Sunday Morning

It has been a dramatic few weeks in the Ward home. Katya had minor surgery on her thumb. I got to spend the day with her in a hospital bed and watch her go under general anesthetic. I don't recommend it to any parent. But she survived, her strange infection is gone and as she says, "I'm all better mommy!".

We then contracted a very strange and mysterious stomach virus that knocked us all out. The worst hit was Martin, who missed 4 days of work last week. I think, knock on all the wood around me, we are reasonably healthy now. We are just waiting to see if Ollie gets chicken pox which is going around the nursery he and Katya go to Monday to Wednesdays.

Oliver is struggling with walking. He is so wimpy. He is afraid of balancing. He cries if you try to make him let go of whatever he is holding on to, to force him to try to walk. So he spends much of his time feeling frustrated, especially if we are outside. I can't let him crawl around everything is still to damp and cold here, and he can't bear to be held. He gets really angry. I keep trying to tell him, because you know 14 month old children can understand so very well, that he just needs to buck up and learn to walk, but he doesn't listen. He spends most of his life with some kind of self inflicted injury such as a big bruise on his head or face, a black eye, or some kind of cut on his face. He is all boy! He pushes cars around and loves to bang on his drum. He is a bully to Katya and knocks her over and pulls her hair. Still I don't think I'd have him any other way than how he is! All this moaning aside he is really generally a happy guy. As you can see in these photos he had his first real hair cut this week. Wow he was not impressed. He WOULD NOT sit still. I applaud the hairdresser for not making an absolute mess of it. There a couple of shorter pieces, but on the whole she did a remarkable job. It makes him look even more boy than he already is!