We are back. After being knocked for six a bit last week, the big man is back to his energetic best. This is confirmed by the 6am wake ups that we have had all this week, where he wants to play with his ‘sword’ immediately.
Obviously mummy and daddy are delighted that our little bundle of joy is no longer sick, however we are not quite as enamoured with the early morning energy.
This week has been mainly about getting back into his routine. We didn’t vary much off it when he was ill, but because he couldn’t do much running around or going outside he was inside watching a fair bit of TV. Lis has had to work hard to now get him back into playing outside, but she has succeeded. She has done so well that he spent 2 hours playing in our front garden, which is pretty small, without any of his other toy, just running around and playing with sticks.
He also went back to kindy this week. Every parent knows that kindy is a germ fest. It is absolutely impossible for you to send your child to one and them not pick up some type of bug. You can put them in a ball and send them to kindy and they will still get something! I have to admit, I was slightly anxious about his return, as his little immune system is probably knackered from fighting his chest virus. Time will tell if we have successfully navigated week 1.
He is a huge fan of kindy when he is there, and we had got to the point where as soon as we walked in he was off with his mates. This week was a regression. I am not sure if it was to do with him having been sick the previous week and spending a lot of time at home or what, but he was very clingy when I went to drop him off. As usual, when his little mate saw him, he came running up to him with the biggest smile and wanted to play but H Boss didn’t want to have a bar of it. I tried to encourage him to go off and play with his friends, but it seems there is a bit more work needed.
This week has also taught me that anything that is new is exciting. Our very much first-world problem of only having one car is now over. Lis has got herself a new car. That means we can now put in Harrison’s car seat that has been sitting around for 3 months. We got it out of the box and it might as well have been a gold plated throne. His eyes lit up, he squealed excitedly and plonked his bottom on the chair. It took dinner time to get him out of it. I bet as soon as the bloody thing goes in the car we will have a much harder time getting him in there!
When the car seat was being fitted, Lord H gave the fitter a monologue of epic proportions. It had everything you could wish for: dragons, monsters, holes, spades, booming (hitting), eating, mummy and daddy and of course the car. Lord only knows what he was on about, but the main thing is that as soon as he was told it was time to go into the car seat the novelty had not yet worn off and he was in there like a shot, with a huge smile on his face. Happy fathering.
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