Funny Face

There is a distinct sensation, when wading out of the haze of illness. It's one of feeling depleted, weak and wide eyed, almost dopey. Like the days/weeks passed have fused together in a jumble of fantasy and reality. Every waking moment filled with dreams of getting better, every ounce of sleep plagued with the cold reality that getting better is still somewhere far from sight. This afternoon, I experienced the wading sensation. I'm an energetic person by nature and don't cope well with the frailties of sickness. I need to shake this latest dose of it once and for all, for my own sanity.

The boys have been fairly cooperative. Boisterous, but cooperative. With the exception of Felix and his daily tantrums. Today, in one of his rages, he hit his mouth on the edge of the bath. Chipping his perfect, pearly white front tooth. He cried momentarily. Then was over it. I was devastated. His very first milk tooth damaged for at least the next 4 years. My, we have a wild one on our hands.

Felix is 15 months today. His size belies his age. Thick, chunky, thighs and a solid trunk and arms. He still has all the baby rolls of chub on his wrists and cankles. This could explain why he is taking his time to walk. He potters around quite happily with a walker or holding our hands, but thinks one step unassisted is cause for applauds and cheers. Very cute to witness I must say. He eats well and fast. He gets involved in absolutely everything. Plays hard by day and sleeps deep by night... for now. He has character and attitude to burn... ever so apparent in the array of facial expressions he delights us with.

All shots taken pre-chipped tooth episode