Sweet Child O' Mine

While I can't claim the words or lyrics as my own, I totally dedicate this song to The Boy...

He's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories 

Where everything 

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 

Now and then when I see his face 

He takes me away to that special place

And if I'd stare too long 

I'd probably break down and cry 

Sweet child o' mine 

Sweet love of mine 

He's got eyes of the bluest skies 

As if they thought of rain 

I hate to look into those eyes 

And see an ounce of pain 

His hair reminds me of a warm safe place 

Where as a child I'd hide 

And pray for the thunder 

And the rain 

To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine 

Sweet love of mine 

Where do we go 

Where do we go now 

Where do we go 

Sweet child o' mine 






Thanks Guns N Roses - ka-chow! (been watching Cars too many times...)

Hungwy Fwoggy

A short insert this time.
I'm bathing the Boy tonight and he is busy playing with his usual collection of bath toys, some of them waterproof, some of them not so much. Oh well. Included in his collection is a life size plastic frog with a big gaping mouth, kwaaak! I'm busy folding his worn clothes when I look up and hear him exclaim "Look Mommy look!"
There he is holding the frog close to his southern regions and he has managed to position all his boy bits into the amphibian's mouth. "He is eating my willy!" he laughs.
Well, yes, dear, maybe he thought it was a nice big fat juicy worm...
Back to folding clothes but this time with a grin on my face.

One for the 21st birthday speeches.
He better pray I'm senile or in the grave by then.

this is the exact same frog...

In the arms of an angel

As parents we all, at some point or another, have those moments of quietly watching your child sleep and feeling the overwhelming sense of love and wonder for this perfect little being that God has created.

Yes, sometimes we suspect it is someone other than God who spawned our children but last night was not one of them, not for me at least.


The Boy has a healthy appetite and I have never had to fight too hard to get any sort of sustenance into his robust little body. Except when he is feeling poorly or if it happens to be green and leafy. And last night all he happened to feel like eating was half a hamburger roll, and no hamburger on it.  Some might say "So whats the real problem?" I have another mama friend whose boy would only eat boiled eggs for weeks on end, so I can't really complain can I? It's not so much as complaining but pointing out that, after a while, you know when somethings up with your child. And I'm not necessarily talking about new mamas either because new mamas feel like they know zilch. Lets face it, we've all wondered around in self obsessed, self-doubting moments thinking "Am I doing this right???" 
He was also feeling warmer than usual.


I popped him into the bath and washed everything that needed washing while he dunked Hand Me Down Barbie under the bubbles and studied his boy bits.


All cosy and wrapped up in his gown and Spiderman slippers we kept each other company on the couch while watching Madagascar. I love King Julian and those penguins, they really steal the show! ("Hey dere, freaks!")


Later, while entertaining myself with an episode of CSI, I heard the Boy's muffled wails once again. This did not bode well as he usually sleeps through to the next morning. Unless he is in pain or has a fever. And that usually means ANOTHER BLASTED EAR INFECTION.


I had already made a mental note to call my Mom to make a doctor's appointment for the next day knowing full well what her sage advice will be - never let an ear infection go unchecked, even if you think it might not be too serious, it can lead to hearing disabilities. (Sometimes I wonder if I have already left a past ear infection too long and the Boy's hearing ability, or should I say listening ability has experienced some serious deterioration. Especially,of course, if he is watching CBeebies. Or doing something I've told him not to!)


All that aside I carry him and his 3 teddies to our bed and settle him under the covers. He seems to find comfort being in our bed as he already snuggles down and starts to rest his eyelids. I climb in beside him on the Husband's side and settle down beside the little warm body. This is the part when I get to study my child's beautiful face up close and personal. Its real up close as he has slung his arm round my neck and pulled me close to him like his beloved teddy. Too close, it seems, as my breath on his face is annoying him. (I did brush my teeth before hand, by the way, ahem.)

Those eyebrows are doing their best Jack Nicholson impersonation and trying to keep his eyelids from slipping closed. Eventually gravity wins and they slide shut and his breathing becomes a little deeper.
Through the dim light I take in the smooth flushed baby cheeks, the slightly parted rosy lips and his little crusty nose. His hair has flopped to the side of his warm forehead and he unconsciously embraces me closer every so often, his little mind subconsciously making sure I'm still there.


The Husband, with a skip in his step, goes to sleep in the spare room and I stay cuddled with the Boy. While I love having his little arms hug me tight it does not make for the ideal conditions for a deep refreshing night's sleep. But I console myself with the fact that I get to sleep in the arms of my little angel.


I wrote that bit a week ago after just one night of restless sleep, expecting the doc to prescribe an antibiotic, which she did, and expecting just possibly one more night of restless slumber before the meds kicked in and we could all sleep in our own beds with the assurance that little ears were taken care of and were healing well. Once again.


Yes, well...


I didn't take into consideration the appearance of nasty ulcers the size of Texas in the poor boy's mouth. These ulcers laugh, positively scoff, at the idea of peaceful sleep.


As it turns out I think the Boy's system was just run down, the antibiotics must have exacerbated the little ulcers that were already forming and it all just amalgamated into a very sore sensitive mouth. Which aparentley also affected his sleep. And mine.

Oh and did I mention the wonderful runny nappies I had to change? The Husband fled the premises at the first soggy sound of spuitpoep being deposited into the dwindling supply of diapers. I had to feel sorry for the Boy, he even reversed a pace away from us before surrendering to the pressing urge and blasting his nappy full of crap. Damn antibiotics.


But we managed to fix that up too with a course of probiotics administered in the guise of sweeties. He happily chomped those down before meal times, which, thankfully have actually started involving food. Runny tummies and mouth ulcers kinda don't make good mates for a healthy appetite.


He is back to his normal boy-self, scoffing down meals with gusto. He even quietly devoured three sweets with the wrappers still on last night. Which will make for interesting discussions after changing his nappy at the creche today I'm sure.


I love having a happy healthy little Boy with a happy healthy appetite, (too healthy in the case of wrapper-ed sweeties) and I will, as a good mama does, try to ensure he remains happy and healthy as much as possible. But there will be times when he is sick and miserable and while we wait for the meds to kick in I will be more than happy to be his favourite teddy, lie in his arms and let him draw comfort from me. It won't last forever and too soon his teddy will possibly be replaced by a young lady* who will also gladly wipe his beautiful brow and bring him sweet tea.

And, while that day will surely come, I will freely sacrifice a few nights sleep to nurse and soothe my Boy. And hopefully occupy the arms of my young angel just a little while longer.

Sleep tight, xxx


* here's hoping she's a lady! Future tarts beware!

** While I finish this post The Darling Husband has succumbed to the lurgy and has crept into bed for an early night. The Boy has discovered that Daddy has gone to bed before him and has decided to go keep Pappa company. I hope the Husband is enjoying the angel's arms too...