DJ Electric Daddy

The latest health related episode the Sprite of Fury has had to endure occured this past weekend. After a perfect day Saturday working outside in the back garden, with Lil' G helping out or playing by himself for pretty much the whole day, we wrapped the days activities with a little hockey practice. While I practiced my reverse crossovers and close-quarters stick handling in the street (yes, a terrible example of safety I know) The Sprite followed along and retrieved errant pucks for me. We played a little kerb-side catch as he would throw me the puck and I shoot it back to him, before turning in as the sun went down. A great end to a very nice, productive day. The troubles began a little before 11pm that night. After eating all his dinner and doing our bedtime ritual, he settled down to sleep around 9pm. Less than 2 hours later our Pay-Per-View movie for the evening was interupted with loud and painful cries from his bedroom. I go to see what is wrong and find a large puddle of v...

With every giant step for Spritekind our little monster takes, I sometimes forget he is still barely a toddler. Fresh out of infancy and raring to go. As he repeats his ABCs all the way through to XYZ, names all his colors, counts to Ten and ties his own shoelaces (okay,the last one is a fabrication) he impresses me with his maturity. I mean, any minute now he'll be slugging baseballs, ripping slap-shots and bending it like Beckham... But there are times that remind me just how young and fragile he actually is. Most parents will tell you there is no more trying time than when your child is sick. More so when they are still not old enough to fully appreciate what is happening to them. The Sprite had a few episodes recently that brought me back down to reality. First, he had an encounter with pins and needles. Something new for a kid to deal with. How do you explain your hand falling to sleep? Trying to get The Sprite to wave his hand around, clench and unclench his fist, was futile ...