Isaac and Joy are down with Hand Foot Mouth (HFMD). I don't know how they contacted it, they were in the midst of their one week school hols so had little contact with other kids. The two of them have ulcers in the mouth, making eating painful, poor things. But eat they must.
I picked up a Transformer for Isaac. He asked for a Transformer some time ago, when he saw some at a mall, and I told him no. He told us then, with his Isaac logic, why we should get him one: "Because I don't have a Transformer at all!"
We ration toys in this household. No such thing as: go to a mall, see a toy, and an Autobot becomes an Autobuy. Grandma's rules.
Anyway to surprise him and cheer him up, I picked up the Autobot Jazz. Took me a long time to choose it. I didn't want to get him a lame Transformer, like Bonecrusher (and Optimus was too expensive). Too bad the black Barricade was not available.
I know, it's like I am buying a Transformer for myself.
Joy got the doll you see in the background. Mommy got her that. Joy named her Darling and she's been feeding her with a toy milk bottle.
Having lots of books to read to them, and a new Little Einsteins DVD to watch helped to alleviate some of their discomfort.
Meantime, the maids, my wife and I have had a sleepless weekend with the kids waking up in the middle of the night hungry and yet in pain in their mouths. With Faith quarantined to sleep with mommy and me, we all got even less sleep, because the novelty of sleeping with us kept our autistic firstborn restless and giggly.
We'll just have to ride this one out. My hands are tired from transforming Jazz for Isaac. Why must modern toys be so darn complex?
