Well, not so much today.
I'd estimate 95% of Fuss' verbal output today was the phrase
Dada, ma hold joo!
I have a witness for the proverbial final straw. Doing the laundry downstairs while Meek made herself a cuppa, I had Fuss parked on top of the washing machine momentarily while I fiddled with clothes.
Dada, ma hold joo!
So I sidle over a bit and sort of lean into him while still doing my thing.
Dada, ma hold joo!
So I wrap one arm around him, and he's grabbing me, but I've still got one arm loose for transferring clothes.
Dada, ma hold joo!
Which caused Meek to exclaim in amazement, "Dude, he IS holding you!"
He seems slightly perkier than yesterday and I'm hoping this clingy spell will melt away in the sunshine of renewed health.
Right now he's having a circular conversation with the Wife on the terms of his evening bath.
He wants to get out, except when she reaches for him he DOESN'T want to get out and starts crying. Then he wants to get out again.
Someone once said taking care of a toddler has a lot in common with taking care of a schizophrenic. I have happily never been in the position of caring for a schizophrenic, but I'm guessing the sensation would be eerily familiar after the last few days.
1 comment:
do you think maybe he wants to literally pick you up? Haha, fuss cracks me up.
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