A and the Fat Man

A and I braved the freezing rain and snow last night to head over to the Aviation Museum for a special members-only event. Rumour had it Santa Claus was making an appearance and A had a few things he wanted to tell the jolly fat man (no, not me).It’s interesting to watch A get more excited about Christmas every year. I think part of it starts at the daycare – as soon as Halloween is over, crafts, stories, and music time takes on a Christmas theme. He was certainly excited enough last night, waiting patiently for 20 minutes for his turn to sit on Santa’s knee for 30 seconds (barely enough time to get through the first two items on his ever-expanding wish list)

Alas, K could not make the trip. He is still a mess, and we spent another largely sleepless night comforting him. How can one tiny nose produce such an incredible volume of disgusting stuff?

A Sick Little Boy


Bronwen and Kieran spent 8 hours at the Children’s Hospital last night. Kieran quickly developed a bad cough yesterday, and when all the x-rays and tests were done, it turns out he has an early case of bacterial pneumonia, plus sinusitis and possibly an ear infection. Needless to say, he’s pretty grumpy and last night was pretty rough on everyone. It’s going to be a few days before he’s back to his usual happy self.

On a somewhat funny note, Bronwen and I channeled Dr. House as his symptoms grew worse. He has a diaper rash, and the other day a couple of the red areas had white marks on them. I’m sure it was just residual diaper cream, but we both thought that maybe the diaper rash had sparked some kind of bacterial infection that was quickly taking over his body. Damn you, television, damn you.