Friday, 27 November 2009

Tattooed baby.

A female swan is called a pen, a male swan is called a cob.



Erbie woke at 3am this morning with a barking cough and what sounded like a sore throat. In the semi darkness to my horror I saw scribbles all over his legs, had he been up alone long enough to find a pen and start graffiti-ing himself, had I put him in his cot with a pen? Then I realised through my dazed state that it was actually the pattern on his sleep suit.

I left him with The GR this morning while I went to the supermarket, when I got to the self-service checkout I had forgotten my wallet, ‘that’s not all you have forgotten,’ said the nice lady asking after Erbie. I ran home leaving my shopping and The GR had to go and fetch it!

He is up and about but we are staying inside in the warm, his awful cough has subsided thankfully and now he is just a snot bucket. I took him to an under three baby gym on Monday to mix with ‘other people’s children’, so that must be where he picked it up. It’s the time of year for colds, 3 people I know have them, I must keep taking the vitamin C!

4 comments:

goonerjamie said...

You just made me snort wine out of my nose with your tattoo mix-up, too funny.

Chic Mama said...

I hope he's better soon. My 2 year old has a terrible cough as well.

Looking Fab in your forties said...

My 17 year old has a terrible cough again, it is the same one she had when she had swine flu 8 weeks ago I have never heard a dry cough like it!

everybodysaysdont said...

Hope he's better soon! xxxx

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