There was a time, not so long ago, when Dave and I were very excited that Henry put together a 5-word sentence. Can’t remember what it was, though I do remember that his friend Sean’s first was “Henry Miller bit Granny’s balloon.” Bang!
So, tonight he came out with one I want to remember, on the phone to Daddy, who is on the way home from work. “Henny and Mummy laughing about the chickpea in my nose.”
We were, too, although 20 minutes ago, after blowing and tweezers didn’t work, I had logged on to the NHS website, and neither of us were so amused. Then he did a great big fabulous sneeze.
Wonderful how these problems can solve themselves.
Now, here’s a family pic from Christmas, just because.
A couple of weeks ago, he had a marvellous spate of eating things he shouldn’t. Took a big bite of my vitamin supplement, chewed it hard and then gagged and retched for a while. Took a lovely bite of raw pumpkin which I had doused in chilli oil ready for the oven- that wasn’t a great favourite, either. The best was the day he just randomly threw up his lunch, about 10 minutes after getting down from the table- no apparent problem, not overly bothered, or seeming ill. But he came to me about an hour later and said very sternly, “Don’t eat food off the floor, Mummy! Make you sick!”
Well, yes. I wonder what it was.