The big bed
November 10, 2008
James has graduated to The Big Bed.
He slept last night in the bunk bed underneath Nor, and I think he managed to annoy her, pushing his feet up against her mattress saying "Poke! Poke!".
Heh.
Unfortunately, I had a migraine (although I don't like to use that word given that it tends to mean bigger and greater migraines ahead) and had ceased functioning effectlvely almost entirely by about 5.30 so was holed up in the bedroom with the light off. Grrr.
We've had our first cold of the winter which as I'd expect, is taking forever to leave us alone. James stopped eating properly for about 5 days and his previously at least partially cuddly baby body because a little boy's skinny body overnight. I've realised these days that such moments are there to try and goad us in to stress overkill. They are the trolls of the illness world, made to make us pull our hair out and become 'Jewish Mother' stereotypes.
Instead, it is my intention to leave work in time to scoot by Waitrose and pick up some Goat's double cream. Ice cream is the answer! Feed the boy lard.