brigid | Nov. 22nd, 2010

Sorry for the blog silence. Niko had a cold complete with cough-till-vomiting and was extra clingy and needy so I was unable to slip away to the computer for something as low priority as blogging.

So to make up for it, here is a catalog of the things that wigged Niko out today:

He got cottage cheese on his finger, gagged, and waved his hand around until the curd flew off. One curd. A speck.
He was limping around oddly and whining because a single curd of cottage cheese was on top of his toes (probably from when he flung it off his finger).
We went outside and his soccer ball got dirt/mud and wet leaves on it, so he held it gingerly with his palms for awhile (then clutched it to his chest) (he also picked up flattened water bottles and tried to lick them/”drink” from them even though they were even wetter, dirtier, grittier, and grosser)
He got mud on his shirt and when I changed his clothing he grabbed a wipe and wiped off his stomach on the spot where the damp mud on the shirt had touched him (through the shirt) (his actual flesh was clean).

The other day he managed to dunk his elbow into some apple sauce. To alert me to this unpleasant sensation he kept grabbing his sleeve, tugging it, and saying “brrr! brrrrr!” until I wiped the applesauce off his sleeve and rolled his sleeve up past his elbow so the cold damp was no longer touching his skin.

IN OTHER NEWS, while he was sick I basically let him lounge on the couch (draped against me limply) and watch Thomas And Friends literally all day. THIS WAS A MISTAKE, in hindsight, because now he wants to watch Thomas all the time. Always. Constantly. “tootoot?” he asks me. “pipura?” (for some reason, that is his word for tv) “Pipura tootoot? mah? mah tootoot?” Now that he is feeling better I am trying to wean him from endless television by distracting him with his slide, balls, blocks, etc. He is obviously feeling better because he now is once again spending 5-10 minutes at a time hollering happily while jumping up and down in a circle and then throwing his body to the floor and lolling about. Plenty of energy for jumping! Plenty of energy for television lobbying as well, sadly.