Sam has acquired a new bathtime habit...dunking his Tintin-style 'kuif'. The funny thing is that normally he doesn't like water in his face, but when it's dripping off his own fringe it's apparently less troubling. Today was the first time he managed a few smiles and giggles. This whole mom-out-of-action thing is really taking its toll on him and he's even started lashing out at Gramps, often smacking him or trying to pull his almost non-existent locks when Gramps has to take him from me for a nappy change or similar task.
This whole foot injury is one of the most frustrating things I've ever had to deal with for sure. And seeing new bruises and swelling popping up almost every day is really starting to eat away at my little fantasy that after a quick examination on Friday morning, the orthopaed is going to tell me the foot is okay to start walking on. This is going to be the longest week ever :(
Possibly also adding to Sam's irritability is the fact that despite having polished off his last dose of antibiotic this morning, he was still sporting a low grade fever this afternoon...can only hope that it's not indicative of a more persistent throat infection :(