Feeling the Heat

Oscar has been very lucky as he's managed to escape childhood illnesses for his first eleven and a half months, apart from the odd sniffle here and there. But this week he succumbed to a random virus that left him with a temperature climbing close to 40 degrees. The poor wee lad was knocking out more heat than a pensioner's gas heater, and his rookie parents were very worried. All he wanted to do was to crawl onto my lap and go to sleep, which is most unlike our hyperactive baby. I spent a few sleepless nights with my ear plastered to the baby monitor, listening to him toss and turn fretfully. Calpol and cuddles did the trick though, and the doctor gave him a clean bill of health two days later, and he's back to pulling out the contents of the kitchen cupboards and eating anything he can get his hands on.
He's really started to understand language now, and responds to the phrase "Where's the light?" by pointing upwards, and makes a roaring noise when he sees his toy lion. He has also learned to shake his head if he doesn't want to do something, the little monkey. The ability to point has given Oscar the means to find out what things are called, so I'm busy verbally labelling the contents of our house for our curious boy. I sense that we're on the brink of toddlerhood (he stood up without holding on to anything for the first time this morning) so I'm bracing myself for some delightful fun and games.