So, it’s 10:40 and I’m now on t-shirt number three (no joke!) – t-shirt number one took a hit for the team, proving that a few mouthfuls of baby-yak won’t stop it… much. It gave out and paved the way for t-shirt number two to step in, but gave a relatively pathetic performance in the ring and was knocked out in about 10 minutes flat, literally, by a yak-filled hit to the rib-area. (Under-arm sick isn’t nice.)
So t-shirt number three it is, and we’ll see how far that goes. (Only problem is, this t-shirt is a polo-shirt and the last time I wore this, Jack threw up right down the front, underneath the open neck/button area.) If it helps, Jack managed to get sick on his clothes too, so new all-in-one shirt for him then.
Incidentally, Claire laughs at me for changing my t-shirt saying, “it’s only a little bit of sick…” - Right. Dribbled all the way from the collar to my waist, and stinking of yak and wet on my belly… nice. I’ll change, thanks.
‘Someone upstairs’ who is supposed to be asleep right now was crying a moment or two as though he was in pain, so I rushed up there to find him laying on the right-side of the bed (looking down), face down, with his right leg dangling between the bars again, right up to his thighs, stuck. Freed him, flipped him over, he had a bit of a cry and he was out for the count in seconds. If only I could fall asleep that fast, I’d be ok.
Since last blogging, we’ve not done a great deal. Jack has had more milk at 09:00, according to the feeding list at the zoo. We’ve been playing with his giant bumble bee that’s got crinkly wings, a mirror on his foot, a rattle in one hand and a squeak in the another – it’s great this, staying at home playing with kid’s toys all day…
Jack’s Granddad Garry (my dad) has been reading the blog already this morning and seen that I’m in all day, so he’s going to come over for lunch later. I’m obviously a house-wife-in-training, in that I don’t actually know what’s in the cupboard to feed him, but Claire’s a bit more efficient that I am, so I can safely assume that there’s something edible in the house.
Incidentally, the dog, Alfie isn’t here this morning. Claire took him yesterday over to Jack’s Great Grandma Gert’s house for the night, as I think she thought I couldn’t manage with both of them – pah! Easy. Erm… well, maybe not actually, as Alfie can be a nuisance as he thinks that he has to bark and growl at any one who has dared to walk past the front of our house. He seems to know when Jack is ready to fall asleep and then barks in perfect timing, which can make things a little more complicated, and that’s when Claire and I are here.
I was just searching back through my blog to find the above link to the post about Alfie, and stumbled across this post, which means that this isn’t the first full day that I’ve spent with Jack… and that was back in April!
More later.
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