There we were all recovered and alive and kicking and raring to go again and mum goes and checks behind his ears.
Ohmilordy...
Red, gunky, slimey and a general wasteland of parental neglect.
Off to the doc.
Tests...
"You've got both kinds; steph and staph."
Which basically equated to the following formula:
teething + long fingernails + snotty cold =Strangely such a diagnosis made Master M a happy lad.
scratching behind the ears + grotty fingers =
bloody nasty infection.
QED
See, whereas dad dreaded fighting the boy 3 times a day with antibiotics that tasted like rhino poo mixed with odoureaters, times have changed since pussy was a cat.
Baby medicine now contains aspartame (i.e., the stuff in diet coke) and is musk-stick pink, hence it was more a problem of stopping him getting the whole bottle and slamming it down hard than force feeding him through a tube.
Ok, so the lad (and every diet coke drinker) will probably die of some ungodly disease in 30 years time when they discover fake sugar is the new asbestos, but hey... its makes parenting easier. Its gotta be worth it.
Slightly more worrying than the lads newfound love of all things from the Bayer factory though - he's discovered egg cartons.
Or rather the inside of egg cartons.
And how the inside of an egg carton feels remarkably like a tittie inside his mouth.
Given that he has been weened a cupla months ago, seems the inside of an egg carton is the closest he'll be getting to any norgs - well, till his teenage years anyway. And hence he's sucked the tips off several of the cardboard boobies like theres no tomorrow.
Seriously, you wouldn't do it in front of the Queen.
Its so embarrassing.
Though it does demonstrate a bizarrely innate intelligence.
Especially with cardboard.
Second case in point.
If you've attacked the hole in the tissue box and thrown tissues all over the house and mum/dad have dutifully collected them all up and stuffed them firmly back in the box, then getting the tissues out again (which of course, you must do...) is damn hard.
So he stopped.
And looked.
And measured.
And proceeded to rip open the side of the box. Which gave him newfound access to the tissues, and hence said snot rags were promptly tossed out and onto the floor in their hundreds.
Well done.
Finally - his first organised bike ride.
Along with some 50,000 others, Mike trailered if for 30km of the yet-to-opened Eastlink freeway, towed by mum. Despite the fact the organisers thought 10,00o might turn up on a cold winters Sunday morning and it was gatecrashed by 40,000 others and some said it was a total disaster, Mike+Mum loved it. Not to mention they were part of Australia's biggest ever bike ride.
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