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I’m pretty sure he wasn’t looking at me……..

Max had a good friend that he used to go to playgroup with called Owen.  They’d see each other 3-5 times a week over about eight months and always got on really well.  I wouldn’t have thought that kids that young had strong friendships but Owen and his family moved away over a month ago and Max still mentions Owen’s name.  He even yells out his name whenever we drive passed their old house and even when planes go over sometimes (Owen left on a plane)

It makes me sad to know that this is just the first of many broken friendships I guess 🙁 Here’s a shot of Max taking Owen for a ride in his tractor (Max is three months younger than Owen)

For those of you in the UK that may be interested to see how your rellies over here look now, here’s a shot of us at Steve and Carrie’s recent wedding.

For those of you that don’t know, it’s Me, Vic, Vic’s sister Ali and Vic’s Mum Janet

Because I’m with Max everyday (well almost) I don’t really see him getting any taller in my view.  That was until yesterday…….

Just after we moved into this house Max couldn’t open doors (bliss!) through a mixture of being too short and a lack of motor skills.  This was great of course as we could shut him in a room and there he would stay Then things changed and he a) figured out how doorknobs worked and b) could just reach them if he stretched up as high as he could on tippy-toes.

Yesterday Max came into our bedroom in the morning (as he always does) and shut the door behind him (which he’s taken to doing whenever he comes into our room – strange) When he left about 15 minutes later he walked up to the door and opened it easily and walked out.  It wasn’t the fact that he opened it easily that amazed but more the fact that the doorknob was at eye level!

How fast they grow………

The Houses of Parliament in London.  My Mum has this hanging on her wall

Vic (on the right) and her sister Ali on or about 29/11/01

I’m having a look through the 107 images I submitted over a couple of years to www.photocritique.net and have had loads of fun seeing pictures that I had completely forgotten about!  I am going to post some here over the next few days and as it’s just past Easter I thought I’d start with this one:

Italian

17th Century

Ivory

12 inches tall

V&A Museum, London

Canon EOS D30 and 50mm MKII

1/80 sec

F2.8

ISO: 400

What a way to start your morning – cleaning up vomit

I’m sure most parents have gone through this but this is my first experience of having to clean up my child’s meals after they’ve been ingested.  So far Max has only thrown up a couple of times in his life and they’ve only been a mouthful or so – this morning was the whole “entire stomach contents and hey, where are the diced carrots” deal.

Max and I had gone downstairs to have breakfast while Vic kept sleeping and, after not eating all that well over the last couple of days, he had a pretty hearty breakfast.  After his cereal he was eating some toast and started to cough.  I was squatting down in front of his table telling him to chew his food properly (he just inhales food sometimes) when all of a sudden he heaves!  He looks at me with a confused look on his face and then really starts to bring up his breakfast 🙁 After three more big heaves he starts crying and there’s vomit all over his plate, the table, the floor, his shoes, his trousers, his top and hands and he really doesn’t know what’s going on.  To be fair he had said that he had a sore tummy about 30 minutes before so next time I’ll take him at his word!

After I strip him down and get him a drink to clear his mouth out I leave him sitting there watching me and start to clean up.  8 paper towels and a wet cloth later and we’re off upstairs to get some clean clothes.  After that he had some more toast and seemed in a better mood Now he’s running around as though nothing happened so I’m guessing it was something he ate rather than a fever (plus his temp is fine)