Just Nicky

Hot in the City December 28, 2005

It’s 3am and it’s still 27 degrees outside. 26 inside. I’m seriously considering turning the air conditioner back on. There are some storms on the weather radar that appear to be heading this way, but they’re taking too long for my liking. It’s too warm to put the dogs in their crates and I know they’re going to go off when the storm does arrive.

Finn has been very out of sorts since yesterday. At first we thought it was just tiredness and over-excitement from 2 days of Christmas, but I got a look inside his mouth today. He’s cutting his first 2 year old molar. He’s dribbling like a tap (he’s been through 4 tshirts today), refusing to eat much and periodically cracking up big time and refusing to be consoled. He won’t even accept a bottle, which is how we usually sneak medicine into him, so finally Mark & I had to hold him down and pour Baby Panadol into his mouth. I think we got half a dose into him. He’s woken 3 times since he went to bed. The first time he got up and watched telly with us for a while. The second and third times he hadn’t woken properly so I was able to settle him without picking him up. And, of course, now I can’t sleep.

To add to my woes, either Zelda or Emmylou just let go of the most disgusting fart. My money’s on Em. Zelda’s body couldn’t hold that much foul gas!