You must learn to project, JJ…

18 12 2012

Last week I picked up the bug that seems to be doing the rounds.

I tried to struggle through work for a couple of days as there were some Christmas lunches to be enjoyed.

But I fell by Wednesday and had to go home for some serious TLC.

Unfortunately for me, there was one small and very snotty and smelly issue.


The bug had hit him like a train and he wasn’t in a good way.

He was really sick.

I had never witnessed projectile vomit like it

One day I was winding him after he took virtually no milk, when a geyser-esque explosion emanated from his mouth.

It arced across the room like a white rainbow all down his chest of drawers.

Virtually every drawer had to have its contents removed to be cleaned.

Coupled with the equivalent from the other end, it did not make for a pleasant experience.

My blocked nose came in handy.

When well, he’s like a little meerkat always looking around and alert and is not really into cuddling – too much to do and see.

But he became a really clingy baby, desperate for cuddles and reassurance.

JJ had turned into a little limpet and selfishly I enjoyed this time with him.

He’d look up to me as if to say “Daddy what is happening, please help me. Take away the pain.”

It was heart-breaking.

I hated feeling so helpless.

I’d stroke his head and face until he fell into the bliss of sleep.

Here’s a picture of the poor little fella.

Thankfully all is well now bar a slight cough.

Wifey sent me a picture this morning.

It’s good to have him back.


I’m better Daddy!


Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate…

17 12 2012

Last week was dreadful.

It started on Sunday with JJ starting to show signs of feeling really ill.

Then I started feeling lousy.

Then JJ got really ill.

Then I got ill.

Then Wifey had to cope.

Anyway, it prompted my thought for this week’s photo challenge with its theme of delicate.

Poor JJ.

Poor, poor JJ.



He’s much better now though 🙂

Sometimes you’ve got to be cruel to be kind…

4 12 2012

The swimming lessons continue in earnest with JJ.

We had our second one recently and it felt like a walk in the park for him.

Albeit, a walk in the park where you are enjoying all the sights and sounds then suddenly find yourself under water.

The instructor asked how we’d feel about putting our babies under the water to the tune of Humpty Dumpty.

I didn’t like to think about the horrific consequences Mr Dumpty experienced after falling from that wall, and said JJ had never gone under before.

After a brief explanation of what to do – blow in their face and quickly dunk him – I turned around to look at Wifey sitting on the sideline like a helpless parent.

We connected across the pool with a mutual feeling of panic.

Obviously showing no fear I embarked on JJ’s first dunking.

“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great faaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllll.”



I forgot to finish the rhyme, not that JJ really cared about what happened to this ovoid freak of nature.

No tears.

No crying.

Just a look back at Daddy as if to say “WTF WAS THAT FOR YOU FOOL?”

He carried on after that without a care in the world.

But something tells me that he logged what happened.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but at some point I’m sure he’ll seek his revenge.

So I dunked him again for good measure.