Alby is finally back to his old self – well almost. For the first time in a little while we’ve
managed a whole day without drugs or sickness.
Whilst I’ve had to miss out on hours and hours of cuddles I’ve been
compensated with plenty of giggles and smiles which are just as good.
Whilst Alby is now full of beans I’m completely
shattered. (This evening he decided
that, having slept for the better part of the last few days, he was fine to
stay up until 9pm. I meanwhile decided to have a complete sense of humour
failure about this decision and came close to having a strop and putting myself
to bed instead).
I digress. As s a
cheerful chappy once more I did what I could to keep the little Trouble Monkey
engaged as we spent another day at home together. Once again Alby was keen to get outside for
some tree climbing, swinging and to play football with Percy. I think this may now be his most favourite
past time as he squats with laughter, hand clasped over his mouth whenever
Percy chases after a ball he has kicked himself. Pure comedy genius.
Before being struck down with his current illness Alby was
becoming quite the little dude marching around the base. Last week he walked all the way from nursery
to the Regimental Headquarters – stopping only to reprimand Percy or to stomp
in a puddle. (Oh boy, does he love puddles. Three times I turned around to find he had abandoned Percy on one side of the road in order to cross over and do a little dance or a squat in a puddle.)
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| And they're off |
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| One of the few times Percy has lead on a walk |
The following day he made
it all the way home by himself. A task
he accomplished in impressively quick time.
Despite keeping a good pace he made what trouble he could, namely
falling straight down into a particularly muddy puddle within ten metres of the
nursery front door. With his muddy knees
and grubby cuffs he finally had an outfit to match his cheeky chappie
grin.
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| Boys will be boys |
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