Poor little Bubble nose.

My beautiful peach is not very well with a viral infection and snot and red cheeks and all the rest. She's on drugs. She's used to drugs because of the arm thing and now we find we have to give her gallons to get the right reaction. And when she is sick , which is very rare I have to say, she is sick with her whole body.

She's very clingy to me and last night she actually fell asleep on me which is unheard of and really quite lovely. Then all night I was with her as she woke up then gabbled in dutch or something sim and fell asleep again. At one point she woke up and said Helicopter helicopter little puppy says woof woof Old Mcdonald had a farm - then snore snore she was asleep again. Then about two hours later she woke up, sat up and proclaimed Ayna go to the swimming pool. Then fell asleep again.

Bax is pretty good with Izzie infact it's pretty sweet. He recites all the things which I said to him last week when he was sick "You can't have a milo when you're not well Izzie" things like that. "You can't go for a swim when you're sick"

I call her silly little names and she gets so cross she says to me "Isabella BUBBLE nose" which is what she calls herself. And believe the bubbles coming out her nose reinforce the label!

She's such a lovely little person, so delightful and fun and funny and everyone enjoys her so much, I think we all feel a little sad when she's not happy. One friend said to me yesterday "She's even cute when she has stuff all over her face and smells like crap." Not poetry but you see the point.

Silly truck!

Yesterday this funny thing happened:

Out in the garden working hard, something went array and G muttered FUCK

Sharp as a tack Bax said "What did you say daddy?"

G: "I said Silly Truck!"

B: "No you didn't daddy"

G: "I did"

Changes the subject. A little later on, while painting...

G: "If you don't move away Bax I will flick paint on you"

Bax: "Daddy, if you flick paint on me I will say Fuck!"

Midnight prowler

I know we've been over this and over this but I have to tell you I still don't have an answer.

Izzie still won;t sleep through the night in her own bed and we are playing musical beds each night to accommodate her.

Not last night but the one before G had finally had enough so he camped out in her room to make sure she stayed in her bed.

All was quiet, he closed his eyes. A few minutes passed then tip toe tip toe tiptoe it's Izzie creeping towards the door (this is the little girl remember who creeps out so carefully she closes the door behind her so as not to wake anyone) G sits up, picks her up and puts her back into bed saying "Stay in your bed or the light goes off".

Five minutes of silence passes then tip toe tip toe tip toe. G gets up puts her back into bed and switches off her little lamp.

Five minutes later tip toe tip toe click...the light comes on.

G gets up switches off the light, switches it off at the wall, puts Izzie into bed and lies down again himself.

Five minutes of silence in the darkness then

Tip toe tip toe tip toe click click and the light comes on Izzie having switched it on at the wall and at the cord.

To cut a long story short-ish Izzie spent the night sleeping in Daddy's arms on the bedroom floor.

Happy Birthday Boy

Bax turned four this past weekend. Here are some photos. People sent amazing presents and we had a tiger cake which Nana made and Daddy decorated. At kindy yesterday they had a special morning tea with another cake. Johanna told a little story about how Baby Bax was up in heaven waiting to come down to earth on a rainbow to his mummy and daddy. I was at the morning tea so I heard the story but I asked him to tell it again at dinner so Nana could hear. He said "The baby angel was waiting in the heavens to come down and all the nappies were folded and ready and the baby bed was ready and the little baby asked the guardian angel is it time and the angel said yes and then the baby came down to his mummy and daddy." And I aksed him how the baby got to the Mummy and Daddy and Bax said "In a campervan" !!

It'll change I know but it's SWEET right now

Yeee gads I think His Baxship has a little cavity. Poo bar! So I said to Gerard could he jack up with the dental nurse at school to see both children. Mr Elephant ears in the back seat said "I want to go to the Dentist today"

Then we got chatting about Dentists and what they do. He wanted to know all about teeth and cavities and sugar . He said "Those jelly snakes have lots of sugar".

i told him about the little butterflys and bees the dental nurse will tie for him, and the water she will spray in his mouth and the little sink he will be allowed to spit into. "I can spit in my basin at home" he told me

Then this morning he asked again "Can I go to the dentist today?"

One day soon he'll be callling it the Murder House like we all do but in the mean time - isn't he sweet?!

Another little funny one: I bumped his head by accident while baking yesterday "Sorry Head" I said. Bax replied "Never mind says head"

Martian

I got home last night to find a martian in my house.

G had Bax a "rocket man" helmet and a space ship. What an excellent rainy day game.

You will need:
One green dixie (this is a plastic container a bit like an ice cream container)
Two red bendy straws
One large sturdy cardboard box
A black felt pen
Scissors
Tape

Cut two eye holes in the dixie and draw stars, rockets and moons all over it. Make two small holes in the bottom of the dixie and poke one straw into each hole, bend the ends. This is your helmet. To make the rocket, cut away one side of the box. Cut a flap in another side and a round hole in the top. Cut two small holes for the arms, one on each of the remaining complete sides (are you still with me?). Cut two large right angle triangles and fasten them on these same sides, at the bottom.

Now. Bax puts on the helmet, then burrows into the box through the flap. Soon his head pops out the top. Then an arm comes flying out of each arm hole. Then he waddles around the house with his arms in the air saying ZOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

Night time secrets

I have a dark secret (because it happens at night) and it's worse that sneaking chocolate and lollies from the kids' stash in the pantry. Sometimes when Izzie wakes up in the night I get her up with me and we go on adventures.

I put her on my back and wrap a blanket around her like I'm a big African mama. She hangs there chimp like with just her head sticking out and her arms holding my shoulders. And a big grin. She loves it!

We go out into the Otane streets and walk the dogs around the block. She chats to me and sings. Instead of "I want a.." she says "Ayna..." "Ayna dink o water" She says and we sneak into the kitchen.

I put her on the bench and pour the drinks. We swallow cool water in the dark room. And it's very quiet with everyone else asleep.

After a little while she whispers: "Ayna Pop" And we go and find her dummy. Then "Ayna sleep mummy" and I put her back to bed.

Shhhh don't tell anyone about our secret wanderings.