Week 29

It's 9pm and we are in our usual night time routine - jolly jumping the crap out of our child so he'll conk out and go to sleep. Lately we cannot get him to bed until at least this time, although he is sleeping longer (thank God). At the current moment he has decided to exercise his lungs and is screaming so loud and at such a high pitch he sounds like he's going to go up in a puff of smoke. Not to mention our eardrums are splitting - we're talking nails down the chalkboard kind of stuff here. At the same time he's screaming he's literally pinging around in a blur of orange & white pj's. Welcome to the new night time routine - it's rather hellish. Not to mention I've changed my own pj's twice already after Liam blew chunks of peas & brown rice mixed with breast milk all over me. Yummy.

This weekend was another long one due to rememberance day so we had 4 days off together which was great. As we do each year we went to the memorial ceremony and while Ian & Liam wore their matching English hats, I wore my poppy in my hair (Liam developed a thing for poppies and kept trying to yank them off our clothes so I had to get creative). After paying our respects to the war veterans we went to blow up 18 helium balloons for Aunty Caylin's 10th "Diva" birthday party. Trying to stuff 18 balloons in our small Mazda was no easy task. Unfortunately there was no space in the front seat so I squeezed myself in the back seat with Liam while Ian stuffed the balloons around us. While trying to yell directions with my head wedged sideways and my arms madly grabbing strings and balloons from Liam's chubby little hands & face (he kept trying to yank the strings towards him & lick the balloons) Ian navigated to the party through mounds of latex. We made it in one piece and spent two hours with 10 highly energetic girls who were pampered with glitter, tattoos and nailpolish. Needless to say we were pooped afterwards and rather glad we have a boy.

Liam is cutting a tooth for real this time - started a few days ago with excessive drool production coupled with extreme fussiness and a lack of interest in his solid foods. I can see the white nodules and split in the gums. Welcome to hell. I've been sticking everything in the freezer (including his soothers) and stocked up on baby Orajel. Ian decided to give the Orajel a try and got rather drooly himself, although not as drooly as earlier on in the week when he had to get 4 fillings done and told me his mouth was "fwozen" and asked me to put on a "fire wog". Friday night Liam was rather hungry so I stuffed him full of peas & barley. Big mistake. Just as we were about to finish the bowl he started gagging and spat up green barf. I got up and as I walked to the sink to get a cloth he projectile vomited all over himself, the high chair and the floor. It was like watching a horror movie - the stuff shot out in a stream so big I had no idea that much barf could come out of something that small. There was so much pea puke I had to shove the high chair in the shower and then scrub the floor multiple times while trying not to hurl. Ian took the easier route and cleaned up Mr. Pukey. I'm never eating peas again.