When The Boy Gets to Work

We had a round of some kind of nasty stomach flu and this time everyone got hit, me being the last to go down of course. K was hit the worse. It wasn't like the stomach flu of last year (around the same time) when he ended up in hospital for two days because of dehydration, despite drinking and being looked after at home, he was pooing bile and vomiting blood. This was much milder, but it is always interesting to see how his digestive system just cannot manage the upsets that others recover from relatively quickly.

Anyway, he sure is back to his usual self now because in the space of a few hours he has broken these cupboard doors....


Uprooted this Ikea lamp from its base with such force that the metal has stripped and it cannot be fixed.



And yanked the curtain rod out from his room, which I couldn't be bothered to photograph.

This has happened so many times that we have lost count, so it shall be logged as another day in the life of.

I have to admit, while he was sick, it was as if I was on holiday. For two days he sort of just kept to himself, not moving around, not breaking anything. He just sort of lay in bed or in front of the fan heater, warming himself. Poor thing. I didn't realize how awful this bug was until I got it, and kids do so much better when they are ill.

He also made this bird out of popsicle sticks. This is a first. He draws, but I have never seen him make anything from scratch, on his own, without being asked, prompted, assisted or given ideas. Its the same bird that has been popping up in other pictures and on his doodle board (which is also broken from being stood on constantly).



So we are glad he is feeling better.