lovely wee smiley wee thing

After a long day - opening presents, playing with things, being driven out for a cultural birthday trip to Jupiter Artland (to and from which I got to cycle, as Nicky's car won't fit five adults and a child-seat), walking back and forth across the wee bridge thing in his new shoes, talking electronically to a few relatives - he settled down for sleep after his evening-milk, nuzzling cutely into his mother's shoulder, looking like he'd be too tired to even have his teeth brushed.

Thirty seconds later, everything he'd eaten or drunk over the previous couple of hours had been sprayed over Nicky, the sofa and the rug. Mostly the rug, which is why it's currently outside hanging over the washing-line awaiting some cleansing rain (or Nicky's mum's wallpaper-removing-steam-device curtain-and-carpet-cleaning attachment) in the absence of a wet/dry vacuum cleaner. After getting rid of everything, Edgar did his usual post-emesis perking-up thing and even allowed his teeth to be brushed, possibly quite wisely considering he'd just been sick. Unfortunate that there's no way of brushing his nose to get rid of the traces of puke which emerged snoutwise.

Apart from that and a bit of residual hug-requirementing left over from being ill at the start of the week he's been his usual smiley happy best thing ever self all day.