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What do Crispin and Hermes have in common? They both have ear infections. I'm spending a fair proportion of time squirting medicine into orifices. Hermes went to the vet yesterday for follow-up on his former hairlessness and came home still on the prednisone that I hoped to be weaning him off and now also on antibiotics and ear drops as well. Fortunately he is some kind of angel-cat and I can usually get stuff into him without loss of limb.
Crispin woke up this morning after a couple of days of being fairly well, with a fever, rattly chest and sore ears in a manner that just screamed secondary infection. We took him to the doctor who supplied amoxicillon and instructions to keep him quiet for a few days. He spent the afternoon tucked up with DVDs of Walking with Beasts and The Lion King. I found it rather odd watching the latter with my son when I associate it so strongly with
jsr - we must have seen that film a dozen times together.
I'm really hoping that Crispin will be well by the weekend so he doesn't miss his swimming lesson. After a couple of terms of going nowhere he got moved down to the preschool classes. No one could decide if his class was for school-aged beginners or kids who had progressed through the younger classes and Crispin had been getting left out in favour of the more advanced kids in his class. Four lessons in a younger (and more fun) class and things have suddenly clicked. He's putting his head right under water and taking his feet off the bottom of the pool and he's really, really keen all of a sudden so I don't want him to lose that momentum.
Playcentre is going through a bit of a baby boom at the moment. We've had four babies in the last three weeks or so. All boys and all but one over 10lbs (the 'runt' being 8lb 11oz)! I think there's one more due in the next few weeks and then a couple of others currently in their second trimester. It's all very exciting and I'm only a very little bit clucky.
I recently read Nigel Cox's Tarzan Presley which I enjoyed very much. The premise (that Tarzan was raised by gorillas in the NZ rainforest and battled with giant wetas before going to America and becoming, essentially, Elvis) is completely mad but the book is also thoughtful, poignant and beautifully written. I shall be seeking out the rest of his books.
Crispin woke up this morning after a couple of days of being fairly well, with a fever, rattly chest and sore ears in a manner that just screamed secondary infection. We took him to the doctor who supplied amoxicillon and instructions to keep him quiet for a few days. He spent the afternoon tucked up with DVDs of Walking with Beasts and The Lion King. I found it rather odd watching the latter with my son when I associate it so strongly with
jsr - we must have seen that film a dozen times together.
I'm really hoping that Crispin will be well by the weekend so he doesn't miss his swimming lesson. After a couple of terms of going nowhere he got moved down to the preschool classes. No one could decide if his class was for school-aged beginners or kids who had progressed through the younger classes and Crispin had been getting left out in favour of the more advanced kids in his class. Four lessons in a younger (and more fun) class and things have suddenly clicked. He's putting his head right under water and taking his feet off the bottom of the pool and he's really, really keen all of a sudden so I don't want him to lose that momentum.
Playcentre is going through a bit of a baby boom at the moment. We've had four babies in the last three weeks or so. All boys and all but one over 10lbs (the 'runt' being 8lb 11oz)! I think there's one more due in the next few weeks and then a couple of others currently in their second trimester. It's all very exciting and I'm only a very little bit clucky.
I recently read Nigel Cox's Tarzan Presley which I enjoyed very much. The premise (that Tarzan was raised by gorillas in the NZ rainforest and battled with giant wetas before going to America and becoming, essentially, Elvis) is completely mad but the book is also thoughtful, poignant and beautifully written. I shall be seeking out the rest of his books.