Euan wants to ride this tiger to Canada instead of flying. I told him no. He
seemed ok with that. I'm dreading flying 9 hours with the wriggly monkey child.
He is everywhere these days! He is going to be a nightmare! I'm hoping the other
plane riding participants have prepared themselves for one screaming 9 month
old! Lucky them!
He has recently learned how to shake his head, no.
'Do you want more food?'
NO
'Do you want to get down?'
NO
'Do you want to go outside?'
NO
I'm fully aware he has no clue that his head
shaking means no but its fun to play with anyway.
Do you like Daddy?
NO
See...fun!
He likes to wave and blow raspberries (beware the
flying spit!) I'm thinking him and cousin Gunnar are going to have too much fun
when we get to Canada. He's taken on all the qualities of a loyal puppy since he learned to crawl. He follows me everywhere! Just when I think he is settled down and playing nicely in the living room, I slink off to the bathroom thinking I've out witted him, when I hear the tiny slap of his little hands across the linoleum and a cheeky smile rounds the corner. He thinks its great fun, and I do love my new puppy!
Well its been pretty busy in the Hole house. We had a lovely EVIL holiday in Pembrokeshire.
Explain?
Ok.
So we arrive on the Saturday to a nice old farmhouse that we've rented for the week with Glenns family. We get all unpacked and cozy and settle in for a week of fun and fancy free-ness. Sunday commences and Glenn comes down with a cold he caught off his Dad. He makes it known that he is pretty much dying. I pat him sympathetically on the head and send him to bed with medicine. Me and Euan enjoy playing outside, visiting the neighborly cows etc. Everyone proceeds to catch the cold.
So far I feel fine.
We even went horse riding. Wednesday night it hits me and poor little Euan. I hope that none of you ever have to experience this illness in your lives...it sucks the life right out of you. And it takes no prisoners, even my poor baby was reduced to never ending coughing, tears, and snot (never ending streams of snot)We lived on a diet of painkillers and orange juice (and milk for the bubbs) Needless to say we are finally feeling better.
The other fun/evil part of the holiday was one broken solar panel that the owners of the house blamed on us.
It wasn't us.
They say it was.
Evil.
Other news, we have just realized that we only have one calendar month until we move to Canada.
Panicking?
Yes I am.
Sadly this meant we had to find a new home for our furkid. Ollie the dog found a new home with a fun family with three kids. They seemed nice and hopefully he settles in ok. Me on the other hand, utterly destroyed. That pup was my baby until my real baby came. He will be missed.
So one more thing and then I promise I'm done.
Euan is crawling! He just started doing it properly yesterday(it may have been sooner and I never noticed...he's good at rolling too...) You never truly realize how dirty your floor is until your baby daintily picks up and unidentified object between his tiny fingers and promptly sticks it in his mouth. Yep, that's a blob of hair. Gag. I baby proofed the living room, I'm hoping as long as one room is done I can just keep him caged contained. How do you keep kids out of everything when they are mobile!? Seriously!
