Apparently, Kevin's diarrhea could have been half fake...meaning psychosomatic. With all the changes going on right now that suddenly makes him "big boy": he has just potty trained (no more nappies at day), goes to "big" school (to differentiate it from baby school - our term for daycare he used to frequent), and is no longer the baby in the house.

Kevin isn't really jealous of his sister. I mean, not that much, hahaha. We do have "scare" moments when he'd pull her legs, squeeze/pinch? her like a toy or play with her by putting a pillow or cover on her face when no one is watching. Mom and I call it the "cain and abel" syndrome. So now we're more careful to check him out when he approaches his sister.

But really, he is vying for my attention. He won't sleep on his bed (in his room) - he tells me granny is there but I know it isn't the real reason. When I feed Angeli sometime at dawn and he wakes up, he would reach out and make sure his hand is in my arm or we're linked elbow to elbow. Now, how I manage to do this and hold a baby and feed her at the same time...I'm elastic mom! He also likes to watch during the nappy change...even if it's at 3am!

When Angeli has an ouchie tummy and sleeps on my tummy....he likes to do the same after (we used to do that - resting on my tummy - since his birth until I got preggy with Angeli). I have not realised how heavy he has gotten (15kg based on our doc's appointment the other day), until now...coz I feel the 12 kilo difference between handling him and Angeli - plus my tummy is still fragile from the operation.

So Kevin insisted on not missing school Thursday and Friday (today) - even if it meant taking off the pampers again during the day. But he had no more diarrhea symptoms and no "accidents". In fact, I think he's getting constipated lol (hasn't done "it" yet since Wednesday, when we visited the doc) - not because of the diet we put him in but maybe fear of the ickiness (or perhaps my exasperation).

However he developed runny nose...I wonder if this is psychosomatic too or from the several hosing I had to do when he had the diarrhea. The first night of his colds - aaaaaaargh, both of them were crying (him, because he couldn't breathe and can only be comforted by his mom - his papa was trying to intervene, but he cries more; and angeli was crying too because, well, that's what babies do - oh and do they do it well!).

Last night was better...mom took the baby with her in the room. She said it's her month-sary gift to Angeli who turns one month old today.

By the way, in school today, Kevin told me when I asked him if he had been good (no pee/poop in the pants, no crying) that a boy hit him on the head and so he cried. But I think he was not that traumatised by it...just reporting it to me as a matter of factly. When we got home, he told the same story to my mom, in English (I wonder if he realises he told me the story in French).