He's a lumberjack & he's okay...

Well it had to happen.

Braeden's given me his chesty cough. I swear this kid has picked up every single bug going this year, and haven't there been LOTS of bugs to choose from.

Of course a dear longtime friend admonished me not to let my kid go to Playcentre etc "because that's where kids catch all sorts of bugs". (One presumes she doesn't mean hungry caterpillars, LOL). And our doctor is at the other end of the opinion spectrum: "Get 'em out there, get 'em exposed to everything, let the kid build up his own resistance & he'll be a healthier, more resilient adult for it".

Brae doesn't go to Playcentre anymore because (officially) it clashes with his morning sleep. Um, unofficially I didn't like the way the bigger boys bullied him, just because he wanted to hang around with them. Playcentre's a bit too PC for me.. I'm not comfortable where kids are allowed to do any old thing simply because it's not PC to say "No".

He does go to kindy.. something I fought hard with myself over. I had to visit & see if it was a creche or a real honest to goodness kindergarten, and even once I was satisfied it was, I still found it next to impossible to leave him.

And don't worry.. he made it next to impossible to be LEFT! Cling, roar, real tears, betrayed & abandoned.. and that was just me going to sit down to watch him play :-)

The teachers were very patient with us both, and I was able to hang out with him as much as I liked, at no extra cost :-P

Then one day I bent down to kiss him & said my usual "Can Mummy go off and get a few jobs done, sweetheart?" and instead of clutch/roar/abandonement I got the very literal "flip off". He airily waved me off, (saying "Wave!" which is so cute), turned and ran off with his wee friends.

I was in shock. Did I interpret that right? Nah.. surely not. So off I went to smooch & repeat. Again, he waved me goodbye, but this time he kindly reached up and plastered a big wet kiss right on my nose. THEN he ran off again to resume his game.

We built him up gradually to three afternoons a week, and if he had any say in it, he'd go seven! But I think 3 is plenty, especially as *I* want to see something of the lad!! Why should his teachers & buddies get all the fun :-)

When you tell him "it's kindy day, today!" he runs and gets his shoes & kindy backpack, and THRUSTS them at you impatiently. Woe betide you if you want to hold up the works by changing a nappy, putting his socks on or (gasp) getting the car keys.

So he goes.. and he catches the bot... and he shares it with me. Ah well.

Maybe we'll each have the constitution of an ox when we grow up ;-)

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Tomorrow Braeden gets his first trike. A big milestone in the life of a terribly important baby person.

Today he spent the day clambering over the couch to get to the no-go-zone on the other side, walking around on the kitchen table (despite being hauled off on a regular basis & told NO), and generally bashing the heck out of his very sick mother who wanted nothing more than to lie & perhaps die on the couch while Dad & Braeden played inside & out.

There's something to be said for having a fat nappied bottom land heavily on your head to wake you out of a fevered dream.

Then it was shortly followed up by the stereo remote attempting to be inserted in my ear by force. Never mind my ear canal is about an eighth of the size... or at least, it was.

Roll on warmer weather so I can give this potty training a go. (gulps nervously...)