The Dream of the Cordless Baby
Hello All! Auntie here. It's been a long time since my last post...over 3 months in fact. It's hard to believe that the little Turkey has been home that long...my how time flies. I have left the posting to Ma's satirical humour...as its so hilarious...but, Ma is in bed, trying to head off a migraine, so I thought that I would do her a little favour.
Ma's biggest hope and dream (since realizing that the little one would be okay) was to have a "cordless baby". Every time she has gone to clinic or had the Home Oxygen Lady (HOL) in, she has been excited to hear the news that Sha didn't need oxygen anymore. And every time it didn't happen, she was crushed. However, Sha hasn't been all that cooperative...which is so surprising really! When I got back to my desk today after lunch, I had a minute and a half long message from Ma, repeatedly singing..."I have a cordless baby, I have a cordless baby" for the full message. When I called her back to sing "I have a cordless nephew, I have a cordless nephew", she didn't say anything, but danced as I sang!
There is still oxygen equipement in the house, despite Sha's "prong-free" status, but the HOL will come back next week, to check his progress and make sure that we're in the clear. But so far, so good. There's no more worrying that the dog will chew or drag the cord into another room; no more being isolated to 3 rooms in the house; no more fighting with him to change his prongs; no more listening to the cord slap repeatedly against the dresser in the middle of the night, when Sha decides that he doesn't really feel like sleeping; no more wrestling to keep the cord from getting tangled with the swing, his clothing, etc; no more yucky tape blocking our view of the incredibly cute child; no more period. The Booblah family is now able to enjoy Freedom...and the little Turkey will have to find something else to entertain himself in the middle of the night, instead of trying to slowly drive his mother insane! (It's a short trip, Buddy, so keep trying!)
On another note, Turkey has been given a new nickname by yours truly. "Lippy Becks" is the name and he finds it quite amusing...although he finds pretty much everything amusing when he's in the mood! "Lippy" comes from his amazing ability to pout. I'm not sure how the kid is able to get his bottom lip out so far, but if there was an Olympic sport for pouting, he would get the gold! "Becks" comes from another favourite hobby...kicking. He finds it particularly hilarious if he's kicking someone or something! With all this kicking, I figure he would make a great soccer player. I told him that when he makes as much money as David Beckham, he has to keep his Ma and Auntie in the lavish style they are certainly not accustomed to...but could adapt to in quite a hurry. He thought that was funny, too! Turkey! If he's anything like his mother and I, then his chance of becoming anything athletic is slim to none, as the only way I can hit a volleyball is if it flies right at me and hits me in the face! So, if he's going to get rich playing a sport, I only hope that "Mini Pa" has gotten some of that talent from his dad...or else Ma and I are in trouble!
Ma's biggest hope and dream (since realizing that the little one would be okay) was to have a "cordless baby". Every time she has gone to clinic or had the Home Oxygen Lady (HOL) in, she has been excited to hear the news that Sha didn't need oxygen anymore. And every time it didn't happen, she was crushed. However, Sha hasn't been all that cooperative...which is so surprising really! When I got back to my desk today after lunch, I had a minute and a half long message from Ma, repeatedly singing..."I have a cordless baby, I have a cordless baby" for the full message. When I called her back to sing "I have a cordless nephew, I have a cordless nephew", she didn't say anything, but danced as I sang!
There is still oxygen equipement in the house, despite Sha's "prong-free" status, but the HOL will come back next week, to check his progress and make sure that we're in the clear. But so far, so good. There's no more worrying that the dog will chew or drag the cord into another room; no more being isolated to 3 rooms in the house; no more fighting with him to change his prongs; no more listening to the cord slap repeatedly against the dresser in the middle of the night, when Sha decides that he doesn't really feel like sleeping; no more wrestling to keep the cord from getting tangled with the swing, his clothing, etc; no more yucky tape blocking our view of the incredibly cute child; no more period. The Booblah family is now able to enjoy Freedom...and the little Turkey will have to find something else to entertain himself in the middle of the night, instead of trying to slowly drive his mother insane! (It's a short trip, Buddy, so keep trying!)
On another note, Turkey has been given a new nickname by yours truly. "Lippy Becks" is the name and he finds it quite amusing...although he finds pretty much everything amusing when he's in the mood! "Lippy" comes from his amazing ability to pout. I'm not sure how the kid is able to get his bottom lip out so far, but if there was an Olympic sport for pouting, he would get the gold! "Becks" comes from another favourite hobby...kicking. He finds it particularly hilarious if he's kicking someone or something! With all this kicking, I figure he would make a great soccer player. I told him that when he makes as much money as David Beckham, he has to keep his Ma and Auntie in the lavish style they are certainly not accustomed to...but could adapt to in quite a hurry. He thought that was funny, too! Turkey! If he's anything like his mother and I, then his chance of becoming anything athletic is slim to none, as the only way I can hit a volleyball is if it flies right at me and hits me in the face! So, if he's going to get rich playing a sport, I only hope that "Mini Pa" has gotten some of that talent from his dad...or else Ma and I are in trouble!
posted by Like duh! @ 7:53 p.m.
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