Like Father, Like Son. Almost.
by‘You just can’t beat those genetics!’ the message from a friend of mine read. She was referring to an incident I’d rather hoped she’d forgotten about.
BIG family life
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
Adieu, Adieu, to I and C and U
byNo one wants to take credit for the medical miracle which is lying beside me in her hospital bed while I type this. A bed, I should point out, which is no longer in ICU.
Pick Of The Day
byNot sure if having guests around makes my kids more gross than usual, or if I just notice it more when there’s an audience.
Clearing The Air
bySometimes the best news is the last thing you’d expect.
Run Around Like A Blue Arsed Fly
byIn your own home you know what’s what. You’re familiar with your surroundings. You know how things work. You know just looking at a cupboard or draw what’s inside.
You know, by way of example, where the spare rolls of toilet paper are kept.
Meanwhile Back At Home…
byRallying to the call, my darling sister, Kerri, was on a plane from Cairns just as soon as she could manage to help babysit our five littlies to free me up so I could sit with Tracey. She’s ready to leave now.
Appreciating The Small Things
byI’m not convinced my Mother-In-Law will be talking to me tomorrow.
Rooky Mistake
byWithout Tracey’s guidance I’ve already reverted to making roomy mistakes parenting the kids….
It’s a Sign!
byThere’s still a few turns of the dance floor in Tracey’s ICU Cha Cha, but the main thing is she’s still on her feet.
Speechless
byI keep talking to Tracey as she lies sprawled out on her ICU bed and she, poor poppet, still has a tube in her mouth so she’s unable to communicate outside of nodding, shaking her head, eye rolling and wiggling her cute little eyebrows.
The Gutless Wonder
byThe same surgeon who earlier in the week had to deliver us the news that given what he was seeing in her stomach he didn’t think Tracey was going to make it called us in for another meeting today. We love this man.
Light The Way Home
byI’m too scared to be optimistic. That hasn’t really worked for me so far.
This Is It
byGiven all that’s been happening recently, I’ve had some exceptionally bad days. But nothing like this.
This Can’t Be Happening
byI wish I had better news.
Some Comic Relief
byThere will be some news on Tracey tomorrow after tonight’s procedure. Meanwhile, I’d hate for anyone to think when shit is going down I can’t still stuff up in a totally embarrassing manner….