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Archive for December 22, 2007

A Bit of Bling.

Dawn over at Kaiser Alex.com is starting a new theme for Saturdays. Her first ask is that we design some bling to pimp our blogs and promote ‘Showin’ off on Saturdays’.

It sounded like fun and with my house clean, presents wrapped and children all sitting quietly watching Hi5, I thought I would give it a go.

So here it is, my first ever attempt at bloggy bling!

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What do you think? You should give it a go! It was fun.

When I offered him a lap dance, I didn’t mean that.

My lap top is fixed! Fried in an electrical storm, I thought I had lost my constant friend and companion for good but my wonderful husband retrieved the memory and had it repaired under warranty.

Today he is restoring said memory and I offered him a lap dance.

 I meant a dance holding my laptop.

He didn’t see the humour in that though and has stalked away, feeling neglected.

Can anyone say Awwwwwww?

That’s what I am…

Early this morning, I was lying on the lounge having a snuggle with Noah. He has been feeling a little left out of late. A sweet moment between mother and son.

Until Ivy came storming into the room and smacked Noah square on the head…

“Ge orff, No – No”, she screeched, trying to pull Noah from my lap ”ge orff my bed“!

So, that’s how my daughter sees me.

Enough said.

In his defence…

I spoke to the paed about Ivy. Every. Single. Blood test NORMAL. Which leaves us with nothing. No diagnosis to hold on to, nothing to explain why she is so sick. Zip, nada, zilch.

I asked him why he had walked straight past us. Bagged him out, in fact.

He was on his way to the hospital to tell some parents that there was no hope for their baby and that they needed to switch off life support.

Don’t I feel like a heel.

I know what that is like. Have been on both sides of the fence. It’s hard.

So I can’t be cross.

In the same conversation I told him how we were unable to see him until late January, that his receptionist felt there was no hope of getting an urgent appointment until the next milenium. I told him Ivy had lost a kilo.

We’re seeing him on the 7th.

This morning, after a really rough night, Ivy’s ear started discharging… again. *SIGH*

Merry Christmas little girl, for your trouble, have otitis media.

She has slept the day away in the carrier, while I have shopped my wallet out.

Please let her be well for Christmas day, please let her be well for Christmas day, please let her be well for Christmas day…