Sunday -23Mar14
And we're back... Boy is definately on the mend. Still sounds horrific (in terms of gurgly breathing and coughing but he's getting back to normal in terms of eating, drinking and being a bit more cheery. So all good there.... Hurrah!
Now if someone could just extract my phone off him, remove all the out of focus photos he's just taken and possibly replace any software and or settings he's deleted or removed that would be marvellous!
Wednesday - 19Mar14
We have a poorly boy. The photo says it all (although I know that there are lots of photos of us adults looking similar at the breakfast table following a night on the town!). He even refused blueberries.
We're on day 3 of him being really poorly (a cold) so hopefully we're going to see some signs of improvement in the very near future. Although being too ill to go to hospital is a first (he was meant to see the paediatrician yesterday, but given his state there really wasn't much point). While he is very cuddly (ignoring the hacking cough and the threat of him throwing up over you) it'd be better if he was causing chaos and mayhem as normal... speaking of which we went to see some friends on Sunday which was a lot of fun being out in the sun marred only by having to deconstruct his car seat late at night in order to clean the vomit off it. I was about a minute to slow getting him out of the car (although better the car seat than me - the car seat won't negatively react!). The Mother had blithely run off to open the house at this point leaving me to carry in a dripping Dylan....
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| Dylan being pushed by Daddy on a borrowed scooter |
Thursday - 13Mar14
Clearly being two has made the boy power-mad. He always wants what he can't have. Either that or he's taken lessons from the Cat in how to be annoying and (metaphorically at least) be on the wrong side of the door. And if he can't have it, there will be tears before bedtime. Unless you can distract him. Cake would be the obvious choice but given that that's pretty much all he's eating other than rice crispies and fruit we're a bit loath to succumb. In practise it's not really that bad, it's just a new/different behaviour (and annoying/frustrating) which the dislike of anything new (especially clothes) generates a typically negative reaction. It's also quite hard not to laugh.
On the (more) positive side he now mostly walks to school which is 10minutes for a Daddy or 20-30minutes for a Dylan depending on the number of distractions: puddles and tractors good; dogs and peacocks bad. Speaking of peacocks (there is a village peacock - doesn't every village in Somerset have one??!), he's got really spooked by the peacock and we're not sure why or how not to play on it. It's such that when the peacock calls, Dylan will want a cuddle, won't want to walk outside, etc. which isn't the best.
Other than that his speech continues to improve - we're getting little sentences - and he's starting to recognise letters and numbers ("A is for ambulance"). Gross motor skills are less good! The Mother has started him at trampolining club where aside from the trampoline there are lots of beams to walk on and hoops, balls, etc. He's not really got the hang of it and doesn't really like it when there's more than just him on the trampoline either. But he does seem to enjoy it.
The other day we managed to get out and enjoy some time on Dartmoor - yes, I was desperate to go climbing! As a comment from your son, "let go" whilst halfway up a boulder doesn't work well on ones concentration levels. So I did.
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| "... if I hit Daddy with this stick maybe he'll go faster..." |
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| playing Pooh sticks (using sticks rather than Dylan in case you were concerned...) |
