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On being ill

Oh the joys of the weekend. Not. I guess this is the same for all of you, that your significant other always picks the weekend to get sick?

Well mine was throwing up every hour on the hour from about 6 last night to one this morning. You know how it is, you keep thinking this is the last one, it’s gonna get better now, he’s going to sleep it off… but no… fortunately we did have adult meds in. In fact the only person we haven’t got meds for is Nutmeg so I really hope she doesn’t catch it. Yours truly is in better condition but not brill either. Froglet seems fine so far. He did complain of some pain but I think it may have been a result of seeing Daddy so poorly!

So, no church for us today. And no work for the Engineer tomorrow. Did you know you’re not supposed to return to work/school for 48 hours after vomiting (if it’s a bug)? I only just found that out. Shame SAHMs can’t benefit from this rule eh!

In other, happier news, it’s a beautiful day out there which means I’ll be able to put Froglet on the balcony with the baby bath full of water – he still just about fits in – and let him use it as a paddling pool while I read or something. We never use the baby bath to bathe Nutmeg! She likes being on her little seat in the big bath with whoever happens to be around (supervised of course).

Speaking of balconies, does anyone have any tips on redoing the cracks between the bricks on the ground? Ours are completely empty -when they’re not full of weeds, sand and mud, that is.

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Five things I love about you

I haven’t really blogged about the Engineer before. There have been a lot of posts about fathers this week, as a result of Fathers Day, but we didn’t celebrate Fathers Day this year. In fact I don’t think we have ever celebrated it. The Engineer isn’t much of a one for celebrations – although he did get me a Mothers Day gift – and our country isn’t as big on Fathers Day as elsewhere in the world.

However, ABCand123’s picnic topic this week is Dads, which gives me an excellent opportunity to remedy all that in one fell swoop. But without photos. The Engineer isn’t big on publishing photos of himself. (He’s also not big on cheesiness, so the title of this post will make him laugh. Or cringe. But whatever – it is my blog after all).

Top five things that are wonderful about my childrens dad (in chronological order):

1. During both pregnancies he helped out with everything as he possibly could so I could rest – shopping, tidying, cleaning, cooking, taking Froglet out of the way, getting up early with him so I could lie in,… And then he was right beside me for both births. That’s at least 17 hours in hospital, plus 8 or so at home. Including an entire labour and birth without pain relief, and another where I was yelling at the midwife for not getting an epidural to me fast enough. He cut the cord for both babies. He gave Froglet his first bath. He was the first to be pooed on, by both his children.

2. He got up with me in the night to burp Froglet, who was the slowest burper ever and also the sickiest, and change his nappy. Every 3 hours. Even during the week. He never complained. Now he also gets up to fetch Nutmeg to me (as I’m deaf in one ear I don’t always hear her calling) and helps burp her too. And he never complains.

3. He brings home aircraft and car magazines for Froglet, and spends ages going through them with him and discussing the various planes and vehicles, explaining everything in words a three-year old can understand. Froglet keeps them all in his room, and looks at them by himself too. Sometimes he even explains them to me!

4. In the morning he gets Froglet’s breakfast before he goes to work, and reminds him to stay quiet and let Mummy sleep if I am sleeping. Then he comes home at a reasonable time every night – between four and half past five – and no matter how tired he is when he gets home, he always has time and patience for an excited three-year old who wants to jump all over him.

5. He backs me up when it comes to discipline. If Mummy said no, it is no. If he disagrees with something, we can talk about it in private later. I love that, and I think it’s good for Froglet to know he can’t play us against each other.

Bonus item: (Ok I couldn’t stop at 5!): when I feel down, he tells me I’m a good mother. And he makes me feel like I can cope again. That’s something every mum needs from the father of her children.

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