Guinness' Chronic Cold

So my son has had this cold on again off again for more than 1 year. So I finally made the effort to book him into a pulminidjfhsdf specialist at NTU (you know; respitory disorder doctor). NTU is the best hospital in Taiwan. It is the university hospital and all the big whigs works there. Apparently. So I booked an appointment and we went on Wednesday.

Worst. Appointment. Ever.

First thing; it was MENTAL renjiren (crowded). Tonnes of people everywhere. No one to help. I was directed to one room. Told it was the wrong room. Went to the next room. Waited. Then told it was the wrong room. Sent back to the first room. Waited. Waited. Called in. Doctor takes a look. "Yep, he has a cold. Yah, 13 months is a long time to have a cold. But it happens." I guess you can't really check for things like asthma, etc till they're at least over 2 and so its hard to say if he has a disorder or not.

The cold in itself is not the worst thing. My growing concern is his immunization chart. He hasn't had a shot since he was 6 months old because he is always coughing, hacking, on meds. He doesn't stay healthy long enough for me to take him in. So we are 18 months behind on his shots. Which is super ironic because I am definitely on the side of getting immunizations. Like when all the bird flu commotion was going on, I was fer sure going to take my kids. And then I never did. And now my son is not had any in ages, even though I want him to. What the doctor said is to just take him even if he is coughing and runny nose, just no fever. So we will try and get that rectified before we come to Canada. In 13 weeks!!

We had a ridiculous time getting a taxi, which actually lead to me having a tantrum at the crossing guard and literally SEETHING in the backseat on the way home. Bad response on my part, but like I said it was an exhausting, emotional, draining week and it just pushed me over the edge.

He is doing a bit better today. Hopefully recovered by tomorrow.

Hansel and Gretel

guinness' favorite show of late is Little Einstein's. EXCEPT for the episode of Hansel and Gretel; he is terrified of the witch! He will not stay in the room if it is playing. 'Scared!!' he cries out. So different than Gemma, who loves witches and watched all of The Wizard of Oz (flying monkeys and all) by the age of three.

Fever pains...

That's what the dr. says. And, "Of course, come back if he still can't use his leg after the fever is gone."

Uh, thanks Dr.

Guin is doing fine; happy when given tylenol and crabbier as it wears off. Will this kid every be healthy?

Einstiens!

Guinness' fave show of late is Little Einstiens. He says things like, Kecak! Ogre!! (from firebird rescue), staccato (from birthday balloons)

He has a fever tonight and is tired and achy. He keeps rubbing his leg and is walking a bit unsteady; weird, right? We'll see how he is tomorrow.

Zoo Talk

Guinness has lots of words, but seldom strings more than 2 together for sentences. Here is an example of a Guinness 'conversation'/train of thought.

SETTING: at the zoo, holding the fence of the pony/goat pen at the children's zoo section, looking in longingly.

Gate.

Locked!

Stuck.

HELP!


Translation: Mommy, there is a gate between me and those animals. It is locked, and I am stuck on this side! Help me please to get inside!

This age is just so cute, he is the funniest guy and makes us laugh so much.

Things Guinness has eaten this week

in no particular order:

green chalk
baby lotion
antibiotic cream
the drain from the sink (OK, he didn't EAT it, but he put it in his mouth)
the bathtub drain (see note above)
toothpaste
his sister's toothbrush

Pretzel Party

Just had a late night pretzel party with my son.

He woke up yelling and crying, so I went to get him. "Pretzel!" he cries. So we get some pretzels. He eats those in the living room, then goes off for more He lugs the whole container into the dining room and so we're both crouched down on the floor, digging out pretzels under the glow of the Christmas tree lights. We do a few more trips and then I say, "No more." And he says, "Yi-ga" (=one) So I give him one. He holds out his other hand. I put one more in it, and tell him; 'liyan-ga' (two). He echoes me. So I say san-ga and hold out a third. He puts one pretzel in his mouth, holds out his now empty hand and copies me, "san-ga".

I put the pretzels away. I go to brush my teeth. He comes into my room with the pretzel jar.

Finally get him back into bed, a preztel in each hand.