So Pasty Smurf seems to be, albeit slowly, on the mend. He is still coughing and late this afternoon his cough was sounding very croup-like again. But thank goodness we have had no v-wording for two solid days now (and, No, I am not sending that out into the Universe as an invitation). I am so disappointed that, with all the chaos at last week's paed appointment when Dr B weighed Sam, I didn't even ask what his weight is now. I do remember that his height is now 84cm which is not too shabby at all because that's like a 3cm growth in about four/five months. Also, after showing Dr B how severely Sam's sensory defensiveness is at the moment, Dr B did a delicate examination of where he thinks Sam's right teste is sitting and, although not 100% sure but pretty darn close, he thought he located it sitting much further out of Sam's groin area than we anticipated - almost kind of under Sam's hip bone. Anyway, Dr B is quite convinced that that little teste could definitely be causing Sam some discomfort, at best, if not pain with certain movements and positions. So, boy are we counting down anxiously until the 20th January to, hopefully, see the removal of the teste having a profound effect on Sam's SID.
On Sunday afternoon Sam seemed to be feeling a little better so we ventured out into the big, wide world...or more specifically down to Aunty Cammy's to meet the new addition to hers and Uncle D's family. So folks, meet Elvis....
...who loved playing with Sam's stacking rings almost as much as Sam does,
and had Sam beside himself with excitement.
Between Sam and Elvis, they kept Uncle D busy fishing the stacking rings out from under the couch.
Random pic of Sam and Dad
And please do note Dad's snazzy new haircut...cut and styled by moi! I'm thinking of opening my own little hair salon, Salon de Smurf...just as long as all the customers are only wanting military-style do's. Although I'm quite sure I could manage quite well with an emo-style cut (not even sure if there's even any cutting involved there) and have extensive experience with the haircutting of squirmey-wormey-type little people. I've asked Meg several times if I can't experiment a little on her hair too, but would you believe she's just simply refusing. Tsk Tsk.