Chubbs' cot now resembles a boxing ring.
We had to pad the ends because Chubbs has been crashing head-first into everything (and strangely seems to feel no pain). The last straw came today when I left him in his cot to do some washing, heard a loud thud when I was in the bathroom, heard him whimper, and hurried out to find a bruise on his forehead. This (again) will not do!
Seeing stars...
Fuzzy threw up his arms in desperation, dug out some old mattress protectors and wrapped them round the wood. The cot looks like it has been bandaged :/ Sorry buddy, but this has to be the arrangement until you learn to be less gung-ho ok?
We shook off the bump with a big family dinner at SICC to celebrate my in-laws' wedding anniversary. No. 36, I think? His doting GrandAunts and Great-GrandAunts got a kick from playing with him.
Preparing to leave.
The feast included live prawns, roasted goose (mega yum!), roasted chicken, claypot fish head with roasted pork and home-made tofu, stir-fried fish slices with spring onion, black pepper beef, double-boiled pig's tail soup, fried mee sua, braised mee sua and more... Chubbs watched us from his pimped stroller most of the way.
p.s. His bruise turned a cool shade of purple and swelled up as the day progressed. Sigh.
