Number 1 - I have no idea what I'm supposed to write!

This is the first installment.

Saturday, The Bean has been sick now for two days.

It started Thursday night and it started with vomit. Lots. Regularly. Between the hours of 10pm and 6am. He needed to hold my hand to go to sleep.

"Mama, please hold my hand."

I needed to hold his hand while he slept on my pillow and breathed vomit breath all over the world. That's ok, but gross, too.

Needless to say I didn't go to work on Friday because creche doesn't allow vomity children to attend.

We watched the only Playschool DVD we own, five episodes, about Dinosaurs, in a row, over and over, from approximately 11am until 6:30pm with a break for a nap in between (both of us had said nap!)

He'd stopped being vomity by Friday night, he slept all night.

And cried all day today. And watched the Dinosaur Playschool DVD. He is no longer vomity, just snotty and sad. Paracetamol works for a time. Cuddles where snot and tears are wiped on my shoulder work much better, so it seems.

Mum (Ninna to The Bean) and Dad (Papa to The Bean) came over in the afternoon. Dad took The Bean to the park across the road. Mum helped me hang out washing and let me cry.

Bless their hearts!

Today is 57 more sleeps until we fly to Vietnam for The Bean's first overseas trip and my first overseas trip since before The Bean was born!!!

Excited doesn't even begin to explain it.


Things The Bean has said...

When I explained to him that he should eat carrots, because Dinosaurs eat carrots, he said,
"No Mama"
"Yeah, they do. Dinosaurs LOVE carrots."
"No, they don't Mama."
"Why don't you go call Ninna and ask her?"
"Ok."
Calls Ninna. Asks her. Ninna agrees that Dinosaurs eat carrots and that he, too, should eat carrots.
The Bean says "No please, Ninna, I'm not a dinosaur."