After a fairly normal Monday morning and an afternoon nap, George woke up and vomited - all over himself and the bed. Turned out he had a temperature of 39+ and was burning with fever.
I can't tell you how frightening this can be, even now, having dealt with similar many times over in the two years and three months I've experienced of parenthood;
Thank God for ibuprofen, I mean really, Calpol (paracetamol) is pretty great, but there is nothing like the former to take down a fever. Darling boy steadily perked up and cooled down, the sickness apparently having been caused by the fever itself as he wanted to eat and drink and kept both down fine. So as to keep an eye on him he's shared the big bed with me the last couple of nights and Daddy has been exiled to the attic. Handy in this instance that George now has the full sized single. It's been rather sweet to have George with me, he's certainly slept well and comfortably, but as you can see from the photographs, this has sometimes been to my detriment...waking up with feet in my ribs or face as he turns to sleep horizontally across the bed a speciality!