I’m talking about my ability to keep up with this blog. So much has happened in the 40+ days since I last blogged, i dont know where to begin.
Since we last crossed paths, Boy Wonder has got over his mutant virus. As much as I would try to downplay its severity, It took nearly 3 weeks, 2 visits to hospital, 1.4kgs and slight stunt in his growth. Whilst chubbly bubbly could afford to lose that weight, you never actually want them to.
In good news however, he’s started walking and can take a handful of steps unassisted! A particularly nice birthday present for daddy, because now he can walk over to the shiny server with the flashing blue light and press the “Power” button when no-one is looking….Twice, already.
Future posts will come swiftly and more consistently.
Poor Hamish has been suffering now for over a week with a bout of viral infection. The actual cause of which is still YTBD, but its likely suspects are gastroenteritis caught from his first day at childcare, OR a bad case of food poisoning from eating chicken. A stool sample will be sent tomorrow and we should find out some more, but what’s for certain is that at day 9 of illness, you really have to feel for the little guy.
mum and dad will survive, but the little guy has hardly had any time to build immunity to the world.
hope he gets better soon – i miss my little guy 
Avid followers of this blog (of which there are none) would recall my last post about hamish having contracted gastroenteritis.
Well true to the title of that post, I type this one sitting in the emergency ward of royal north shore hospital where I have spent the better part of 2 hours holding a cup against his penis trying to catch a urine sample.
I’ll be sure to remind him of this moment when I’m 90 and he’s doing the same thing for me.
Hamish attended his first day at day-care this week. He had a lot of fun (photos to come) and looked like he was enjoying himself and was happy there. He made a painting using some string and some paint (whatever little he DIDN’T eat) and brought it home for us – it now adorns the prime possie on our fridge. Monet eat your fucking heart out.
Suffice to say bringing home one gift from his first day at school wasn’t enough it looks like he’s also brought home gastro, which has so far resulted in 3 nappies of mass-destruction, an entirely sleepless night, non-stop baby vuvuzela, fever, runny nose and drool….and all of this from only his first visit!
I can’t wait for his day at day care to come around
This morning an interesting exchange took place between Hamish and I – this was the first verbal exchange where we both acknowledged that we knew what the other person was saying and we came to mutual agreement on the issue.
The communication I’m discussing was a raspberry type noise that Hamish makes when he purses his lips and blows air through the small gap. He usually precedes the raspberry with an “eeeh” sound, so to an outsider, it sounds like “eeeh *bwwwffeeww*”.
So while I was ironing clothes for work, he was sitting in his high-chair getting antsy and wanting to run amok on the floor. To distract him, I started with “eeeh bwfew”…he looked at me, and smiled. A few more raspberries and he joined in on the action and the two of us were playing a game.
I distinctly remember thinking to myself that this game represents the first time he and I have managed to communicate to achieve something for both of us – it’s stupendously rewarding to know that we’re talking the same language – even if it is just complete nonsense.
…though that feeling could also be mistaken for a distinct lack of sleep
Sleeping Hamish
This week, my new “thing” is clearing my throat so that i can get mummy and daddy’s attention.
ahem…..AHHHHHHHEM…cough cough cough AAAAAHHHHHEEMMMMMM.
Like us adults, apparently babies can also have a milk mustache as I found out this morning – a boobie mustache, no less.
Earlier this week, Hamish had milk from 1 corner to his mouth all the way to the other and when he gave his devious little grin you can see nothing but little milk frosted hair above his top lip.
how i want to avoid that mouth,
when the teeth come out to bite
two little chompers habit the bottom of my sons mouth. not that he knows it, but they’re sharp little things.
i’m grateful i dont have to stick my nipple inside them
A few milestones for this week. 11.8kgs and you can feel it. The boy his heavy and when he throws his weight around, it’s difficult to keep control of him. This of course means he is the heaviest 8 month old we know, and when he went to the house of a 2 year old family-friend, he was heavier than the 2 year old. When we went swimming, and was placed on the foam mat floating in the water, he sunk the entire side of the mat and had to be de-submerged, lest he drown. Having seen the child health nurse, we were told that as long as he follows his growth chart (and doesn’t keep growing faster than it) then everything is a-ok. She wouldn’t be saying it if she was looking after the horse.
Second milestone for this week is mobility. Crawling (like full crawling) is a mastered art. Zipping to andfrom wherever he’s plonked the boy can get to any destination he chooses – usually the computer power cables, TV AV cables or the heater plugged into the power-point (all the safe things, you’ll notice). He also has the ability to jack himself onto his knees and stabilise himself using the coffee table or the cot.
Which leads in to the final milestone for the week – lowering the cot base. Because he’s in a position to pull himself up, there’s concern from some parties (not me) that he’s pull himself up in the cot and then flip over the rail bar. So the power-drill came out and i made a swift handiwork of lowering the cot-base by 2 feet.
