So, it seems I'm a sock puppet...

My two boys are growing up so fast. They have learnt so many new things in just the past couple of months, and are coming out with witty, smart new things on a daily basis at the moment. It's been so much fun and really exciting seeing what they will come up with next.

In the evenings we have gotten into the habit of them having two stories before bed. This means they can each pick a book, and we take turns with which book is read first. Well tonight they both agreed they wanted made up stories from Daddy. My darling husband was pretty thrilled, given he has a family story which was told to him by his Grandmother that he has been desperate wanting to share with our children from way back before we even started trying for them. It's a really sweet story about the adoption of a Drake by Craig's Nana and how this Drake (Slappy) became a part of their family. I kept a careful ear on the story, hoping Craig would not share the true ending of the story with the boys.

You see, up until two years ago Craig thought the story ended with everyone living happily ever after. That perhaps Slappy had grown old and retired to another large farm in the area his Grandparents lived in. Then one occasion as he was telling his parents with enthusiasm his wish to share the Slappy story with our boys, his Father mentioned leaving out the part where Slappy was run over by his Mother and died. Craig was, to say the least, completely bereft gutted. Thankfully his story did not end with the true happenings.

Then Ben requested a story about pigs, and I argued it would be fun to hear a story of how Mummy and Daddy met. Luckily my husband managed the story of how we met by making me a Princess, him a crazy strange man that scared people and our old workmates were the three pigs. Ahem. Anyway.

As the boys tiredly but happily went off to bed, their eyes heavy and their cherubic faces lit up with smiles, I couldn't help but wonder what new things tomorrow would bring. Would James, as I try to dress him and accidentally put his arm where his head is meant to go in his top, again call me a sock puppet?

Only time will tell what exciting things we have to look forward to.

A Lot To Say

I have a lot to say. If only I could remember what it was. That would be a good start.

My two cherubs tonight had the funniest conversation with me. They were both in their bedrooms and I was in mine. Baby A called out, but I could barely hear him and I didn't want to have to get up (First time I'd sat/lay down all day!) so I repeated to him what I thought he'd said.

"You're broken baby A?"

Baby A: "No Mama, my poster is broken."

Me: "Ok baby A, we'll fix that in the morning."

Baby B: "Mama, me too!!"

Me: "You're poster is broken too baby B?"

Baby B: "No mama, I'm broken."

Silence...

Me: "Ok honey, we'll fix you in the morning too."

And thus all worries taken care of, my two sweet boys fell happily asleep.

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We had a really lovely day today. We went over to my Mum's house and the boys played with two of their cousins (Aunty 'lil ones beautiful kiddies). The four of them had so much fun together, and I was lucky enough to get lots of cuddles from both of my beautiful nephieces (my word for both nephews and nieces). I'm really proud of each of my sisters, and today I'm going to share what I really admire in my sister, 'lil one. Amongst many things is the fact she manages to study full time while taking wonderful care of my almost four year old niece and 15 month old nephew. Not just study though but put her all into her work, achieve incredible marks and submit high quality work. Because she really cares about her study, and what she is working towards.

There are many things I am proud of, which I won't go into so i can protect her privacy but it's suffice to say that it is an honour for me to be big sister to 'lil one. I see things in her I hope one day will rub off on me ;)

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Health update:
I can return the event monitor as it has given me a terrible rash so I can no longer wear the electrodes and thus can't record any events. All I managed to get was episodes of my Sinus Tachycardia and some PVC's and PAC's. Nothing we didn't already know about. So now I need to make a follow-up appointment with my cardiologist and I may be able to go onto an antiarrythmic medication. This would be great as I then would be able to exercise (If it works and brings my heart rate down).
My ESR (Indicator of inflammation) is steadily rising. The doctor referred me when it hit 24 and had been there for close on a year. At my last appointment it was up to 54. Yesterday the result came in at 68. My CRP is now also up from 14 to 20. Normal for these tests is under 15-20 for ESR and under 10 for CRP. I see the general specialist on Tuesday so it's up to him to try and puzzle this out!

That's all I can think of right now. It's been a whole week of not blogging, so I'll be sure to try and make up for it this weekend :)

My Secret Almost out!

Well today was the first day back at kindy after the Autumn break. The boys were pretty tired, it was pouring down with rain and it didn't seem all that appealing to go out anywhere. Then the arguing over toys began, and all of a sudden I found an amazing well of energy. I got both the boys in their coats and to kindy in record time (Well, actually I was late but only by a few minutes).

Luckily for me(but not so much for her) one of my younger sisters, whom from now on i shall refer to as lil' one was on Parent help. The boys couldn't wait for me to leave so they could begin playing with Aunty lil' one and their cousin and friends. It was still raining though, and since I don't particularly want to ruin this event monitor by getting it soaking wet, I decided to venture back to kindy rather early so I could get a park close by.

So after participating in tidy-up time I sat down to watch the kids enjoy mat time. It's my favourite part of kindy, getting to watch all the kids dancing, singing and listening quietly to stories. So cute. Today however, mat time was a little early so at the end of the story the teachers began asking questions related to the story that had been read (Ants stealing sugar, eating way too much of it).

"We don't eat sugar every day do we?" The teacher said. Most of the kids said No. Baby B however, piped up "I do!". Oh no, now all the parents will find out my habit of bribing the boys with sweets when they aren't behaving. Luckily for me, a number of other children chimed in insisting they too ate lots of sugar. Good, I could smile and laugh like it wasn't true. I hadn't been found out.

"What sorts of things do we eat for dinner?" Oh no. Put your hand down Baby A. No one can know that this weekend while Mummy was sick we had not very nutritional meals. Not when other children were talking about vegetables and meat and rice.

Ahhh thank goodness. So many children wanted to talk that the teacher didn't get to either baby A or B. A lucky escape.

Once we got out of the rain and into the car, I noticed Baby A looked a little sad. I enquired as to what was wrong.

"I just wanted to tell *Teachers name* that I have donut and chips for dinner. Or Nutrigrain." He said sadly. Thank goodness.

"That's okay Baby A, next time." I promised, while hoping that if there were a next time it was after one of my 'well' weekends.

So for now my secret is still safe.

Except now it's on my blog

Ahhhh frick.....