A weekend of sick; random stuff

Last week was something else for Max. And for Holly. Which means it was pretty great for me too, I suppose. But let's start at the start...

Our last post was written on Monday of last week. I distinctly remember thinking before publishing it that I shouldn't put things like "Max is sleeping like a pro" in writing - I'd just be tempting fate. At about the same time, I heard Holly mention to someone on the phone that Max had been spoiling us with good sleep. Yeah, we were cruising... Sure enough, Max got up screaming multiple times on Monday night. Ugh. No sign of what caused the fuss...and on Tuesday, he was just fine.

Tuesday night: good sleep.

Wednesday night: screaming at 12:30. I went to get him and instantly noted that his room was pretty funky. Initial thought: time to clean the vaporizer out. Then I picked Max up and he was really wet. Gross. Then I put two and two together and resigned myself to turning on the lights to scope out what was going on. Sure enough, Max had vomited all over his bed. Yecch. This was a first (his second actual vomit too...the other being the Exorcist moment at the restaurant) and precipitated an immediate clothing change and a load of laundry. Then Max decided he was going to hang out with me for a couple of hours. Fun.

Thursday: back to normal.

Friday: I got a call midday from the daycare saying that Max was super-bloated and not too interested in eating. Seriously, two days in a row of normal baby would have been good. When I picked him up, he was in good spirits, but yeah - his normal firm beer belly had turned into a cushy stress-ball. So weird! No more throwing up, but the diapers sure were interesting for a couple of days. With all of the digestive quirks, we might have been able to guess what was going to happen next, but never did until it happened.

Max passed a morphed version of what he had on to his Mommy! Just in time for her to start her new job! Bleugh. So Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, Mommy was a bit of a mess and couldn't make it in to work. In related news, Holly's sister had the same thing and (hooray) so did the daycare provider. Which meant Daddy had to stay home on Monday to hang out with Max. We got to go to playgroup together for the first time, so that was cool. The rest of the day was OK too, although we had to be careful not to wake Mommy.

Then, just as Mommy got her legs under her again for her first day of work on Wednesday, the transit drivers in town decided to go on strike. This wouldn't have been a big deal if work was still at Tunney's Pasture, but now it's downtown. This meant that a little carpooling with Grandma was in order. We're still trying to sort out mornings under this new transitless regime, but at least everybody's 100% aga....OK, I'm so not finishing that sentence. No sense tempting fate again.

Now for that random stuff: this past weekend, we were all hanging out in the basement when a whistling sound came from an unexpected direction. I looked over and Max had a train whistle in his mouth (from Smith Falls's Chocolate, Railway and Music festival last year) and it was definitely him making the sound. Mark it in your calendars, Max has learned to blow out of his mouth. Ever since we first got in the pool at Dovercourt and the instructor ridiculously asked the parents to have their 7-month-old children blow bubbles in the water, I wondered how Max would ever figure out how to blow air out of his mouth. Well, it's still a mystery, but at least it's happened. Super cool.

Also, we've put a little Christmas tree up at our place. Max shows very little interest in general in the tree, but he has taken a couple of the larger ornaments off the lower branches. He does actually try to put them back on after the fact and succeeds if they're plush and can be skewered on the branches. The ones that hang, he just ends up dropping on the ground. We've really made an effort to limit the amount of breakable ornaments on the tree. Only one victim to date, so that's a good sign.

We'll keep you posted.