*brrrrrr* my poor boy.
I wonder what his nightmare was about. I hope this doesn't mean he's a traumatised boy.
Maybe he is traumatised.
He's been having a runny nose since Sunday, with a mild fever on Sun/Mon. Hence, we've been dripping Otrivin into his nose during his morning and night feeds. It came to the point where he REFUSED his night bottle last night. Can you imagine? Ignatius REJECTING a MILK BOTTLE. I couldn't emphasize it more. Milk = Food. Bottle = Teat. REJECTED!
Simply because I was holding the Otrivin in one hand, and the milk bottle in the other. My poor poor boy.
On the flip side, I think I can say he's progressed to 3 word sentences. First was his "Why no rice?". Next was him completing the song The Wheels On The Bus with "Aww Day Ong". Now is his pitiful "I dun wan".
Mommy's looking for silver in the linings.
