Climbing the Walls!

David has been sick for about 10 days now, and it's freezing and snowy outside, and that, my friends, is a recipe for disaster.

Some babies like to snuggle when they're sick--or so I've heard. They cuddle up on couches and watch movies with their moms, and it's all very nice and cozy. It's never good when a child is sick, of course, but I guess I still had this image of at least getting some snuggle time out of it. David, on the other hand, thinks he should be able to do whatever he usually does, but he's just too tired and cranky to do it without having a total meltdown every, say, 11 minutes. So things have been a little rough around here lately!

Because he has bronchitis, and because he's STILL wheezing after a week of antibiotics, I've really been hesitant about letting him play outside. He's gone to the park a few times with Michael, all bundled up, but I'm more inclined to keep him indoors or bundled like mad in his sleeping-bag-stroller concoction myself.

I think largely as a result of that, he has taken to playing in the windowsill. He's liked it for a while, I think I even posted some photos when he was smaller, but lately he thinks it's just the place to be. So we've been using window-crayons, sticky gel shapes for glass, and basically hanging out in the window.

And sometimes he tries to escape:

He let me take some great photos of him yesterday for a little while! He just sat there posing and making funny faces :

Then he went back to gazing wistfully outside:

I wanted to share one more picture, but this one's from last week when we had Anja, Thomas and Emmanuel over for coffee and cake. David had gone with Michael to get the cake, and came home more than a little bit ready to eat the cake. He ran to his highchair and said "high-chair, Aahhhhh" (which means, "I want to sit in my high chair!"--the "ahh" is supposed to be a sigh of contentment. It's hilarious. If he wants me to sit somewhere, he pats the chair and says "Mama, Aahhhhh!")

We told him we had to wait for Emmanuel, and he seemed to understand this. So when they arrived, after greeting them all, David tried again with the "Cake! Cake! Highchair! Bib!"

When we didn't immediately respond, he climbed into a chair, sat himself down, and waited--chin on the table--staring down the cake in its wrapper.

He loves his cake. I can't imagine where he got that from, but I'm saying Michael :)