The sweet smell of success...

... apparantly smells a lot like feet. Yes, the gentleman has finally managed to do what he's been trying to do for months - eat his own feet. He looked so proud lying there sucking on his own big toe. I suppose I'd be pretty pleased if I could do that too. He's also mastered rolling over on the bed now, so you can't let him out of your sight for a second from hereon in. The fun starts here, people.

His chest seems to be improving, fingers crossed. Its pretty rattly and he's coughing more which seems to hurt him, but his breathing seems better and he is in better form. Most of the time.. sometimes, particularly when he's getting tired, he takes a crying thing and won't settle. Poor little guy. Hopefully it won't be too long before we have our happy laughy little man back, its not nice to see him all sicky.  

Poor little sick man again!

Or maybe that should read still.. Mam called me home from work today to bring him to the doctor because pulled one of his funny breathing stunts on her. Until now, he'd only done it at night. The doc said he was pretty wheezy and put him on a nebulizer. The relief seemed to be pretty instantaneous for the little guy.. He was much better all day. We have to keep him sucking back the funny gas now until he's better. Hopefully it'll help his night time sickness too. He's really bad some nights, but sleeps through others. Fingers crossed for the poor wee fella. His granny DM is having a tough time of it too, so here's a big shout out to Granny in hospital - get well soon!

I feel really guilty going to work with the man sick, and mam is afraid he'll take another turn on her watch, so I've booked off until Friday as annual leave. I am going to spoil my wee man rotten, all the attention he can handle! He'll be a nightmare when he gets better!! I just want him to shake the stupid thing once and for all. He's pretty off his bottle today, although he has taken a couple of spoon feeds, he hasn't sucked back the moo juice all day. Now I know he's REALLY sick!

Better go make dinner! 

Poor baby sick!

Poor old Emmett.. He had a rough week. He has a chest that sounds like an old pair of boots, however they'd sound. Pretty bad, I imagine. He is coughing away like a little smoker. I guess he should cut back on the fags. Aoibhin is even worse, though, she sounds like last legs material altogether. They both seem to be improving, though, now that they've given it to me and Granny. Carrier monkeys, thats all they are. Dirty diseased little carrier monkeys. Where's Dustin Hoffman when we need him? Emmett started waking up at night again with this cold. Yay! I've started ramming dozol down his little chops and putting a humidifier in the room spouting lovely pine oil fragrances around the shop, and he didn't wake in the last couple of nights, so hopefully we're going back to normal. Fingers crossed, anyway. I had gotten really used to sleeping through the night again, it wasn't a pretty sight when I was woken.

Emmett's Granny DM and auntie Siobhan came down on Friday night for a bit of an old visit. A good time was had by all of us, hopefully by the visitors too.. Emmett really loved all the attention. He got remarkably used to it, too, between the patient syndrome and having people coo and goo over him - he's learned that crying equals being lifted, and he's making full use of the knowledge. Babies are so smart its unbelievable.

We went out on Saturday evening then for Fergal's graduation/21st birthday. Even Little Niall made it down for it. Poor old Aoibhin was in rotten form, so Grainne didn't really get much of a meal. She had that aforementioned cold, and she cut her very first tooth. Big girl! She was inconsolable until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Poor baa, I felt so sorry for her. This pair of pineapples in the table beside us sat throwing dirty looks over all through the meal. I felt like strangling them, its not like the child was doing it on purpose. I'd love to have the guts to just stare back or ask them what their major malfunction is, but unfortunately I hate confrontation!! I was cursing a blue streak inside my head, though, I'd say they could see the malignant looks, alright. Saps.

So that was that, a very eventful weekend, all in all!

Yawnfest 2005

I must admit, that wasn't the most interesting weekend we've ever had.. Emmett stayed at home with his Daddy while I went shopping. I think the pair drove each other bonkers. Apparantly Emmett was alright as long as Stephen gave him his 100% full attention constantly, and changed the amusing activity every 30 seconds. Welcome to parenthood!

I did some serious shopping. Christmas is mostly sorted out now, woohoo!! Grainne and I bought a high chair for Mammy's house, but when we got it home there was a bit broken on it, so that has to go back today. Well, it could wait, but we're heading in to town anyway so we may as well bring it back. I also got the cutest little hat for him, it has two bobbly things and he looks adorable. Must post a picture. I bought him a bib for christmas which supposedly plays Christmas tunes, but I did what my mother always does and took one from the back of the rack, and it doesn't bloody work. Must have been the weekend for buying goods that need returning. See? Told you it was boring weekend.

Emmett finally turned pro at sticking things in his gob and eating them. We were sitting around the birthday cake for Garrett and I was having a nice cup of coffee (thanks, Francis!). Emmett was watching it and trying to get at it every time I put the thing up to my mouth, so I got a glass and put a little coke in the bottom of it. The second it gets within his reach he is grabbing it with both hands and bringing it down to his mouth, then licking out the contents. I'm thinking of throwing him a sippy cup just to play with to see how he gets on. It was funny to watch him get hyped up on his first coke! The unfortunate side effect is that he now assumes he's getting some every time I'm drinking from a cup or glass.

Thats pretty much it. I know what you're thinking.. how can one family survive so much excitement in their lives? Well its tough.. you just have to take one day at a time and hope that the adrenaline rush doesn't cause the old ticker to give out on you. So far so good.