A Blog About a Bloke-Living with WHS

Not quite what Braeden thought it would be. But, sometimes, you just gotta let them learn for themselves. Bear in mind that he loves cooking, so maybe he was just trying to create a new dish. Either way, he only managed to eat one piece!!!

Braeden came in on Saturday morning while I was still in bed and our conversation went a little like this: B: "Mum, sultana in nose" A: "What? You have a sultana in your nose?" B: "Yes" (with a very solemn nodd of his head) A: "Don't be silly, why would you have sultana up your nose" B: "MUM!" (points to his nose) "Sultana" A: "Brae-den" (sighs, looks up his nose, can't really see anything) At this point, I wonder if he is telling me the truth, and tell David to get a torch and the tweezers, just in case. David looks up his nose and sees nothing. I take another look and send the tweezers in because I did see something which may have resembled a sultana. With a bit of squirming from Braeden and marvellous surgical techniques from me, lo and behold, out comes a rather large sultana. A: "Oh Braeden...we NEVER put sultanas or anything else up our noses ok" B:  (with a grave face) "Y...

Braeden has just started having night terrors through the night. Bit scary really until I asked a couple of the girls at work who reassured me that they were normal. The last few nights (which, incidently coincide with him sleeping in his big boy bed) he has woken up screaming and trying to either climb his chest of drawers, or try and hide under the little ledge on his bed. I knew that he was still technically asleep, because he wouldn't even respond to his name despite his eyes being open. Anyway, it is reassuring to know that it will pass, and to just let him go whenever he next wakes up. The things you learn along the way hey?

It's a funny thing really. I thought that Braeden's tantrums couldn't get any worse. And then they did. That kid seriously tantrums over EVERYTHING. Normal...good development...very good for his self-esteem blah blah blah. I know all that. You know what my solution is though? Shove a breast in his mouth and let him drown his sorrows. And while he drinks up, he even gets to listen to a lecture from me about why screaming when he can't do something is not going to help. Don't ask me what will happen when he no longer wants his "Mulk". I might sell him on ebay or something. In all seriousness though, I am seeing for the first time exactly HOW frustrating it is for him when he can't do something first go, or when he is trying to tell me something and I don't know what it is. He expresses himself well by screaming blue murder, or throwing the item. It has got me thinking about how hard it must be for Ryley. He can't even always express his fru...

Yes, this is my 18 month old caught in the act of trying to finish the picture he started this morning while I was out putting Ryley on the bus. Yes, he doesn't care that I have caught him. Yes, he will sneak back there when he thinks I'm not looking. *Sigh* Lucky it isn't in the new extensions part is all I can say!