22 months old

The poor little fellow fell off the chair in his bedroom while I was making his breakfast this morning. He’s got a bit of a fat lip now, luckily it didn’t break the skin, but it looks sore. I feel like such a bad Mum when these things happen, I know I can’t watch him every second, but it still makes me feel like crap.

Last week he woke from his afternoon nap and promptly threw up all over me, himself and the floor, his temperature was on the high side, and since then he has come down with a cold. I phoned Dave and he said he’d come home (was lunching at the pub) as soon as he walked in the door Alexander extracted himself from our cuddle and threw himself off my knee and went running to Daddy…so much for being sick huh!