Well no, I didn’t. But I almost did!

Today Tim answered the phone and came to get me, telling me it was the hospital payroll department. I worked here at the hospital that Jaxon was born at in the year before Jaxon was born. That of course, was more than three years ago, so it was a little odd for them to be contacting me.

So apparently they weren’t quite paying me the correct penalty rate’s for working shifts that started before 5.30am and for shifts that went past 6pm. So they’re correcting it all and we’re getting a nice little cheque for the money they owe me in the mail.

I just put Tim’s Christmas present on lay-buy (today)…this will come in handy!

This is such a silly post. When Tim and I first got married, the first thing we did was open up a joint bank account. The bank we joined was great at the time. There were several branch’s available to us. When we moved to where we are now, we had to drive an hour to get to the actual branch. If we needed to go in to them and get something done we had to rush after work to get there on time. Normally that meant being locked in the bank after hours because we’d make it with just a few minutes to spare.

They DID have a small “in shop” branch here. But it was pretty useless. All they did was collect the thing’s we needed to deposit or withdraw and sent them to the other branch. Their usual job was selling computer software, so they had no idea how to do other things.

A few weeks ago we got sent a letter telling us they were closing that little branch. So now if we wanted cash out it would cost us $1.50 per transaction. It so happened that the day we got the letter was also the day Tim went to a different bank for his motor bike CTP insurance. It was then that he found out they had a better deal on term deposits, and ours was opening up soon so we decided we should switch banks.

It’s not a big deal. Switching banks. It was a lot of messing around but it’s really no big deal. When I called our “old” bank to tell them that we’d have to close all of our accounts the lady was very apologetic. She understood why we were doing it. As I was about to say good bye to her, I all of a sudden felt very sad. I felt like I was breaking up with a boyfriend. Or that one of us had to move on and leave the other behind. I said “It’s been good” and held back tears. TEARS! I was choking up saying good bye to a lady that I barely ever saw who worked at a bank that we rarely went in to.

We’re coming up on our five year anniversary, so we’ve been with them for five years. Of course, it has nothing to do with the bank itself. It’s more a symbolic thing. It was the first thing Tim and I did as a married couple. (see why I said number plates weren’t a silly thing to get nostalgic about Kelly? I cried over a bank!)

For the first time in 6 years, Tim and I have run out of toilet paper.

(I know, hard to get your head around, but it’s really TRUE!)

Generally I LOVE Australia. I wouldn’t chose to live anywhere else in the world. But when it comes to money, right now we’re getting screwed and it’s NOT FAIR!

At my last check, American’s are paying $4 per gallon of petrol. If I convert gallon’s in to liter’s (3.79 liter’s per gallon) they’re paying a little over $1.05 per liter, while we’re paying over $1.50 per liter. I’ve known about this for a while, and I’m ok with it. Really. I am.

Just recently I saw a thing called “yourbabycanread.com” on one of our morning TV shows. That’s a link to the video testimonies from parent’s of babies as young as 11 months old reading. Not just reading one word here or there, but reading entire books. Kids spelling out their own names and other words with the magnetic letter’s you have on your fridge. It’s amazing to watch and see and I want that for Jaxon.

I found the program I wanted and went through the steps to purchase it, in lieu of Christmas presents. I have, or had, dyslexia (thanks to spell check, you don’t know I spelt that wrong) and it took me years to learn how to read (I was 12), so this will be more valuable to Jaxon than any toy we could buy him.

The section where I put what country I live in for delivery did not have a selection for Australia. I emailed and inquired. I even got a bit bitchy at them for advertising here in Australia if they do not sell their product to Australia. It turns out they do, they do have an Australian sister site. But here’s the kicker. For the program that I wanted to buy off the American site, valued at $79.95, here in Australia I would be charged $140.95

WHAT?? How is that right? Someone mentioned it being the exchange rates. But at todays going rate, $79.95 converts to $82.98. How is this fair? Why can’t I get something for my child at the same price?

It’s simply not fair.

If you do not like my blog, do not read my blog. Simple.

At 3.15am this morning Jaxon woke up crying. I don’t mind when he does this (too much) and I willingly get up and sort out his baby issues. Really, I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.

What does bother me is when I get back in to bed after sorting out his baby issues…getting warm and cozy again, and Jaxon waking up again. And what gets me even more is when it happens two or three time’s in a row. Waiting five minutes in the cold to make sure he’s gotten over his baby issues just isn’t an option at 3am in the morning (today was -2 degree’s Celsius) so I just have to go back to bed.

And what annoys me even more is when he wake’s up with his baby issues and I faithfully get out of bed (once again), get dressed and start heading towards his bedroom…and he sort’s out his issues all by himself…just as a reach out for the door handle. I undress, get back in bed and he starts up again!

So this morning I decided I’d had enough of getting up and down and up and down (5 times) (REALLY, I don’t mind) and just got Jaxon up. I laid on the couch with him and he went back to sleep on my chest. He was unsettled, those baby issues keep me awake too (they really do) and every time he woke up he’d do something totally cute and adorable so I’d have to forgive him for being a pain in the ass.

The first time he woke up he calmly took his dummy out of his mouth and tried to shove it in to mine. It must have been the way I was breathing or something, but he thought I needed it more than him. When I finally convinced him that “No, seriously…I do not want or need your dummy” he went back to sleep.

The second time he woke up he lovingly reached out and stuck his finger up my nose. Just to make sure that I hadn’t gone to sleep. Once he was convinced that I was still awake (the warm breath and spluttering nose was a dead give away) he went back to sleep once again.

The third time he woke up Jaxon decided that he was too warm to be touched by the blanket that covered me. He was wearing a nice warm sleep sack after all, and he didn’t want US overheating. So he purposely sat up and threw the woolen blanket I had covering me (and not him) on the floor. Then laid back down and went back to sleep. Oblivious to his mother’s chattering teeth and shivering body.

Nice.

Have I mentioned that it doesn’t bother me when Jaxon wake’s up at odd hours of the night for reason’s that only he understands? If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading back to bed again. It’s half an hour since he went down calmly (after a bottle) and if he wakes up five minutes from now…he’s going to a baby psychiatrist!

So a few days ago a man and woman in Brisbane got charged with torture and murder after their 18 month old twins were found decomposing in their cot. They’d been there for 9 days and they were found by their 11 year old sister.

Aside from the very obvious reasons that this would piss me off there is another reason.

Since the day Jaxon was born I’ve had the health nurses, doctor’s, paediatrican’s and even my physio on my back about Jaxon’s weight. I’ve had stranger’s on the street confronting me about Jaxon being so small. How much do you feed him? What does he eat…couldn’t you give him more? It goes on and on and is still happening.

So my question is…where were they all when these twins needed them? Where were the concerned people in the frozen section of SafeWay telling that mother she wasn’t feeding HER kids enough. Where was the doctor or health nurse looking down their nose at her and telling her they’re “concerned”?? How does something like this happen?

PARENT’s will play!

That’s right. Jaxon is gone for the night. He’s in the very capable hands of his Nanny and Poppy. They’ve threatened to give him red wine and chuppa chups and bertie beetle’s and mar’s bars but WE DON’T CARE!!! It’s not often we get a baby free night so do what you like! Just make sure you hold Jaxon’s hair back if he throws up ok???

So Tim and I feel like teenager’s again. We’ve been running around the house naked, pouring booze all over our bodies and setting them alight. SCREAMING and playing really loud music…I think the cop’s might have been at the door too but I was too drunk to get there in time!

I thought I should just let all you blogger’s know, I’m drunk for the first time in years! That’s about all the energy I can muster up right now, I’m going to have another quick f%ck!

Mummy says (to Jaxon) : Why are you farting so much today?

Daddy says (for Jaxon) : Just trying to fit in Mum!

Tonight I was given strict instruction’s by Tim to leave him out of my blog’s. This is because I threatened to tell you all that he laughed at something he saw on Neighbours.

But I just can’t do it. He is a part of my life that I can’t just leave out because he’s shy and doesn’t want the world to know he secretly watches Neighbours.

So I thought I’d come here with a little story to show you why I love him so much. It’s because he makes life fun. Everything, even the serious stuff, can be turned in to something to smile or laugh about. I like that.

So tonight I went down the street to get cheese for dinner, which Tim was cooking. When I got back I parked the car and noticed an Esky sitting in the car seat in the back seat. It’s exactly like our’s, except that I know for a fact that our’s is now a “Jaxon toy” and is sitting in the hall way at home.

I asked Tim when I got inside how we got an esky in the baby seat and he said (instead of telling me the truth, that it’s a friends) “It started out as an ice pack”

Now I happen to think this was really funny. For those of you that are not familiar with the term “Esky” it is more commonly known as an “ice box”

Tonight I was given strict instruction’s by Tim to leave him out of my blog’s. This is because I threatened to tell you all that he laughed at something he saw on Neighbours.

But I just can’t do it. He is a part of my life that I can’t just leave out because he’s shy and doesn’t want the world to know he secretly watches Neighbours.

So I thought I’d come here with a little story to show you why I love him so much. It’s because he makes life fun. Everything, even the serious stuff, can be turned in to something to smile or laugh about. I like that.

So tonight I went down the street to get cheese for dinner, which Tim was cooking. When I got back I parked the car and noticed an Esky sitting in the car seat in the back seat. It’s exactly like our’s, except that I know for a fact that our’s is now a “Jaxon toy” and is sitting in the hall way at home.

I asked Tim when I got inside how we got an esky in the baby seat and he said (instead of telling me the truth, that it’s a friends) “It started out as an ice pack”

Now I happen to think this was really funny. For those of you that are not familiar with the term “Esky” it is more commonly known as an “ice box”

Just a quick thought.

One year and one day ago I admitted myself to hospital for PND. The 24th of April.

Yesterday, also the 24th of April, we found out about Jaxon’s neck.

Perhaps my next child will be born on the 24th of April 2009???

No. Not the half vertebrae. Let me explain.

When I clean the bathroom, you can bet your bottom dollar that Tim will shave on that day.

If I clean the sheets on the bed I know that it’s just a matter of hours before Tim wants to get down and dirty in them.

If I do the dishes, he’ll make himself a messy snack.

And if I change Jaxon’s nappy, you can bet your bottom dollar that two minutes later he’ll be grunting and pushing out a poo!

Enough said right?

Jaxon must have got that from Tim. (LOVE YOU TIM )

No. Not the half vertebrae. Let me explain.

When I clean the bathroom, you can bet your bottom dollar that Tim will shave on that day.

If I clean the sheets on the bed I know that it’s just a matter of hours before Tim wants to get down and dirty in them.

If I do the dishes, he’ll make himself a messy snack.

And if I change Jaxon’s nappy, you can bet your bottom dollar that two minutes later he’ll be grunting and pushing out a poo!

Enough said right?

Jaxon must have got that from Tim. (LOVE YOU TIM )

^^^ TEETH ^^^

I just have to keep reminding myself that Jaxon will be ok with this. It’s not like he wont be able to walk or talk or be the smartest boy in school. He may or may not get teased, something I don’t wish on any child. But he WILL be ok even if that happens.

As I’ve said in quite a few of my posts here, Dude just LOVES Jaxon. He follow’s him everywhere. Especially if take Jaxon in to his room for a bum change. He’s good about going in to the room but he’s bad about coming out of it. When I call him to leave (if I don’t shut Jaxon’s door he goes in there and keeps slamming it) he come’s to play with the carpet that moves as the door shuts.

So sometime’s Dude get’s locked in Jaxon’s room for a while. This happened yesterday. Because we’re really busy at the moment we forgot about him for 4 hours!! Tim, Jaxon and I were sitting here minding our own business when we hear some really odd noises coming from in Jaxon’s room. It sounded like someone emptying a big bag of plastic bottles.

We looked back at Jaxon’s room and there is Dude, climbing the door up to the little opening ABOVE it to tell us he’s in there!

That’s me holding Jaxon up above my head to say G’Day, he’s not THAT tall!

To start this entry, I first must tell you that I am not easily spooked. I grew up watching Freddy and the Candy Man. I LOVED horror movies. I played “Murder in the Dark” with my best friends, in the dark. I’ve been bush walking AT NIGHT time, without a torch. Last month I was reading a book about serial killer’s, just before bed time. And last year my friend and I laughed so hard we pee’d our pant’s because a horror movie we were watching made both of our husbands jump…one of them even swearing! To really sum it all up, let’s just say I’m a hard ass biotch.

This week we’ve been introduced to some pretty freaky clips on YOUTUBE. Clips that have completely changed the way I feel in the dark. I was really OK with what we saw last night, until my friend, who shall remain unnamed because she is a grown woman scared of the dark…said “I am not scared OF the dark, I am scared of what’s IN the dark”

That made a lot of sense to me. I’m terrified of swimming in the ocean when I can’t see the bottom. Not that I am scared of the ocean, I am scared of what’s IN the ocean. The stuff I can’t see, that my mind kindly makes up for me.

So last night we came home and put Jaxon to bed. While I was on the toilet…ahhhhhhh shit…I’m sorry. I had to say that. I WAS on the toilet and the toilet happens to be in the room next to Jaxon’s room.

So as I was saying. I was on the toilet and I heard a bang in Jaxon’s room. I REALLY did hear it, I am sure. And so did Jaxon, because he woke up screaming his head off.

So we calmed him down and got him to go back to sleep and went to bed ourselves. We now have a baby monitor since his room is much further away from ours and we couldn’t hear him until he got to “melting point” Through the monitor we could hear “tapping” like his blinds were banging on the wall…except the window was closed and no breeze was about. Jaxon once again woke up and we gave up trying. I brought him up to sit with Daddy and I in bed while he was awake and still we heard bumping noises in his room.

At this point, Tim doesn’t know how freaked out I am. He sends me down there ALONE to put Jaxon back to sleep. And the lights were off. And I WAS SCARED!

Needless to say, that baseball bat that we somehow acquired way back when we first met (who plays baseball anyway?) is now in the bedroom next to my bed. And I’ve made Tim install a lock on the back door…not only because of the freaky alien clips and scary shit we’ve been watching but because a new friend of mine once woke up to noises and found a drunk man hiding under her 3 month old’s cot while they all slept!

So here are the clips I am referring to. YOU can watch them and then leave comments blaming me for you being scared of the dark too!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuMCkMe1JOU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnH9OJP6FTk

This next one is actually pretty cool…try and figure it out, because we couldn’t see a way that it could happen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSLBtm__aKw

Watch this one closely, so you get MY full experience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz1W_omigwg&feature=related

But now, I am sad to say…I must go to bed. Because Tim just went to bed and left me in a freakin dark room!!!

To start this entry, I first must tell you that I am not easily spooked. I grew up watching Freddy and the Candy Man. I LOVED horror movies. I played “Murder in the Dark” with my best friends, in the dark. I’ve been bush walking AT NIGHT time, without a torch. Last month I was reading a book about serial killer’s, just before bed time. And last year my friend and I laughed so hard we pee’d our pant’s because a horror movie we were watching made both of our husbands jump…one of them even swearing! To really sum it all up, let’s just say I’m a hard ass biotch.

This week we’ve been introduced to some pretty freaky clips on YOUTUBE. Clips that have completely changed the way I feel in the dark. I was really OK with what we saw last night, until my friend, who shall remain unnamed because she is a grown woman scared of the dark…said “I am not scared OF the dark, I am scared of what’s IN the dark”

That made a lot of sense to me. I’m terrified of swimming in the ocean when I can’t see the bottom. Not that I am scared of the ocean, I am scared of what’s IN the ocean. The stuff I can’t see, that my mind kindly makes up for me.

So last night we came home and put Jaxon to bed. While I was on the toilet…ahhhhhhh shit…I’m sorry. I had to say that. I WAS on the toilet and the toilet happens to be in the room next to Jaxon’s room.

So as I was saying. I was on the toilet and I heard a bang in Jaxon’s room. I REALLY did hear it, I am sure. And so did Jaxon, because he woke up screaming his head off.

So we calmed him down and got him to go back to sleep and went to bed ourselves. We now have a baby monitor since his room is much further away from ours and we couldn’t hear him until he got to “melting point” Through the monitor we could hear “tapping” like his blinds were banging on the wall…except the window was closed and no breeze was about. Jaxon once again woke up and we gave up trying. I brought him up to sit with Daddy and I in bed while he was awake and still we heard bumping noises in his room.

At this point, Tim doesn’t know how freaked out I am. He sends me down there ALONE to put Jaxon back to sleep. And the lights were off. And I WAS SCARED!

Needless to say, that baseball bat that we somehow acquired way back when we first met (who plays baseball anyway?) is now in the bedroom next to my bed. And I’ve made Tim install a lock on the back door…not only because of the freaky alien clips and scary shit we’ve been watching but because a new friend of mine once woke up to noises and found a drunk man hiding under her 3 month old’s cot while they all slept!

So here are the clips I am referring to. YOU can watch them and then leave comments blaming me for you being scared of the dark too!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuMCkMe1JOU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnH9OJP6FTk

This next one is actually pretty cool…try and figure it out, because we couldn’t see a way that it could happen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSLBtm__aKw

Watch this one closely, so you get MY full experience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz1W_omigwg&feature=related

But now, I am sad to say…I must go to bed. Because Tim just went to bed and left me in a freakin dark room!!!

STEP ONE: Recognition

In less than two months we expect Jaxon will be enrolled in day care for two days a week.

At first, this excited me. YAY! Me time I would say. A time when I could vacuum the entire house all in one big hit, and not have to worry about Jaxon crying in his cot for the noise, or chasing the vacuum cleaner screaming at it to not eat me. A time when I could just be me again, and perhaps find a part of me that is gone for the moment. The part of me that KNOWS how to spend some time alone.

But then it hit me that this would mean Jaxon was in the care of other people. That he would be one of many children needing attention. And that he might not always be the child getting attention.

Not that I give him 100% of my time or attention during the day, there is always house work that can’t be left for another day. But he get’s all of me when we’re together and playing. If he’s upset I’m on it, if he’s hungry I’m on it. If he is smiling and laughing and having a good time, I’m there and I see it.

I just didn’t think I would be one of those “My baby is growing up” kind of mother’s you know? I thought I was looking forward to it (I’m sure some part of me really is) but I am dreading the day when I have to walk in to a strange building and leave Jaxon with strange people and then WALK AWAY.

What is todays recognition, I hear you all screaming at your screens???

There are going to be TEARS! I know they’re going to be in my throat as I walk in the door, and in my eyes when I walk out. Sadly, Jaxon is stuck in that lovely “Mum? what Mum?” stage and I doubt he’ll notice I am gone for quite a few hours.

I DO look forward to that smile I hear other working Mum’s talk about. And the hug! I can’t wait for the hug! Oh look, I’m confusing myself. I don’t know if I want this next couple of months to go by quickly so I can get some me time, or if I want it to drag on so I can enjoy the time I have with Jaxon all to myself. Before he goes to highschool.

I need a hug!

STEP ONE: Recognition

In less than two months we expect Jaxon will be enrolled in day care for two days a week.

At first, this excited me. YAY! Me time I would say. A time when I could vacuum the entire house all in one big hit, and not have to worry about Jaxon crying in his cot for the noise, or chasing the vacuum cleaner screaming at it to not eat me. A time when I could just be me again, and perhaps find a part of me that is gone for the moment. The part of me that KNOWS how to spend some time alone.

But then it hit me that this would mean Jaxon was in the care of other people. That he would be one of many children needing attention. And that he might not always be the child getting attention.

Not that I give him 100% of my time or attention during the day, there is always house work that can’t be left for another day. But he get’s all of me when we’re together and playing. If he’s upset I’m on it, if he’s hungry I’m on it. If he is smiling and laughing and having a good time, I’m there and I see it.

I just didn’t think I would be one of those “My baby is growing up” kind of mother’s you know? I thought I was looking forward to it (I’m sure some part of me really is) but I am dreading the day when I have to walk in to a strange building and leave Jaxon with strange people and then WALK AWAY.

What is todays recognition, I hear you all screaming at your screens???

There are going to be TEARS! I know they’re going to be in my throat as I walk in the door, and in my eyes when I walk out. Sadly, Jaxon is stuck in that lovely “Mum? what Mum?” stage and I doubt he’ll notice I am gone for quite a few hours.

I DO look forward to that smile I hear other working Mum’s talk about. And the hug! I can’t wait for the hug! Oh look, I’m confusing myself. I don’t know if I want this next couple of months to go by quickly so I can get some me time, or if I want it to drag on so I can enjoy the time I have with Jaxon all to myself. Before he goes to highschool.

I need a hug!

A very good friend just told me that it’s been increased to 12,000 steps a day.

What do they think I am? Super Mum???

I went to the Reject shop today and bought myself a $2 step counter. You know the one’s that you put on your belt and it tells you how many steps you’ve walked??

I put it on just before cooking dinner and it was on through doing dishes, feeding Jaxon and all sorts of other mundane house wifey things. All up, for two hours…800 steps. Not bad right?

Until Tim opened his big mouth and informed me that in order to lose weight, one must walk TEN THOUSAND steps per day.

So I solved this problem. I gave the step counter to Jaxon. He shook the hell out of it and before long I had successfully done 10,000 steps.

I’ll lose weight in not time! EASY!

It seems like I do a lot of bitching around here. It could be true.

I’d just like to take this opportunity to say that a very special little boy and his mother made me see something very important. They’ve made me see that no matter how many physio appointment’s I have to go to, no matter how many days and hour’s I have to put Jaxon’s shoes on, no matter how many nights he stays up crying because of his non existant teeth and no matter how many time’s he refuses to eat my food…that I am still one very VERY lucky Mumma to have him.

None of that stuff matters. The stuff that annoy’s and upsets me. Because Jaxon is alive and is going to be here tomorrow, bung arm, crooked neck, club foot and all. I can not express how deeply I have been affected by Joshua and his mother. I feel like the luckiest person in the world simply because Jaxon is here and is crying and is having phsyio. They have shown me that no matter what, I am lucky. I am so lucky.

It doesn’t seem the right thing to thank them. But if I could and I could justify it, I would. Perhaps I could just say thank you, for sharing your journey with me no matter how painful it was. Thank you for your honesty and for letting me see your pain and your strength. Thank you for showing me that what I go through as a mother on a daily basis is all very simple and short lasting.

Thank you for opening my very closed eyes. And thank you for opening up my heart to the very special little man that I was sometime’s looking past because of the way his life was affecting me.

Most importantly, thank you for giving me my son.

You can read Joshua’s and Susie’s story here.

http://mnssams.blogspot.com/

When I tell people that I am teaching myself how to make things from glass more often than not the first thing they say is “Oh I would love to do that, is it hard?”

The answer to this question is no. It’s not technically hard. We bought some “how to” books to teach us how to actually cut the glass and then put it together, in a way that resembled some sort of art.

What it is is very expensive. The start up costs were amazing (don’t ask) The material is outrageous! Why a single income family decided to chose stained glass as a hobby, I don’t know.

So the last time we went to the glass shop we bought 2 small sheets of yellow glass to make my sunflower project. Once I finished the larger of the two sunflower’s, we then found that the second sheet of yellow glass was completey different to the first. And I didn’t like that idea. Tim kept telling me it would be ok. Just make the second flower out of the different glass he said. But I can’t do that. Because sunflower’s are all the same. They don’t differ in their intensity of yellow.

So my glass sat there for weeks, because I’d technically run out of glass to keep going. And we can’t go to the glass shop again because we’re saving for other more important things.

This is what I have done, to get some sort of satisfaction out of this hobby. I have made the big flower, which was already completed…into a suncatcher. It was annoying me to not be able to keep going and also to not have something to show for the work I had already done.

That’s it just there. It is not the best project I have done. As in I like the mirror concept more than anything. But it IS the best work I have done in terms of technique. The line’s are clean and smooth like the professional one’s I compare my work to all the time.

Now to find another project, or hobby.

Why I didn’t just take up tobacco spitting as a sport or something I don’t know.

There’s a funny looking skeleton thing growing in our spare room.

Tim assures me that it wont always look this scary. And I was relieved when he told me that it is not going to take up the entire ceiling section in Jaxon’s room like he originally planned.

I’d just like to take a moment to thank my father in law. For giving Tim the idea to make TWO plane’s that will take up all of that space in Jaxon’s room…instead of just one.

That was a great idea.

THANKS!

I’m sorry for all of the pea’s, bean’s and pumpkin I refused to eat for years.

I’m sorry for hiding zucchini in my socks and throwing it over the fence. I’m also sorry that some time’s I missed some of it and it ended up in the washing machine.

I’m sorry that I hid spinich under the couch, and for the smell that it must have created.

I’m sorry about the Lima beans, the choko and the asparagus…but you don’t want to know what I did to those.

I’m sorry that I fed your stew to Bitsy. And your veggies burger’s. And your funny looking yellow rice stuff.

I’m sorry that I sat, and sat and sat at the dining room table, until my food had gone cold and soggy and you no longer had the heart to make me eat it.

I’m sorry for sneaking in to the pantry very late on those same nights, to eat biscuits and chips because I was hungry. I also happen to be sorry that on those nights when I got caught, I couldn’t help myself from laughing at you as you lectured me about respecting the hard work and effort you put in to my meals, and how much it hurt you that I wouldn’t just try something new.

And, last but not least.

I am sorry that Dad and I refused point blank, to eat your kangaroo stew thing that smelt like shit. And furthermore, I’m sorry that we threw it on the garden in the back yard and gave it a proper burial, cross included.

I’m sorry for all of this, because now your Grandson, as sweet as he can be…is doing the exact same thing to me. He is refusing almost everything I try to feed him. He apparently doesn’t like my cooking. And I am SO frustrated by his lack of interest in my food. It makes me SO angry when I try so hard to make something that he will enjoy, and eat. It makes me so mad when I spend hours sometimes preparing his meal’s…only to have him say “NO, I don’t want it!”


So Mum, I’m sorry. I promise, I will never ever do it again. Unless you cook the kangaroo again. I will never eat that.

Sorry!

Believe it or not, this is 3 solid hours of work! Just ten bits!!!!!!!

Later that day

Just thought I would add this next photo . I am having trouble typing since I cut both of my index finger’s on the very last bit I was cutting. Piece number 71 if you must know.

I’ll be ok. It’s just like a paper cut! Oh and it’s amazing what you can get done when your baby is in the care of your other half!!

Anyone that’s known me for at least 5 months will know that I am trying to teach myself how to do stained glass. Tiffany stained glass, not the other one. I have no interest in the other one just yet. Although Tim does. That doesn’t matter because he’s changed from wanting to make things from stained glass to wanting to make model aeroplanes. How that shift happened…I don’t know. Maybe Jaxon’s room started the madness. Oh wait, I haven’t shared Jaxon’s room with you yet…keep an eye out and I’ll post picks!

Anyway, I lost all motivation for the stained glass when I finally completed the mirror I was making for Tim’s Mum Judy. (Below: Judy’s Cat Mirror)

I had no idea what I wanted to do and no real desire to just mess around. I HAD to be doing something constructive, not just making candle holder’s. So I sat here searching the net and finally found what I wanted to do.

And this is my design from that.

When I first got the idea to do this as a mirror the main thing was that I didn’t want it to be as big as Tim’s Mum’s mirror. So we looked at where we were going to put it once it was done and measured how big we wanted it. WELL!! It is MUCH bigger than Judy’s mirror! (60 cm W X 80 cm L) But I’ll do it anyway!

Stay tuned for more Sunflower updates as I work my magic!