed how best to negotiate the speed bumps that we meet between 5:00pm and 6:30 pm every night (well, at least for this week anyway), Olivia has thwarted any chance of us getting complacent by making 5:00 am to 6:30 am an equally fraught period of the day. She takes great delight in waking early and then loudly entertaining herself for a while before we finally rise to take her on.

What we find when we do go into her room is a constant surprise. Will she have flipped onto her front? Will she have spun 180 degrees to get a better view of her mobile? Will she have turned on not only her mobile but also the piano attached to the other side of the cot, meaning that a mash-up of 'My old man said be a city fan' and some other nursery rhyme is screaming through the monitor? Will she be sat up doing the Guardian crossword sporting a set of pince-nez? We simply never can tell.