Needs must, when the devil vomits into your kettle

February 27, 2009 at 10:04 pm (Life can be hard sometimes)
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Never ever ask the Big Bloke Upstairs “what else could go wrong” because the bugger will show you.

So you know I’ve been a bit preoccupied with my mother-in-law finding out she had breast cancer and then a huge aortic aneurysm within the space of about 6 weeks.

This pretty much sucks the most out of things right now, but we did get a little kicker when the devil did indeed vomit into our kettle today:
My 6 year old darling girl fell off the flying fox at school and broke her humerus (big long bone at the top of your arm -  not humorous as in funny).  Its very very unfunny.

The first thing I said was ratfucksonofabitch (yes reader, my knowledge of interesting swear words is improving thanks to the awesome Kelley at Magneto Bold Too).

Then I refrained from swearing too loudly for the next 5 hours between finding her in the school health room in agony and sitting next to a girl who was violently throwing up (please God – I’m sorry about that “bugger” comment above – please don’t give her the spews as well), having the brain-dead secretary-come-”nurse”  fart about for 5 minutes before she’s let me sign her out, then driving to the GP around the corner (who at least were compassionate enough to tell us to go straight to the hospital because it would ultimately save us time), then getting to the hospital (half an hour away) even though every slow truck in Eastern Australia pulled out in front of me on the way there, then waiting for the triage nurse (thank goodness he had painkillers), then waiting for an x-ray and having my girl scream in agony the entire time (thank goodness the dude was waaay fast and good at his job), then waiting for the Dr, then waiting for him to talk to another Dr, then waiting for the first Dr to find the right bandages, then the right sling.

Poor kid was starving and thirsty but couldn’t have anything in case they needed to operate  (hopefully they won’t but we still need to see an orthopaedic surgeon next week).  She was so brave the whole time, the little trooper.

So Big Fella – I’m not going to ask you anything about other things that could happen.  I’m sure there are many many more things that could go wrong just now, but I don’t want to know, thanks all the same.

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First Day #2

January 28, 2009 at 1:58 pm (Joy, general mutterings)
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Hey my little man, it’s your first day at preschool today. The fantastic, loving learning place that your big sis went to.

You seem far more laid back about starting preschool than your sister …. but I wonder how you will feel when you wave us goodbye this morning and Mrs D and the lovely Ms C take care of you.

I know you’ve been desperate to go to this preschool since your sister went there.  The teachers have known you since you were very small.  I hear you talk excitedly about C&K.  You even excitedly told the people at your old kindy  that you were going to a “better” kindy this year.  I’m not sure what they made of that.

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After we dropped your sister at school, we drove to preschool and Mrs D cuddled you as you walked in the door.  Ms C couldn’t believe how much you’ve grown and she took you  to see the peacock that your sister made two years ago – he’s still proudly sitting in the garden even though some of his feathers have been ruffled.

You knew most of the girls in your class, but none of the boys.

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When you came home, you showed as a painting you’d done in blue and red.  It was a monster with a long neck.  He had big red eyes and a blue mouth and had eaten something that we could see in his tummy.

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Ms C wrote a poem for Mum and Dad.  It made me cry.

I’m sure she won’t mind if I reproduce it here:

My Precious One

Today I’ll walk my child to kindy for the first time,
Where he’ll make friends, sing, dance and play, maybe learn a little rhyme.

Part of me feels so happy to see him bravely walk away
The other feels so sad – almost as if her grew up in one day…

For all the years he’s been my companion, my joy and pride,
Not to mention the special nine months I carried him inside.

Day by day his life unfolds,he’s growing right before my eyes
In life it’s true that there are times we  must day our goodbyes.

Today is a big step, not just for my precious one
It’s also a big leap of  faith and trust for his Dad and Mum.

~Christine

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I love you my boy.  This is the start of a wonderful education.  Enjoy it.

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First Day

January 27, 2009 at 2:10 pm (Joy, Kids are funny, general mutterings)
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It’s your first day of Year 1 today.

You seems so small yet so grown up.

I could tell you were nervous about not knowing the kids in your class, not knowing your new teachers, not knowing what it was going to be like.

But you ate your breakfast quickly and jumped into your freshly-ironed-for-a-change uniform.  You even wore regulation socks and shoes even though you much prefer your purple boots.

We took your photo to remember how big you are today.  How small you really are at six.  You smiled your excited smile and pulled funny faces at the camera.

We took you to school and found your classroom.  But we couldn’t get in so we visited your Prep teachers who are just across the garden.  Mrs W gave you a cuddle and said how much you’ve grown since last year. She told you that Year 1 would be different to Prep. She said you’d love it.

We found a some of your friends from Prep and you were happy that you have a few familiar faces in your new class…. but not your best friend.  She will be in a different class this year, but you’ll still get to play together at lunchtime.

Then Mrs N and Mrs S opened up the door to your new classroom and you went straight inside, not waiting for Mum or Dad to follow.  We had to fight our way in, carrying your huge load of books.

You found your seat and excitedly unpacked your books.  You coloured in the Australian flag by checking the colours on the fake flag tattoo you proudly wore during yesterday’s Australia Day celebrations.

We kissed you goodbye and left you happily colouring in.  You were fine.  My heart was in my throat, even though its your second year at Big School and I should be used to this feeling by now.

It’s your first day of Year 1 today.

and you will love it.

See you at 3pm beautiful girl…. and you can tell me all about your day over a cup of milo and a celebratory lamington.

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Update:

You loved school today.

You had Mrs N, our old friend from playgroup.

You saw your bestie at lunchtime and you played your old games.

You made a new friend in the new, mixed-up class.

You earned lots of gold stars and were chosen as class leader for the week.

I’m so proud of you.

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