Things that go bump in the night

Ooh no my kid has turned EMO! Max cutting himself up, the result of long fingernails combined with getting out of his wrap.

We managed to get both kids off to bed nice and early last night – it was my Birthday so Ingrid and I settled in for a nice relaxing dinner and evening together…but later on that night things changed…
A little after 2am, I woke suddenly to a series of loud crashes and what sounded like cupboard doors banging in the kitchen...then came the piercing scream that sent shivers down my spine.

I jumped up, ran into the living room and switched on the lights…there it was; Charlie, standing slap bang in the middle of the kitchen…holding a RAT the size of Texas in his murderous jaws. I froze, while Charlie just stared at me - his killer-cat eyes locked onto mine, and then, just like a scene out of a bad horror movie, the rat let out another ear splitting scream (I guess I'd scream too if razor sharp teeth were punctured deep into me) ...and if there weren't enough drama's already...Sophie decided to get out of bed and stare down at us from the top of stairs - she was clearly frightened and very upset - she then started to cry. I quickly grabbed Charlie, (being careful to wrap both hands around his enormous guts) and headed towards the back door…and that’s when it happened - the rat (that could've been mistaken for a small horse) dropped to the floor…and ran straight under the couch…

Ingrid was out of bed at this stage and seemed to be enjoying the freak-show unfolding in the lounge, so I got her to keep an eye on the couch to make sure nothing came out, while I ran upstairs to put Sophie back into bed. After tending to Soph, we formulated a plan to trap the rat…Ingrid lifted one side of the couch, and I stood there ready to pounce…the look on both our faces said it all...the rat wasn't there.

After an extensive CSI search of the house I spent the next couple of hours wide awake in bed, adrenalin pumping, while images of a half eaten killer rat running loose in the house, were going through my mind…awesome.
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I had to laugh - I found this old photo from 10 years ago and showed Sophie

"Look Soph, here's a photo of Daddy when he used to have a life"

Her reply: "Where did your life go Daddy?"

Kids...

Brad

Tell me why?

I feel like I’m in a confessional.
”Forgive me followers of the blog…yes; it’s been well over three weeks since my last written post…my apologies"
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First up, Sophie’s constipation is still here unfortunately – Ingrid kept her home for most of last week so she could keep a close eye on her ‘movements’ and what food she consumed each day. Thankfully, the really red burning aspect has gone for now (touch wood) but it does seem to have a nasty streak of flaring up every 2-3 weeks. We’ve got another pediatrician to see in the next fortnight - but we’re both resigned to the fact that she’s simply going to have to ride it out.

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"Mmm...I wonder how long it will take me tonight to get out of my wrap..."

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Sophie has recently learnt the one word we have been dreading her understanding for ages…Why”...here's how a typical conversation rolls out -The following transcript is taken word for word from this morning (I took Sophie down to Mitre 10 to pick up a new shower hose)
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"Daddy where are we going?"
"To a big shop to buy a new hose for the shower"
"Why?"
"Because the old hose is broken Sophie"
"Why is it broken?"
"Because it was very old"
"Why was it very old?"
"Because it has been there for a long time"
"Why was it there for a long time?"
"Arhhh…because it just was Sophie"
"Why?"
"Because it was old!"
"You already said it was old daddy – why was it old?"
"Um…look over there Sophie – I can see a cat..."
"Ooh!""

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Max is in pretty good form now too. He’s giggling and laughing shitloads and is responding to a stack of things – he now looks at you when you call his name, and he loves books being read to him, (just like his big sis.) He’s a strong little bugger too, we wrap him up in a very complex straight jacket-baby-wrap-type thing before each sleep – but the little Houdini can break out of it before we’re even out the bloody door! – I’m sure he thinks it’s a game and he tries to beat his previous record every night…

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Haha...told you I would get my hands out!

Little Miss growing up way-to-fast...check out her gorgeous hair do
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Lastest Video of Max here

Brad

Max's new bed

Quiet time - Sophie...a book...and a carton of toliet rolls to sit on

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Happy kids!
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Check out the new bed for Max...spot the proud big sis watching over him too "hey that was my bed a few weeks ago"
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Uncle Steve had his bithday last week - so Sophie celebrated it today with a cup cake and sang Happy Birthday to him

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We had a nice visit last week from Mike and Carol for a few days

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