Yesterday was Father’s Day here in Australia. So we got up (not so early, as thankfully for the first night since you came down with a fever 5 days ago you slept through, until 5am when you breastfed then went back to sleep until 7:30am. Bliss! First present of the day to Dad and me!!), then you and I cooked Daddy french toast for breakfast.
You were in charge of butter:
So you purchased your father a PVR to record TV on. Which he spent the rest of the day setting up. So now he can go to uni at night, or whatever, and tape stuff that he likes and have something to watch when there is nothing else on and he feels like a bit of TV. He thought it was the best present ever. So good choice, O!
Movie monday – boogie nights
So I came home on Friday night after being at work to find that despite your fever, you were having a whale of a time with Daddy looking after you (he took two half days last week so I could work as you were too sick to go to daycare). Here is a little video of the dancing that I could see you doing as I walked in the front gate. It was gorgeous and made me smile:
So now it is Monday, you seem to be pretty much over your sickness apart from a bit of tiredness and you’re the happy, smiling, chilled-out child that I almost forgot you were (a week of no sleep can warp your perception of reality pretty quickly).
Love and kisses