Learning and drooling

The boy's learned how to wave his hand although more in an up and down fashion as opposed to a rotating thing. Of course he's waving at everything and nothing now :D

Then again, he did the most disgusting thing to me so far - he drooled into my ear and when I stood up with him going "euuughhhhh", it ran out, down the side of my face and under my chin. God that was a totally manky experience :( I do have more to blog about him but I feel shattered right about now (he's been running me ragged all day and all night last night)

"For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son"

I've always loved that line from Metallica's "One" video - like I'm gonna give my son up to a war :p

I got a txt from my son's mother on Monday evening saying his granny was too ill to look after him on the Tuesday and that she couldn't take any more time off work. This meant I had to travel back through to Edinburgh and look after him, which I wasn't complaining about - meant I got to see my son some more although I would miss a few uni classes. I also had his sister which was weird for me since everything that had happened last year. Both of the kids were working on funny sleeping patterns and both ended up missing lunch.

I'm sure my boy did that on purpose since I had just warmed his spaghetti bolognaise when his head started flopping about and he started that "I'm tired" whining. So it all went quiet for a long time in my flat then I checked up on his sister (being the most ill of the two) and found that she had pee'd in the bed. Yup, idiot here had forgot to put a nappy on her before she fell asleep. Naturally she woke up crying from being all wet and smelly and I had to throw her in the shower (not literally).

Later she was twirling about with a shawl sorta thing and I heard a BANG. I rushed through to see one of my dragon figures on the floor and in two bits. Damn - and it was one of my favourite ones. I told her she needed to be more careful because she'd broken my figure but she burst into tears and wouldn't calm down no matter how much I told her it was an accident. Was strange that she went off the deep end about it.

Anyway, as hard as it was for me, it was fun having her back in my flat. I must admit, I'm slightly annoyed that her dad can't look after her when this sort of thing happens but that whole situation is none of my business. I did it because someone needed to look after that girl and I was there. Oh and my boy was his usual laughing self :)

Cpt. Stubborn and cat boy

My son has a freaky fascination with cats. I mean, when he sees birds he looks disinterested; when he sees dogs we pass in the street he quietly watches them but slap a cat in front of him and he goes into hyper-overload HYPERION!!!!

SUPER FUNTIME LONG FOR ALL!!

Anyway, my folks have two cats (who are normally like David Copperfield whenever kids are in the house but don't mind the newest addition to the family for some reason) and my boy does his insane laugh whenever he catches sight of them or one looks at him or one licks it's paw. I decided to introduce him to the cats so he wouldn't grow up to be like every kid under the sun and treat them like furry, squeezy toys. The plan was help him pet the cat but initial trials into operation Tufts-of-fur proved problematic when after touching the cat for the first time, he giggled and pulled his arm back like he had just put his finger in the forbidden apple pie that was left on the window sill to cool.

But as stubborn as I was, I didn't leave it there and every weekend I have went back to the cats (Max mostly as he's the most docile of the two) with him. Oh how he loves to get excited when he goes near them, touch them then giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush on Wankstin Timberpuke. And when I took him away from the cat? Well, all hell broke loose and he started moaning something rotten.

Sigh.. looks like daddy'll need to get a cat in the future.

Syringing my son in the face

Speaking of this medicine the boy's taking, I've been given a syringe to use with it. I thought it was slightly cool as it reminded me of a few movies where the hero gets inoculated or given a serum that'll return him to his own time in the future :p But see actually trying to use it with a baby is a nightmare.

You're that paranoid about getting any air in it even though all you're doing is squirting it into his mouth that you're there for a good ten minutes trying to get the right amount. Then the label says "HALF a 5ml dosage" which is strange to say the least. Why couldn't it just say "ONE 2.5ml dosage" therefore there's no chance someone's gonna accidentally give a 5ml one.

The actually application of said syringe is like something out of a laurel and hardy movie with superdad trying to deftly push the plunger just so it dribbles into the patient's mouth but the plunger is about as responsive as a oil tanker.

The boy thought it might be food and so tried to chomp on it but that didn't work.
The boy thought it might be liquid and so tried to suck on it but that didn't work.

In the end we had this sort of zoo-feeding thing going on and it did go down although the next time I had to give him it, I just used one of the 2.5ml/5ml spoons that came with the tixylix and he knew exactly how to take that.

No rest for the wicked

Well my boys really ill now although I don't mean he's all feeble and falling to pieces, I mean he's now got medicine to take to try and deal with the inflammation in his ear. Everyone who's been around him has fallen victim as well although as his extremely hardy father, I only suffered a runny nose for about 36hours - that was it, I was right back to normal after that and making sure everyone knew just how indestructible I was :p

Anyway, he's on some sort of penicillin and with his mother trying to turn me paranoid by telling me her brother and auntie react really badly to penicillin, I was keeping my eye on the little tyke. He went down at his normal time and I kept checking in on him whilst playing my Vampire game with da-B-man and Annalee. Before I knew it, it had just left half two in the morning!!

Whoops.

So, I did one last check on the boy before I headed to bed and there he was half-way up his cot (he's developed the wriggling ability now) wide awake with his nappy swollen up down by his knees. I take him out cot careful not to smile or speak because I want him to realise it's still bed time and not fun-time-with-daddy. Even changed his nappy in the dark although thankfully it was just seriously wet as opposed to dirty or else I'd have been putting my fingers into it.

With that all done, I put him back to bed and tucked him in tight but would he settle? Would he hell as like! He started screaming the place down and I'm rushing back through to pick him up. This repeats a couple of times so I try and be a smart cookie by bringing him onto my bed. Not so smart in all honesty. He spent the time there babbling and giggling away and also trying to rip the skin off my face with his talons +2. By this point I'm verging on exhaustion and I can feel my eyelids desperately wanting to fold before the young one rips them off completely.

Then I decide to go through to his room and sit on the spare bed to see if he'll fall asleep on me. WOOO!! He does and after ten minutes, I put him back in his cot and sneak through to mine. Five minutes later I can hear him starting to scream again so I rush through once more.

Ended up he just couldn't sleep horizontally so I had to put him in his sloped chair and I slept on the spare bed beside him. Things didn't get quiet until about half three in the morning :( Little swine took great pleasure in waking me up by trying to pull my duvet off me - kid you not.

Hopefully this was all as a result of the cold he has and nothing to do with the medicine.