Category: Spawn

We saw the paed today.

Inigo is growing, hitting and exceeding developmental milestones (who knew that pulling socks off was a milestone?), has perfect blood pressure, excellent hip joints, good weight (even despite the last week of food refusal), and an excellent vocabulary.

And he’s also allergic to Rockmelon (cantaloupe). Which I find very odd, but there you have it.

Inigo after eating Rockmelon in early March. He had it before this with no reaction. I tried again in April, and the reaction was much worse. Yes Donna, that is a squeezy polar bear bath toy…

Tomorrow I have to book him in for a nasty test at the end of June, and then we will know if the reflux has resolved itself and he can stop taking his daily cocktail of anti-biotics. Until then, carry on as usual…

And no, I still haven’t given him any chicken, fish, or lamb. As far as I know, they are still animal corpses!

Delicious.

And messy.

New word this week – Off (said with glee when turning things off)

It didn’t take long for him to get the idea…

Found the loot!

Alex & his maracas

The easter basket filled with loot. Sorry Inigo, no chocolate.

The excitement was a little bit too much for some members of the family.

The cousins playing happily together – after months of Alex not recognising Inigo, suddenly he has started calling out for “Iggy”, “Iggy”!

What am I supposed to do with these?

Oooo! They make noise!

Yay!

Thanks Aunty Sarah, for my very first Easter Hunt!

My lovely mother found some interesting books for children in her travels, and being a rather adventurous and broadminded type, bought them.

It’s a series, and I gather the first ones in the series were more popular than the later titles. These were found in a $2 shop (I think).

First up – Whose nose is this?

And then the rather more risqué “Whose bottom is this?”

And then?

One of the great things about visiting the farm (apart from the wonderful company, lovely food, amazing orchard and beautiful animals), is the water tank.

That means that small children can play with water despite water restrictions!

Inigo at the park, in better days

Inigo is walking more and more, and the other day he was lurching towards me, I thought that his walk is very much like that of a cartoon zombie (hence this morning’s cartoon).

As he lumbered and tottered, it struck me that this drooling, staggering and excited toddler was like a zombie attack from a 50’s horror film – terrifying, but quite slow.

My little body snatcher is having a rough time. It now looks as though he has a cold on top of the Foot & Mouth (which I have renamed Bum, Knee & Mouth Disease, because he seems to have sores on his knees and bum instead of feet and hands), and the poor little guy is very sooky, and very needy.

Today is indeed, a GOOD Friday – Mark is here to co-parent, and I can get some time alone (marooned on a couch while my lovely cleaners do their thing).

Too many cuddles are never enough when you’re sick

Well, OK, it’s officially Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease, but I am being dramatic because I want everyone to feel sorry for me.

Last Wednesday, we had lunch with some friends, and on Friday I got an email to say that one of the kids had come down with HFMD, and to keep an eye out. The incubation period is from 3-7 days, so by yesterday I was pretty confident we were safe.

But no. This morning Inigo was really clingy, and went down for his morning nap WITH NO FUSS WHATSOEVER! That is when I started to worry. When he refused to eat much lunch, I was sure my child had been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with a weird sleeping and not eating child substitute. Then he lunged at me to give me an open mouthed kiss (how adorable!), and I realised 2 things.

This odd child was actually mine, and the open sores inside his mouth probably meant that he caught the bug.

Today has been difficult. When he isn’t sleeping, he’s been clinging to me like a limpet, and shrieking like he’s never going to see me again if I try to get more than a millimetre away from him.

And we’re completely out of gin. Goodnight.

A little while ago, I joined a group called Baby Carriers Downunder. A lovlier online group of parents would be hard to find, and their help with finding a carrier solution for Inigo has been invaluable.

Recently, they organised a Secret Pal type swap, called a “Bilby Swap”, and my Bilby package arrived yesterday.

I will post separately about the wrap (which is gorgeous, and far more tasteful than anything I would have chosen), but here are a few pics of the lovely play silks that my Bilby Ruby made.

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And in Lara news, the reason things have been so quiet here is that we have a house guest for a few days 🙂