Ooohhh...that little tongue, which is seldom actually inside Sam's mouth.
Err.....define "kiddies"pool again, Dad!
Sam gloating after I tried to take him out but quickly returned him to his little turtley-pool after he screamed blue murder! Cheeky smurf :)
I honestly have no clue what Meghan was doing here, not sure she has either. She did mumble something about a somersault at the time. A somersault? Boy, things really have changed....in the good ol' days a somersault looked more like a turning-head-over-heels movement than a.....??? Well, what she's doing..LOL
By Sunday Sam was eating as per (his) normal again and had a really good night's sleep as well, with me only having to get up about five times as opposed to the usual twenty-something...and it was mostly to reposition him after he somehow managed to land up with his legs and bottom perched on the wedge in his cot and his head at the bottom. Definitely not the most reflux-friendly sleeping position. Monday morning started super-positive that Sam is definitely on the mend which obviously means that next Friday's surgery date is sure to be achievable. And it just got better...on Monday afternoon Sam slept for a whopping THREE HOURS! He ate every bowl of food (all 150mls of it) without any resistance and on Monday night blessed us with another trouble-free night and again astonished me with a two hour and thirty-eight minute nap on Tuesday afternoon. I was almost excited about Sam going down last night, already making plans for what all I intended to do with today's almost guaranteed two hour freetime while Sam napped. (Err...by plans I mean things like do the washing, update Sam's blog, etc). I just HAD to jinx it.
I don't remember Sam being still or anything remotely peaceful for more than about half an hour last night. He tossed and turned and whinged and whined as much as always and then woke up with a cough that is sounding dismally croup-like. And this morning's "free time"? Lasted a total of 17 minutes! It seriously just had to happen. I usually leave home at about 1:40pm to collect Meg from school so on Monday when by that time Sam was still sleeping and we were still reveling in his gorgeously long nap, Brampies went off to fetch Meg for me. Yesterday was also a little tense, waiting to see if he would wake-up on time for me to leave...which of course he did, with literally minutes to spare. Today I only had to fetch Meg at 4:30pm so his two/three hour long nap would have been absolutely no problem at all...had it actually happened, of course.
What are the chances that he can possibly pick up some other illness/germ within the next few days and again leave us no alternative but to re-schedule the orchidectomy?