Flushed

Sam’s been a poorly boy so far this week. He’s had a fluctuating temperature with a high of 104F, but really no other terrible symptoms other than being pink rosy cheeks being blistering to the touch. I suppose he also has a bit of a cough, lack of appetite and has done some intense crashing from being hyperactive, happy and full of beans to listlessness and lethargy, or being downright upset, writhing and awash in tears.

We’ve been cooped up in the house and I’ve had him in our bedroom during the day so he can rest comfortably and be occupied watching some films on the telly.

For most of the time all he has wanted to do is lie in bed, be cuddled, and watch WALL-E, on loop. I hate that awful soundtrack of Hello, Dolly! showtunes and now I have it spinning around and around in my head.

There’s a world outside of Yonkers. Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby.

In one of his more spirited moments he did find time to gather up all the torn pages of his beloved In The Night Garden magazine that were strewn around cluttering up his room, and throw them down the toilet. Hearing several rapid attempts to flush alerted me to a problem in the bathroom. I had to pull an intent Sam away, and fish handfuls of sodden Iggle Piggle, Upsy Daisy, Makka Pakka, and the Ninky Nonk from the bowl.

Sam told me he’d already flushed “loads and loads” and my heart sank as I questioned him. He did assure me it was just paper, and not any of his toys though. With the bowl cleared and several pages extracted from the u-bend, I gave the cistern a trial flush and panicked as the bowl began to fill, and fill and almost reach the brim before the system gave a groan and the water, and my worst fears, flushed away.

I had some words with young Master Samuel. I kept my calm this time and tried to explain why that was a bad idea and that if he did it again he’d be being very naughty. That only pee pee, poop poop and toilet paper should go down the loo, and if he does it again Mummy is going to be very angry indeed.

Brought back some memories that did.

*cough*

Anyway, meanwhile Bea has been playing in her play pen a lot, pulling herself up and gurning at us through the mesh. During the moments I deem it is safe enough for her to have the run of the house, generally when Sam isn’t around and playing with anything too small, or the floor is having one of its less Quince hairy and junk cluttered episodes, she crawls around like a speed demon. She seems to have lost interest in pulling to a stand and learning to walk, and has apparently decided that crawling will do just fine thank you very much. She’s definitely got very good at it and can disappear out of sight and into trouble in a blink.

I hope Sam is feeling better so that we can brave the mosquitos and get some fresh air tomorrow. Both kids like to romp around outside and play in dirt. Sam has really started wanting his little sister to play with him and this has led to some good times. Bea has yet to show any interest in girly toys and is also fascinated with cars and things with wheels. Sam likes to indulge him and let her play with “Leakless” one of Lightning McQueen’s race car friends. I’m always having to take that dinky car from her grasp, or am finding it in her cot.

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Uh oh, it’s 1.32am and Sam just woke up crying again. Mummy’s coming Sam!

2 Responses to Flushed

  1. ashridge June 3, 2009 at 8:09 am #

    Flushed with failure
    You may well “cough” kizzywoo, I remember failing to unblock our loo in Olney after you flushed away your treasures! We had to call the plumber to sort it out and fork out loadsamoney. And I also remember the damage you did to the washing machine with your toy train 🙂
    Hope Sam is now feeling better.
    Lovely pictures of two lovely children, I love them to bits xxx

  2. ashridge June 3, 2009 at 8:09 am #

    Flushed with failure

    You may well “cough” kizzywoo, I remember failing to unblock our loo in Olney after you flushed away your treasures! We had to call the plumber to sort it out and fork out loadsamoney. And I also remember the damage you did to the washing machine with your toy train 🙂
    Hope Sam is now feeling better.
    Lovely pictures of two lovely children, I love them to bits xxx

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