My poor wee lamb...

The wee man's bahookey isn't really any better today, the poor thing. When I came home from work, wee D was fast asleep on the sofa - he had just climbed up there of his own accord and gone for a wee snooze, very cute - shattered from screaming all afternoon, apparently. However, when he awoke, oh dear me, did I know about it...

And then he didn't stop screaming all evening.... I am thinking he's got some sort of little stomach bug or something - can't be teething this time surely - I'm fairly sure he's got all his teeth now, but I'm not about to stick my fingers in there to check as he likes to chomp down if I try...

I stuck him in a bath of lukewarm water with a few drops of tea-tree oil added for luck, except I had to hold him in and wash him down with a sponge, fighting with him the whole time. He was screaming in my ear so loudly it was still ringing an hour later. And then when I had to dry him and get some ointment on his bottom, he was kicking me so hard in the chest and stomach I ended up rather winded! He's definitely a strong wee fella! I just wish he understood that I was trying to make it a bit better for him... All was well by half past seven though, back to cheeky grins and spilled milk... :-)