Owie- kingers OK?

Went out and bought some of these yesterday, but Nolan liked it so much he wouln't allow me to put it on his wound, he had to hold it and discuss it instead

So, first significant (ie- bleeding rather than just bruising) owie yesterday- as I was washing my face, Nolan got into Mike's shaving kit which oddly and mistakenly had an uncovered razor cartridge exposed, result in a profusely bleeding thumb tip with a bit of hangy off skin. He was surprised and unnerved by the blood and ran into his room and collapsed on the floor by his crib, and didn't want me to hold a cloth on his hand. Managed to wash it off and calm down eventually, only to find that his blood phobia is near matched by his dislike of band-aids.

We discussed that sometimes owies can have red come out of them but it's OK, and bandaids will help make them better, and he inquired if his kinger (finger) was OK? And I said yes it was Ok....... later, when he saw Mike, he was sitting with me cuddling on the couch with his bandaged thumb in hitchhiker upright position, and proferred it to Mike, saying "Kinger owie....it's OK."

Another first. Luckily, no stitches required.

Eggs!

I just tried to download some photos and the computer won't recognize the SD card. I am hoping it's a problem with the reader (I hate this computer since the start anyway, I still can't bookmark anything and it's original version blew up without everything backed up, including photos dammit, it's all so stupid). That way, I can continue to loathe this computer and will download my photos at work, and not have to buy a new SD card (this is a 2 gig one, ridiculously expensive.)

So, no photos at this time.

I just had to go consult in the the tubbytime boy experience (Nolan still, when he decides he wants to voluntarily go into the tub, says "tubbytime boy!") and draw a couple of eggs with the tub "craynons", with eyes and "Mouf!". And the "Gween one ears!". Funny kid. This is not an easter reference specifically as the egg thing has been ongoing for a long while.

Poor sweet bubby had a barf incident last night- Mike had almost soothed him to sleep when he suddenly barfed in his crib. With admirable lack of panic Mike set Nolan on the change table and stripped the bed before it soaked into the mattress, and called for help in measured tones. When I got there, Nolan pale and red eyed, was perched on the edge of the change table, watching Mike starting to clean up, and gently saying "It's OK?!?! It's OK???" over and over, both as self reassurance and a question. I hate barfing too, so I put my arms around him, saying "Yes it's OK" and he cuddled towards me... and barfed again, twice. Warm, but nonetheless unpleasant, luckily only a partial hit- OK- surprising how one's reactions to bodily emissions are so secondary and it's not such a big deal when it's your wee one. I remain amazed at the protective parental instinct that views a vomiting toddler as heartbreakingly sweet.

Anyway, kudos to Mike who really has gotten pretty constructive about these things, after a particularly tough brown alert in the tub and a previous barf incident or two, he keeps his cool.

Nolan was fine thereafter- he and I washed up and I coerced him to brush his teeth again (I projected my own post barf issues about mouth hygeine and had to insist) and he fell asleep with me, on a towel, with me slightly nervous about risk of repeats. He did drink more later that night and was fine though.

What else is new? The tap leaks in the kitchen (yes it was new 18 mo ago and relatively expensive, like this @#$@$@$# computer), and potty training is proceeding in a relatively low key way. Current specialty - sit on potty for a reasonable length of time allowing self to be entertained (books and so on), then get up, and ....pee. Hmmm. Well, that was before he started liking the new toilet potty seat and refusing the little potty in favour of the real McCoy, where the whole point is to unroll rather a lot of "toidy paperrr!" and mimic wiping, in order to jump down and flush- business undone.

Other fun things:
- the long narratives - he starts telling long stories with about 4/10 recognizeable words, which are usually about the day, his current character obsessions (Dora, "polcanos", Diego and Boots the monkey, or Thomas the train) or a weird and I'm sure imaginative meld of them both.

- the toothbrushing- Yay! I finally am more or less reliably able to do the sides! (previously any attempt at lateral brushing was kiboshed and the toothbrush commandeered, for a vigorous tongue brushing and ingestion of any remaining toothpaste).

- the gym with daddy- Mike's gym- less than a block away- has a nice childcare setup and Nolan quite enjoys the jaunts there on the red sled, and he's getting to know the caregivers and the place - the toys, and videos- pretty well. It's nice for them to have a destination together.

- the capitter story (very hungry caterpillar, on DVD) is his fave nightime activity now, it's very sweet and gentle and has nice musical orchestration, with a total of 5 Eric Carle stories. Nolan always says "Hi capidder!!!!" in the first few scenes, and loves enumerating the Saturday all-you-can-eat-blowout. He has never experienced salami, lollipops, or cherry pie and his pronunciation of those three in particular is so hilarious, it's hard to describe. Kind of like me trying a few words of Shona in Zimbabwe and Luganda in Uganda respectively - or hell, like me speaking German. Probably vaguely suggestive of words but you have to know what I am trying to say.

S'all. I should see about trying to sleep- I'm a bit off lately, but with everyone else asleep I feel like I should try.....