Tuesday, 3 March 2015

The cuteness!

I have entered littlest bubba into the Bonds Baby Search for 2015.  After taking about 30 photos, I then had to narrow it down to a few and finally select just one to enter.

This is the one I chose.










Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays). 

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Little blonde boy blue starts school

I knew the day was creeping up, I tried to push it from my mind.  We enjoyed our holidays, without much of a thought for what was going to unfold.  I reflected sometimes, looking at him, so little, ready for school?  Hardly!  Surely? 

Perhaps it was just me not ready.  Perhaps I was just worried because he is so little, not seemingly emotionally or socially ready for Kinder. I mean, he still screeches like a possessed banshee when things do not go his way.  Yes he is getting better, but very marginally.  He spent some time on the floor sulking about this or that during some of our Pre-Kinder sessions last year.  I hoped this was not a reflection of what was to come, well I hoped for the Teacher's sake, and the delicate ear drums of his peers.

When asked, he would shrug off comments of starting school, to him it seemed like it was all talk and never going to happen. 

Fortunate for us, we have 3 in-house school experts, eager to offer suggestions and recommendations.  For example, it's probably not a good idea to use the words "poo" or "butt", and certainly not together; "poo-butt" as he fondly, and repeatedly, called everyone at home.

They also explained all the wonders of the playground, sandpit, swings and bikes.  He may even get to see them at recess or lunch! But in actuality they stagger the Kinder playtime so they are not in the playground with the big kids. Not a bubble I was going to burst!  He just "might" see them sometimes.

During this time, he still has his finger bandaged up and has needed to have it re-dressed.  Then on Tuesday last week he had the pin removed, just yanked out with pliers.  It was over in a few seconds, but very stressful for him nonetheless.   So with the anxiety of treatments on his finger, and starting school, he developed a slight stutter.  It only appears when he is feeling anxious, and he will be assessed through school.   We will spend a day on the beach, and not a single stutter, yet when I mentioned his upcoming Dr appointment, he stuttered immediately.  Poor little guy.

The night before his first day, upon the realisation that I would not be with him like I was at Pre-Kinder, there were tears, and a near total meltdown.  Luckily I had an expert on the top bunk to quickly make light of the situation and distract him.

So he did start school, and did so marvelously I might add! He goes 2 and a half days a week, and so far we have had no more tears.  Me or him! 







Hanging up his smock and painting Mummy.
 

Cute idea to paint their little hands and put it on the window.  He ran with the idea and stamped his hand an additional 3 times before we could stop him.

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Day surgery

Little Pichu had surgery on his finger yesterday.  It all went very well and we are really happy to be done with it.  At least we hope. There is a possibility it may need to be operated on again in the future. 

Basically the operation was to remove some abnormal bone growth that occurred from an old injury almost 2 years ago. 



Getting weighed.

Off to theatre with his favourite pikmin.

In recovery.


Icy poles make everything better.


Going back to his room.

Resting. He was such a good boy for the nurse, very cooperative in offering up his finger for monitoring as soon as she entered the room each time.


Cuddles.

Thank goodness it doesn't stop him playing his favourite game, Pikmin (of course!)  He insists on keeping the canula bandage on the other arm.

Now we have to keep this dry and clean for a week.  (Oh boy!) 


Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays). 

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Oldest and youngest

We have been very busy enjoying our hot summer holiday, poolside.  So here are just a few pics of the oldest (95) and youngest (8 months) of the family. 





Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays). 


Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Bubblers are not urinals.




It has been a year since our last trip to "Australia", which of course is just the mainland to you and I. But apparently to Oshawott, we live in some kind of exotic other country called Tasmania. I guess he's not too far from the truth, at least to many Taswegians, because that is how many feel.

A year is no big deal right? Well it is when the year before, we jet setted off to Broken Hill every holidays. 

So after a year,  excitement had reached an all time high, resulting in several children unable to sleep on the eve of a 4.30am wake up.  Unfortunately for me, one of which being the baby. So even though I had so many last minute things to do, I was sitting on the lounge holding an unsettled baby.  

Somehow things got done, although there was not much sleep for me, but hey! What's new with that! 

We made it to the secure car parking place with a few minutes to spare. And then had to wait as a childless couple rocked up late and had to load their luggage.  There may have been a quiet snide remark on my part.



Checking in 7 people isn't as lightning fast as you'd think. Seriously hah.  We then navigated security without too much hiccup and made it to the gate to board immediately. 

Melbourne airport brings waiting, boost juice, waiting, Krispy Kremes and a 4 year old who mistakes a water bubbler for a urinal. For real.  Luckily, yet also mortifyingly, I caught this case of mistaken identity before any damage could be done, or criminal charges laid.  Apart from my sanity of course, but we all know that's questionable already. 







Mildura airport saw a toilet emergency of another kind, slightly more serious and incredibly less funny at the time.  Unfortunately oldest son was bringing a Tasmanian gift of Gastro to the mainland.   One pair of undies down, and a scrubbing of the only pair of trackies we had access too (typically our bags had been checked through for us), and we could begin our 3 hour stint at the airport.

Baby, seeing all of the fun mummy was having with these incidents, thought he'd offer his own contribution.  Whilst talking to security I felt a warm moist sensation spreading across my stomach.  Oh good, your nappy leaked.  It was lucky we had started the day in Tasmania, and early, we could remove the wet layers and not be freezing. 





We arrived in Broken Hill at 3.10, it had been a long day! 


Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays). 


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