An Expensive day

Today was an expensive day! Poor little Christopher has been coughing and hacking and this morning woke up with his eyes gummed up. SO it was off to Dr Patrick KS Li Wan Po or as we know him- Dr Li. A wonderful paed and Christopher grins at him across the desk as mommy asks questions and feels foolish when she can't answer any of Dr Li's questions! But I do know that today Christopher weighs 8.75kgs. I am relieved. Went out with Adele and Jade on Saturday and their beautiful girls make Christopher look like his mommy's been starving him! And I promise that I haven't. He has a wonderful appetite and so far will eat just about anything -except- scrambled egg- don't blame him- I hate it too- and grapes. He'll gladly chew on the kitty kibbles but won't do grapes. Go figure.

(While on the topic of kitty kibbles- if you want a good laugh- have a look at the blogs I follow (under my profile) and click on a Thrift Mrs. I think her address is www.athriftymrs.blogspot.com but may be wrong in which case there is a link from my profile. Anyway- scroll through to her blog on 25 March 2009 with the title "cerealously" above a picture of a piece of rather yummy looking cake. She talks about her mad nutter of a neighbour who came looking for her cat and the conversation that ensued and it is really funny...) Had to laugh at our three youngsters. I am sure the waitress loved us! Half eaten soggy chip discards under the table when we left. Funny how all babies love a french fry. As Adele and I were walking around the nursery afterwards, a rather strange woman approached us and demanded to look at our babba's, cooed at them and then rather seriously enquired if they would be married when they were older. Um...Yes. We are totally into arranged marriages. Anyway, I digress. Christopher's car seat was also upgraded today. You practically need to take out a second bond on your home to afford these things. But what can you do? It is an absolute pet hate of mine when I see parents riding around safely strapped in themselves with their youngsters roaming around free in the car. I want to shout at these people and be rude- but last I heard there's no cure for stupid. Stay off the Grass I realised as I traipsed around the garden with Christopher yesterday that I must sound like a rabid anti-drug campaigner. No! No grass! NOoooo. No grasssss! No. No grass. I always thought grass would only maybe be a problem later in his life. I don't know where I went wrong... He's only 10 months old! Christopher grabs handfuls of grass as he drags me around bent over him like Quasi and quick as a flash that hand is to his mouth and my litany starts- No! No grass! Anyways- time for a nice cuppa and beddies!