Augie has just gotten over a virus. It was his first real sickness and he managed it well. Luckily it remained confined to his head and didn't go down into his chest so no coughing or respiratory issues, just a sore throat and sore ears. We went back to super-pureed foods and he took big naps. He only had one difficult night and at that he only woke up once, had a little play with me and then his Dad and then went back to bed. He seems to have a pretty easy personality and doesn't get ruffled by much. Except when he's hungry and his food isn't coming and then the WHOLE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END.
For the last month or so, Augie's been doling out the kisses. And by kisses I mean a big open-mouthed, slobbery affair that lands somewhere on your face (cheek if you're so lucky) that may or may not end in biting. Half the time there is hair pulling involved. It is unmistakably a gesture of affection but it needs serious fine-tuning. For whatever reason he was only giving them to me - and to Susie when she was here. Mick was lamenting being left out of this ritual, until he actually received one. He likened it to being hit in the face with an oyster. I can't say I disagree with him.
In other news that would dismay toy manufacturers everywhere but which seems to be the case in every story I have heard any parent tell about their children's selection of playthings, the photo below is a partial selection of Augie's toys, which he plays with for about 15 minutes each day until he tires of them and wants to be picked up, played with, etc. And then they're pretty much done and I have to put them all back at the end of the day.
The items in this next photo are the ones I can leave him with for ages and ages and they are no end of amusement. These are the ones I take with me to my appointments or anywhere else where I need him to sit happily in one place for 20 minutes or more. Yes, a plastic coat hanger, baby hairbrush and baby toothbrush. The only thing that's missing from this photo is a cardboard paper towel roll, which is also endlessly amusing. Yet we still buy him toys. I have no idea why. Must be highly effective marketing.
When Susie was with us, she got Augie a walker. She got this because Augie's still not crawling but is also getting frustrated with just sitting. He wants to be walking but wants to hold onto a person to do it. When I am the only person available for this activity, it doesn't leave me with a lot of time for anything else in the day! We now refer to the walker as BattleKart because he uses it more as a bulldozer/ramming device than a walker. His favourite speed is as fast as he can go and if he runs into something, he just pushes harder to either bowl it over or get around it. Bodhi has, unfortunately, found herself in the path of destruction more than once. She is now vigilant from the moment he gets in the thing. Luckily she can hear him coming a mile away. The buttons on the front of BattleKart play nursery rhymes so he goes careening around the house, bashing the buttons wildly so what we end up with is a sort of techno-mix of nursery rhymes and a bass line of the kart ramming various pieces of furniture, walls, doorways, etc.
This video is a new little game we have with BattleKart.
I'll leave you with some happy talk...a bit of self-amusement with a clothes hanger.
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