The Ori have been around our way. There's an epidemic in South London. The kiddies have been dropping like flies with gastro flu. It is extremely virulent. Baby G came down with it last Saturday, everything coming out both ends and in between a very sorry and sad looking baby who only wanted to sit on mummy or daddy's lap and sleep. He was really good, no crying as long as he could see the both of us. Which made going to work rather difficult. It was a worry but he didn't get badly dehydrated as he managed to take water even when he wasn't taking down anything else.
Last weekend was interesting. In between cleaning baby and myself (how can there be so much inside someone so small) and keeping him comforted, we had to organise Step D's 21st birthday weekend. Off in a limo all cheerful and happy on Saturday afternoon, she and her friend finally arrived back home at about 4am decidedly worse for wear. Sunday was meant to be a family party for her, but we had to postpone as father-in-law's immune system is still non-existant following the chemotherapy. And monday was the actual birthday itself. While Step D and friend were out on Sunday night we filled up helium balloons and hid them in our bedroom so on Monday she got up to a living room strewn with birthday balloons.
Tuesday was Valentine's day but all our plans went out the window as Baby G was still poorly and getting worse. Not even Stargate got a look in that night. The NHS advised against going to hospital unless dehydration was really bad, and he was still managing to hold down water so it didn't come to that. The doctor prescribed some sachets to add to the water, and these gave it a blackcurrant flavour that Baby G loved.
Today, a week later and Baby G is back to his old self, all happy and playing with his toys.. And he pulled himself up to standing for the first time this morning. I pulled the curtains back on the french doors, he crawled over and pulled himself up on his own to look out the windows. And just stood there with one hand to steady himself looking dead chuffed. Naturally there wasn't a camera or camcorder to hand anywhere.
We had an interesting evening last night. The police, with dogs and an over head helicopter, chased a suspect through our garden. Haven't had that many flashing blue lights in the street since whippet faced girl moved out. She was a very thin, malnourished looking white girl, aged 19, with the most beautiful little girl. The little girl's dad (an incredibly beautiful guy) used to live in the street too, at least we think that he was the dad. He knew whippet faced girl, and had gone out with her in the past, and the little girl was the absolute image of him. Plus, she used to scream and yell at him periodically, but that in itself wasn't unusual as she used to scream and yell at everyone. She had a long running feud with quiet jamaican woman who lives up near the corner of the road, that often resulted in them standing in the street hurling insults. She also had a rather dodgy brother, who looked like a crack addict, who disappeared for a prison-length 18 months. During which time crime in the street disappeared as well.
Incredibly beautiful guy had the most scariest, hardest looking girlfriends. During the summer they'd be sitting outside on the stoop of the house, and I was always terrified of accidently looking at one of them the wrong way. He was scared of them too, and would sometimes hide over at our place.
Now however Step D isn't well so the family birthday party has had to be postponed yet again. I just hope the cake is OK for a week.
Gipsy joined GateWorld when it was STARGUIDE in January 2001, and has
been watching Stargate since the movie. Originally from New
Zealand (specifically, Wainuiomata), she started backpacking around the
world in 1989 and hasn't stopped yet. Life is spent mostly in London with
husband Mr G and baby G, born in 2005. She is also blessed with a
beautiful step daughter and wonderful step son.
Cant wait to see Baby G when i come down in March!
Looking forward to seeing you then too :-)
I am so glad to hear Baby G is doing well and STANDING!!! wow... soon he will have you running to and fro :-)
your nieborhood sounds just like mine.... you know they say there are sister-cities...I wonder is there sister-nieghborhoods ;-)
Hope you were able to tape everything...I personally enjoyed all of the shows...hope you do to!
Sorry to hear Baby G was ill, but happy to hear he is better, but sorry step D is sick and people are getting chased through your garden. Things can only get better, right?
I feel your pain Gipsy. Every time I thought about having another one I remember the lack of sleep and all the illnesses that babies seem to go through. The flu, the diarrhea, the croup, etc.
Seriously though, you seem to have so much going on in your life I don't know how you fit it all in. The baby, the career, the hubby, the stepkids, the GW...sheesh. I'm surprised you don't drop from exhaustion.
Thanks guys. And I don't do that much really - it is just that I can leave out all the boring bits when I cram it into a blog :-)
I have seen the second half of Off the Grid and enjoyed it - very very letchworthy Daniel. And ditto The Scourge. Fnnnooaaarrrr that lad is just getting better looking each week! Um, I'm sure there was a plot in there somewhere...I think that was quite good too :-)
WOO HOO for Baby G standing! Unlucky with the Ori plague!