Scream-O

Look at our little angel. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. I actually don't know what that means, but I can tell you now it would actually melt in his mouth. And it would slobber all over his lips. And it would mix with the boogers running out his nose. And, yes, it would be disgusting. Callum is hopefully coming to the end of a run of teething and illness, which have made him not very pleasant to be around. Apart from the sleep deprivation, he has taken up some other less than endearing habits.

He has a habit of following both Anth and I around the house. This weekend, if he wasn't asleep or sitting on us, he would crawl up along behind each one of us, howling at us until we either ran away or picked him up. Honestly, could we really run away? It was probably more likely that you'd run near the other person, so then he'd switch his attention. He doesn't seem to hassle the boys, but he does pull the hair out of the dog.

This mainly occurs in the house. Outside the house, he seems to get a bit more lease of life. Ethan and I played out in our back yard with him yesterday and he didn't scream at all. Today, we had him out the side yard whilst we did some gardening work, and he was happy to cover himself in dirt and mud. The picture above, however, happened when we brought him inside and Anth tried to do fold some washing. As she folded, he undid, screaming with every clothing grab. I think Lisa commented that she had this problem as well. Yes, it is a global phenomenon. We are not alone.

Ciao for Now, Ear Plugged Angry Dad.