It would appear

that it is getting further and further apart, the time between my entries.

It has been another busy busy week. Not all good, but not all bad.

Lil mini dude ended up in emergency the other night because his breathing got so bad. Bronchiolitis is a mongrel, that's all I'll say. So we changed the paed review to earlier, and he confirmed it was another case of bronchiolitis on top of the case he never quite got rid of. Poor little man.

And Tabitha had review with the fracture clinic 2 weeks after the plaster was put on. Apparently the break was too severe for that type of plaster so they had to remove that cast and put on a full leg cast up to her bum. I asked them to sedate her. They said no because they would have to admit her, put in a line, etc etc and often it is more distressing. So I said to them that's fine but you have been warned. I think I was more than fair.

So when we arrived at the plaster room, just down the hallway, and the screaming started (mind you that was before she even went in) I wasn't surprised. She was overdue for a nap, we had been waiting over an hour to see the doctor, she was hungry, and just generally miserable. And then they wanted to go at her plastered leg with a saw. It was never going to go well.

So she screamed. A lot. And I was holding her and trying to reassure her as the student plaster chick watched on and Mr In Charge plaster man tried to get the cast off. And in rolled another plaster person (he wasn't actually made of plaster, but he was a plasterer too, not a wall plasterer, a leg and arm and stuff one, you know what I mean). Anyway, he rocked in and attempted to help by holding her other leg. Big mistake. It would appear that the more people attempted to satiate her the stronger she fought and the louder she became. And the thrashing, let's not even go there.

So that cast came off and he started getting the next one ready. And the screaming commenced. And he was silly enough to say "she'll get tired of it soon". I simply replied "You'd think that wouldn't you?".

And after two or three more minutes another passing nurse (male) walked in and attempted to help, with Mr In Charge plaster man almost diving to prevent him touching Tabitha's other leg for fear the thrashing would recommence. And they started wrapping with the blue stuff, more screaming, yet another person came in. It was quite amazing, just how many people ended up in that small room. Oh, and I should mention that Lexi did not feel the need to stay outside with nana and Angus, no, she wanted to be with us. So she was wandering around in between grown up legs and tables and machinery. Fun times, fun times.

The plaster made it on to her leg, all the way up. And Mr In Charge plaster man says "If the doctor doesn't like the job I've done, tell him he can do it himself". There you go. I warned them. I wasn't unhappy with the job he did, I just think it was less "neat" than he was used to. Bit of a perfectionist perhaps.

Then we had to get it xrayed. That was fun too. One 22 month old requires three adults to remain still for a leg xray in case you wondered.

I'm sure there have been quite a few other things happen but to be perfectly honest with you I have absolutely no idea what they are. I have been intermittently (between hospital appointments and unscheduled visits) trying to get three essays done, none of which are small, and all of which are worth 60% each of my course mark for that subject.

Last night I managed to finally get to sleep at around 3.30 only to have Angus wake up not even an hour later, and Tabitha again. She had an horrific night. I am sure it wouldn't be comfortable with that plaster on.

Anyway, now everyone is asleep, I'm on here feeling bad that I haven't written for such a long time and feeling even worse that what used to be such a light hearted look at the antics of my kids has more become an agenda of hospital and doctor visits!!

They still make me laugh though, on a regular basis, and that's what makes it all okay. Mini dude now has four teeth - the bottom middle two and two random side ones up the top. And he claps. And can pull himself up to standing. It is astounding how fast they grow.

And the girls, well, they are characters as per usual.

Hopefully next time I write will not be so far in the future and will hold some of the little gems that I used to love to share. For now, while the world sleeps I will try and do some study. Today I think it will be sports law. Just cos.

Apparently

the acceptable time frame is approximately one hour and thirty-two minutes.

She said sorry.

I stuck to my guns.

And god was it hard.

How long does it take

for a child to give in and say sorry to her sister after clocking her with the box the blocks came in....

Well, so far it has been an hour and 6 minutes.

I'll keep you updated.

Just a quick visual

to start the day....

The kids all got up very early. Lexi hopped into bed with me at around 4.30am, and Angus woke up at about 10 to 5. The three of us got up to the dulcet tones of Tabitha squawking and everyone was in the lounge by just before 5. Early morning.

Tabitha took a while to calm down, as per usual, and was doing the usual "uuuh uuuuh uuuuuuuh" she does when she's too lazy to speak but wants me to pick her up. So I did, Angus rolled around on the floor with some toys and Lexi went over to her toy kitchen.

Little sounds as she got some pots together and a few little utensils, popped onto the kitchen and then it started....the singing......

"Happy booooooorthday to Leeeeexi. Happy boooooorthday to Lexi." She was making her birthday cake and singing herself a birthday tune. As you do. Have never met a child more obsessed with her birthday. And Tabitha crawled up in the background, grabbed some pots and started to make a strawberry. Again, as you do.

Today is a reminder. A reminder that we aren't here for a long time and we never quite know when that time is up. For we are going to a family member's funeral who was tragically taken at the age of 53 after suffering a massive heart attack while sitting calmly watching tv last week.

Whilst the passing of a friend or family member is tragic, it gets the family and friend network together. What is also tragic is that it takes the passing of a family member or friend for this to occur. So don't wait until then. Make time. Go out of your way. Accept invitations, even if you may be tired, or have to lug a child with a broken leg along. For you never know if this may be the last time you may see someone. Morbid? Possibly. Although not intended that way. Life does go on, even after death. Just take every opportunity you can and use it. Live it. Enjoy it. And cherish those memories.

Life is so very fragile. Don't take it for granted.

Ah what a week

I did actually try and post a few nights ago but blogger didn't let me for some strange reason. Wouldn't even let me sign in to my own blog! How's that for a sign?

Anyway, mini chick has a broken leg. A spiral fracture of the tibia. Poor little darling. So she has been in plaster for the last week. And I must say she is doing remarkably well all things considered for it can't be comfortable. Mini me is having a little bit of trouble with it though. The way she sees it mini chick is just getting lots more cuddles than she is, as I have to carry her most places due to her inability to walk. She did stand for a short period this morning but that's as far as the weight bearing has come. So I have one child very clingy for the obvious reason of diminished mobility and one other child very clingy for the reason of jealousy, and one other child very whingy because of teeth. Ah yes. Teeth. And eczema. Poor mini dude has had a bit of a rough trot with that. And he also has bilateral bronchiolitis which doesn't seem to be clearing up as quickly as I had hoped, so we have another review with the paed in a month or so and if he's still struggling then they'll start roiding him up. As you do.

Not much else has happened really. I have received marks for the three essays I did and I was quite disappointed with the results. That said I did have a lot on at the time, and I am notoriously hard on myself as well as being and unashamed perfectionist so I guess that isn't really all that surprising.

I'm currently working on the next three essays, all of which are due in around 2 weeks. So it's head down bum up and hopefully get them done on time and to a high standard. I know I can get them done, just want to make sure the standard is high enough.

I'll leave you with Angus's latest word. Dog. While looking at our dog Jake. Remind me to post a photo of him next time.....he's incredibly cute. The dog, and Angus.

I'm not

avoiding you. Truly. I know you're here. Whoever you are.

It's been another of those bastard weeks. When you go in to see your child when she wakes from a nap and she has blood coming out of her ear you worry. Burst eardrum. Double ear infection.

Lots of long nights.

Today back at daycare, just before leaving, standing on lounge room floor, nothing in sight, turns one way, ankle rolls another. And apparently it could be broken, xrays in the morning.

So I'm not neglecting you, all out there in cyberland, I'm just tending to the ever growing needs of my munchkins. Perhaps they will all be better from everything soon and I can get back into routine. Who knows. Till then though they are my top priority. Always will be. So if I'm scarce, don't take it personally, I'm just tending to the flock.

And so like the good shepherd I am, I'll get the flock out of here. Until next time. Hopefully less of a break than the last.

It happened.

Well, sort of. Last night the kids all went to bed at normal time, around 7ish. Mini dude had gone to bed a little earlier than this though. He was up again at 8.45 or so for a bottle, then again at 11.10pm. I did dream nappy change for Tabitha around 10ish.

EVERYONE slept until 5am. Everyone. Me included. I got 5 1/2 hours sleep IN A ROW!!!!!!!!!

And I have woken up this morning feeling like a new person. I was smiling, almost jovial, whereas usually I'm "get the hell away from me until I've had my coffee" kind of mood.

Such a small thing. 5 1/2 hours. In a row. I remember the days when if I got 5 1/2 hours I would be wrecked. Nope. I'm buzzed. Absolutely buzzed.

And so tonight I am going to repeat everything EXACTLY how I did it last night and see if it works again. Oooooh I am sooooo so hopeful. Cross everything for me!!!!