New Words

Our little guy is starting to chat up a storm and he's learning new words every day. Here's the updated list of words he says:
-Daddy
-Mummmm (said as part of a whine when he wants something and not getting it quickly enough)
-Baby (comes out as "baba" but he means baby)
-Doggie
-Hi (comes out "iiiii")
-Matthew (apparently said it yesterday for Daddy but refused to say it again once I entered the room. Don't know how well he said it either)
-HHHHH (as in "hhhhot"; every hot item he sees like the stove or coffee cup he says "hhhhhh" with that hork-y throat-y sound like he's going to cough up a wad of phlegm - sorry for the mental picture but how else can I explain it???)
-Riley (he pronounces it "Yi-Yee" - close enough)
-I did it (says it more as one word like "ididit" - not to be confused with "idiot")
-Hi Daddy (comes out "i daddy")

I'm still trying to teach him "I love you" but so far no luck. Same thing with "Mommy"; just can't seem to get it out. For our friends and relatives, yes I'm still trying to teach him Gramma, Grampa, Aunt Miranda, Aunt Peggy, Aunt Dale, Uncle Kevin, Aunt Karen, Uncle Eddy, Vanessa, Brent, Stefi, Paul, Mr. Chater, Avery, and Alex. But first comes Mommy!

My poor sick baby!!!!

After getting over his cold last week (or so I thought), Matthew ended up with a fever the other night and a cough. By 3 am on Thursday his temperature was 39.2 Celsius (just below 104 F for our American friends LOL), and by 6:30 am it was only down to 39.1 Celsius but was also accompanied by difficulty breathing. So we called Telehealth Ontario (a nervous Mom's best friend indeed!) and were told to take him to the emergency room. After a few tests, including a chest X-Ray which Matthew loudly objected to throughout the procedure, it was determined that he "might" have pneumonia; it was a little hard to read the X-Ray and they didn't want to put him through it again (or maybe themselves LOL) but they could see there was definitely something in his right lung that needed to be taken care of. So he's on antibiotics and fluids and Tylenol. His spirits are great; he's still running around the house roaring at the top of his lungs and engaging us in rounds of "chase chase Matthew", but I still feel terrible. I'm his Mommy and it's my job to make it all go away immediately and I can't do it! Sniff! But he's loving the extra cuddles and kisses from me so he's doing fine with this whole thing.

On a happier note and somewhat related, I was waiting for Telehealth to call me back last night (I had to call again) and was crying on my bed worrying about what is wrong with my little guy. He and Daddy are also on the bed running around and giggling and playing beside me. Matthew noticed me crying and stopped playing for a second, toddled over to me with a smile on his face, leaned down to look me in the eye and patted me on the back! Twice! I'm glad he's not disappointed in my "Dr. Mom" abilities like I am!

Typical Male

In a moment of weakness at the dollar store I bought Matthew more tub toys, this time a package consisting of two frogs and a swim ring (those inflatable kind kids put around their waists). So in the tub I'm showing Matthew how to put the ring around the frog, and to put it on other things like the tops of shampoo bottles. He quickly gets the idea and then starts searching for other things to put the ring on and finally finds the ultimate...HIS PENIS!!! He's just invented his own ring toss game! Ack, men!

Finally he's learning something useful!

Matthew's figured out how to push the buttons on the TV to turn it on and off and change it from TV to DVD to static. This is only helpful when we need to turn the TV off and don't want to get up (where the heck could that remote possibly be???). Pretty soon he'll probably understand the volume buttons which will be good too and we'll also have to teach him how to channel surf, especially during commercials. Oh, and how to fix us sandwiches and drinks. Then the only time we'd ever have to get up is to go to the bathroom. And to go to work. Still can't figure a way out of that one.

Baby Shmear Workout

I think I'm gonna videotape Matthew's day, condense it and put it to dance music, and sell it as a workout routine at Wal-Mart and make a million bucks. A few months ago he looked like the Michelin Man but now he's a little bean pole with muscles and everything. The Baby Shmear Workout routine is as follows:
-Warm up: tug Mommy's pantlegs and stretch out the arms while whining to be picked up (do this for 2 or 3 minutes)
-Walk from room to room for no apparent reason to get the blood going (repeat 4 times)
-Pick a spot in the kitchen or living room and start "twirling" and flapping your arms simultaneously to get the upper body AND lower body going (2 twirls, flap, rest, repeat a few times til you get dizzy and fall on the floor)
-Fast walk for 6 paces. Then run. Down the hall. Into your bedroom. Into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. Out to the kitchen. Squat down to eat Cheerios off the floor you hid for later. Repeat
-Calf raises. Get on tippy toes to reach stuff on Daddy's computer desk. Grab something you're not supposed to. Run away from Mommy as she tries to snatch it out of your hand.
-Hissy fit on the floor (she got it!). Lift your legs in the air and scream. Great for the lower abs.
-Repeat workout sequence once or twice more depending on energy level and number of Cheerios consumed. Walk from room to room, twirl and flap, fast walk. Run. Squat. Tippy-toe calf raise. Run away. Hissy-fit ab work.
-Cool down: run to leather chair in living room, rest head on cushion and suck thumb for 20 seconds. Walk over to couch and do the same. Back to the chair. Then to couch. Chair. Couch. Whine for Mommy to pick you up. Snuggle into crook of her neck and sigh.

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