He's been fussy during the afternoons and especially so yesterday, and was unusually solemn last night at dinner, maybe from the almost all-day all-night regurgitation. I've been refraining from any caffeine whatsoever so I am ponderous to what may have caused the bad sleep. Babies always cry for a reason.
Meanwhile Boy has been constipated, traumatised twice when a strand of my hair got ingested and strung a piece of hard poo he couldn't shake off. I had to remove the poo twice. I have been refilling fresh water into the many bowls around and feeding them all more canned food.
His appetite hasn't been great lately, finishing only half his meal, and the day before he stepped outside when the door was open, stopped and looked around. I was so alarmed I quickly grabbed him back into the house. Later his Dad claims that he (and Sam too) has done it before but I don't remember it ever happening before.
It's been frustrating because I've been avoiding being out of the bedroom too much to avoid the hair-poo thing (my hair's falling out in clumps - a casualty of post-pregnancy) which makes it kind of hard to observe him. He still weighs 7kg and I've seen him drinking.
The kids have stopped bugging him since we've banned all kids from the bedroom (to avoid the hair-poo situation). No more so-called preferential treatment and they all get along. The past two days saw the older three perched on the couch: Buffy on the right couch head, Boy on the left (totally unscathed), and Tux shamelessly splayed on the couch itself.
Meanwhile, I've spent the last few weekends catching up on my fave TV series: Firefly, Surface, and Prison Break. It's sad how the former two were cancelled after the first season. There doesn't seem much support for sci-fi genres. Both are extremely shiny and original. Prison Break is neat because of Wentworth Miller and the smart concept. I read the whole story in text, downloaded into my iPaq. Ah finally some use for it. ;D
