Finn Henry

Foozley went to his ear, nose and throat specialist today. He goes every few months just so they can keep an eye on him. We were looking at getting grommets in his ears to drain the fluid that is in there. This fluid is not all that makes him deaf but it does make it worse.

Today they discovered that one of his ears seems to be clear of fluid which is good indeed. He needs another batch of hearing tests but will probably be able to avoid the operation for grommets.

Foozley is in bed having a well earned rest but I am sure he wants to pass on the following messages.

Thank you to everyone who came to his party.
Thank you to everyone who wrote him a sweet card.
Thank you for all the toys, they are ace.
Thank you to everyone who carried him around and generally fussed over him.
Thank you to everyone who generally makes him feel like a special kid.

On account of looking especially cute Foozley was given his original birthday present a couple of weeks ago. So today we went out and bought him something for the day. What he ended up with was a play equipment/fort thing with a slide.

So far he seems to like it very much indeed.

Finn is one year old today. On the one hand it feels like he’s only just arrived, but on the other, the 15th of October 2003 seems like an eternity ago. So much has happened in just a year.

There’s been indescribable joy and uncontrollable sobbing, nappies and bottles and real food, teeth and excema and deafness and hearing aids, childcare and playgroup, grabbing stuff, rolling, sitting and crawling, and so many toys and clothes from 000 to 1. A whirlwind with a little boy in the middle.

Happy Birthday Foozley.

Foozley’s favourite things include helping CDs out of their rack and playing in the kitchen. The CDs are not that big a worry but I had to child-proof the draws and cupboards the other day.

However this doesn’t spoil Foozley’s fun at all as there are always things that don’t live in draws or cupboards that can be played with and mastered.

As Foozley is almost one and the last tin of formula is almost finished he will be swapping over entirely to normal cow’s milk later today.

Foozley has been very busy sending and reading emails and now has a list of sorts of who is coming to his birthday party this weekend. So far his list has 17 grown-ups and 11 kids which strikes him as about right. Now all we need to go is a trip to the real supermarket for party things and a trip to Aldi on Saturday for snags, nibbles, and soft-drink.

Today has just been lovely. Clear blue skies and twenty-five degrees give or take. So Nicky dressed Foozley for warm weather and overalls were the order of the day.

Today there was a nice fresh loaf of bread in the machine when we got home so Foozley is just destroying his second piece of warm bread and butter.

So far it seems to be going down pretty well.

Today Foozley and I went to our first ever session at the local playgroup. There were about twelve kids and maybe eight mums and it all went really well.

Most of the kids did painting but not Foozley, he was just happy to crawl around and play with stuff. He also wore his hearing aids for almost the entire time which was just great.

I am quite looking forward to going back next week and hopefully the Funster feels the same.