Postcards From... The Sunday Son Review Vol. 3

Ahh, Sunday.

This past week Gord has come down with a really bad runny/clogged nose and a cough. It's so sad to hear him coughing and wheezing at night. His nose gets so clogged that he must breath through his mouth - as a result he can't keep his soother in. This causes him quite the dilemma. If he becomes conscious enough and replaces the soother into his mouth it quickly inhibits the breathing so it just ends up frustrating the hell out of him . Very sad.

Otherwise, he is generally happy when awake. He loves to walk. We spend a lot of time with him holding our fingers and letting him guide us all over. His tactic is to lean way forward and have his feet catch up to his upper body. Also his feet point outwards so he kinda walks like a duck... I'm sure the hockey skates will cure him of that.

That was technically a joke, however I am slightly considering making a rink in our back yard. As I realize Gord can't officially walk yet, I think he will be walking soon and I think it would be fun to get him on skates (while holding onto us... or a hockey stick, mwa ha ha). Not to mention it would be fun for Kim and I to skate (even if it is only 30 x 20 ft).

While he has not taken to walking yet, he has however started brief instances of crawling as though he was a real baby! He still spends most of his travel as a wounded soldier, but a few times today he went short distances on the official 'fours'. It was nice to see.

Then there is the obvious around here - Gord is going to be ONE YEAR OLD soon! It blows, my, mind. This year went by so much faster than the '05 pregger.

Unfortunately it will be a fairly low key birthday as far as the amount of people are concerned. It's looking like it will be just Kim and I bringing in Gordo's inaugural birthday as no family is able to make the trek south - understandably with the weather and Christmas and work schedules etc.

Well that's that. Enjoy Monday!