Blood Results in, Dust Mites in Control

We took Stephen in for a blood test for allergies; not a good experience for a two year old. I was not able to go, I wanted to, but things worked against me – it was hard that I could not to be a support for my child (and wife).
Anyway; according to the test, Stephen is only slightly allergic to Dairy milk, but significantly allergic to house dust mites. Not really a surprise for me – I has suspected it. Now we can concentrate in preventing unnecessary irritation because of that.
Time to bring out the big guns. Army helmet on, ole LMG with tracer rounds, grrrr.

Just reading up at housedustmite.org.
We only have one carpet, but maybe we can get a better vacuum cleaner for eradicating dust mites, and vacuum more often – within reason.
Not sure what else, other than covering the mattresses, spraying etc.
The Rooibos in the bath will probably not make a difference but we’ll probably keep on that cos Stephen always calls for it; “Tea-ahhhh” ha ha ha

Teach them when they are young, I say

Well I was not there, but apparently Stephen spent a long time there having fun. Perhaps he can do the dishes everyday, perhaps not. ha ha ha

Rainbow

Show Stephen, for the first time (I believe), a nice bright Rainbow. Nice thing about this one is that the full are was in view (Pity I could not get that whole angle of view in) and there was, for a moment, a second one in view.

Soon there will be two

Quite a lot of milestones in such a short time; what with me and Kathy’s anniversary, Stephen’s second birthday and something else I can’t remember and now Stephen has a brother or sister brewing in the oven, wooooow a wow. Most likely due End of April 2010.

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The Day God Called

One day, almost a year ago, when Stephen was about 1 years old, Kathy was having a meeting. There were a number of people there and their cars were parked in the driveway – blocking the gate from closing.
Stephen was happily playing in the lounge as he always does during those meeting; sometimes watching certain people’s antics in bemusement that only a starting toddler can.
After a few minutes of intense discussion there was a ringing sound. One of the ladies looked up to see who might be at the gate – thinking that the bell there had gone. But instead of seeing someone trying to call for attention, she saw Stephen at the open gate.
Needless to say he was rescued quite quickly.
It just happened to be the day that he could just stretch to open the security gate, it just so happened that the cellphone rang (not the gate bell) from someone unknown who did not leave a message.
Just saying – I think that God was looking out for little Stephen.

My Son is a Better Dancer than me

And now I will always have proof.