Saturday, 24 April 2010

Trike Riding

Most kids ride tricycles. I personally had a series of Big-wheels that my brother and I could wear out in less than half the time of any other child.

Jack had a tricycle until recently when he upgraded to the 2.55 wheels that was in Bike Riding. Jack loves his vehicles and rides them at every opportunity. A few weeks ago we were at Wicksteed Park and Jack saw these.

The sound was a little messed up so I removed it all together. He is 100% driving himself. He did pick up more speed after I stopped recording.

One of many silly things that I'm proud of.

Saturday, 17 April 2010


Jack learned a joke. Whilst on an overnight trip to his nanny's Jack recited this comedy gem to Helen over the phone. The problem was that, so funny was the joke that she couldn't understand what he was staying through his giggling.

Jack couldn't keep a straight face when he told me the joke the moment he got through the door either. I decided to record it and share it with all of you. Little did I know that Jack had more in store for me. 4 jokes were told, at least 2 of which are (I'm pretty sure) of his own creation. Watch out Billy Connolly.

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Teddies are a boy's best friend.

Jack has more than a dozen teddies. Like most children he started acquiring them the moment he was born. He's got a pretty extensive collection now-a-days, so many that I've lost count. He's a boy who loves a teddy. He takes them to bed, to nanny's, to nursery, anywhere we will let him.

His teddies all have their own names and social hierarchy. Dylan is clearly the favorite, he's also the biggest and one of the oldest, followed closely by Fozzy, Pooh-bear and Lucky. Below them it's more of a 'flavor of the month' system. He's been favoring the dogs lately, which works well with Dylan being a dog, we spend much of the early mornings getting licked profusely by the little ones.

Some of his teddies talk, mostly the dogs just bark, he'll have conversations with them, mostly about how much they miss each other when they're apart. It's important that you don't try to attempt speaking for them, Jack is the only person allowed to talk for the doggies. When ever I say anything on their behalf Jack will sternly say, No... That's not what he said. You don't talk for Dylan, only I'm the one that can talk for them... You shouldn't talk for other people's teddies.

Jack is always happy to show off his teddy collection. He'll parade one of them in front of a visitor for a while before introducing them, This is my friend. He's not so happy to share them though. If Jack sees anyone cuddling one of his teddies it's put to an abrupt halt. Jack will scold you verbally, pry the teddy from your hands and give you dirty looks for the next fifteen minutes, teddy-napping is a serious crime. The closest we get to sharing is sometimes when Jack figures Helen or I are sad he'll run to get us a teddy, at which point we're allowed up to two minutes under close supervision for the teddy to cheer us up before it's taken back, by force if necessary. After that I guess we're on our own.

On a side note. I received a green sticker on my hand while typing this blog. Here you go Daddy, you've been a good... You've worked hard. It's nice to know my hard work is appreciated.

Friday, 9 April 2010

It begins.

This morning I awoke to a cough emerging from the adjacent room. I opened my eye and noted the time on the clock was 3:55 am. When Jack wakes in the night it's always at either 11pm or 4am. I listened for other noises but heard none so I closed my eye... less than a minute later there was another singular cough... then another followed by some grumbling that I've come to know as my cue to get up.

I opened Jack's door to find him sitting up in his bed coughing a very deliberate cough. I brought him a drink of water and turned up his light a little bit. Jack sipped the water and then said Daddy I've got something to tell you. I've swallowed a penny. Imagine my delight.
The story was that he'd woke up a few minutes before, found the penny, put it in his mouth and accidentally swallowed it.
My immediate reaction was not that of great concern, despite the obvious hygiene concern hundred of kids swallow all sorts of loose change every day and it's really not that big of a deal. I no doubt swallowed more than my fair share. So I calmly asked a couple of question to try to at least establish what size of coin we were dealing with.
I got it from my pirate set. Now my concern was growing a bit. Jack keeps a couple of coins in his 'secret pocket' on his bed for protection (don't ask I have no idea why he needs coins for protection) and at this point I'd noticed that one of them was missing. I found a regular penny and asked him if that was the type of penny he had swallowed. No it was a penny from my pirate thing. I snatched the remaining coin out of the pocket and looked it over. The coin is made of plastic, the edges are somewhat jagged and is just slightly larger than a 10p piece or a quarter. I asked him over and over if he was sure he'd swallowed a coin like it and he told me again and again that he had... I thought about this for a few minutes. The coin was huge and with it's edges it's more likely that I would have been performing the Heimlich if he'd really swallowed it, but then again... after a few minutes I roused Helen and told her that I thought we had a problem.

We arrived in Stafford A&E about 4:40am. Jack wasn't happy about going to the hospital, he likes his sleep, and he was less happy about not having breakfast or anything else to eat before we went. The hospital was practically empty except for a somewhat condescending doctor and very strung-out looking nurses. Despite the hour they were all very friendly, they quickly checked him over and ordered and X-ray. It was obvious that they were as skeptical as I was that he was physically capable of swallowing such a coin but they, like us, weren't entirely willing to risk it. We were escorted through dark empty halls to the radiologist, who obviously has just been woken up. She too looked at us with disbelief when we showed her the coin but she took the X-Ray and gave Jack a sticker which he proudly bore on his pajama top. They then sent us back to the Doctor who checked the X-ray and confirmed my suspicion, no sign of a coin.

We got back home a few minutes before 6am and thankfully Jack happily went back to sleep. Jack and I had a busy morning of playgroup and dentists appointments, poor Helen had to be up in half an hour for an early appointment.

So that's how we spent our morning. Jack and I slept in until 9 and still managed to make play group and our dental appointments on time. Helen napped in the afternoon. Jack still insists that he swallowed the coin, it's just disappeared, or somebody stole it from my tummy. I haven't gone looking for it yet.

So this is the start of the family A&E reputation for us. We already have to explain away Jack's many bruises each week at nursery so now I guess this is just the next level, instead of signing the little disclaimer for the CSA girl we're now signing them for an admissions nurse. I think Jack learned his lesson but we've removed all coins and other items of similar size from his bedroom just to be safe.