Orange vomit and blue casts...

It's been a colourful weekend that's for sure!

Molly has developed a serious liking for mandarin oranges, which is obviously a good thing. We're still struggling to get her eating 'back on track', after the cough, cold and teething seem to have thrown her appetite out the window, so anything that she likes we'll give it to her. Fruit has always been her favourite and some days all she really eats is a couple of pears and some banana. Voluntarily that is, I'm not adverse to tricking her into eating the odd spoonful of stew, etc., and the TV is a wonderful distraction from whatever Mummy's doing with the spoon!

The only problem being that she still has quite a good hacking cough at the moment (it's bronchialitis, and will run it's course in a week or so... hopefully!), and at lunch time today, after consuming an inordinate amount of orange for someone so small, she laughed at Daddy, made herself cough and proceeded to vomit bright orange gunk all over herself and the surrounding area. Poor little sausage, actually, she wasn't bothered at all, in fact she was still laughing at Daddy, who made a hasty escape and left me to clean it all up!

But, I forgive him - only this once, and for a good reason - because he can't get his right arm wet at the moment. It is encased in a bright blue, soft plaster cast. No, I'd never heard of them either, but it turns out that a compound fracture in the hand (long story, he'll tell you when he sees you) requires a soft cast for about 10 days to heal correctly. So, for 10 days - counting down now! - it's just me getting mucky, clearing up and generally getting wet with bubs, joy!!

Don't worry, I'll make sure he makes up for it the moment the cast is off. This happens on the Tuesday after the long Easter weekend, I'm thinking Molly may overdo it on the chocolate eggs, what do you think?