Thomas has lost his first tooth.

So we were having dinner last night and poor little Thomas was upset that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his roast chicken and roast potatoes since his tooth was so wobbly.  Next thing you know he jumps up and shouts “my tooth’s out!!!”.  Man was he excited!  “let’s see” the rest of us said, “here” and Thomas shows us a tiny piece of potato.  Dad: “Ah, no Tommy, that’s a piece of potato”.  Tommy: “no it’s my tooth!”.  Dad squishes the potato to prove it.  Me: “so where is it?”.  Ahem, after searching for a minute or so we realise that Thomas swallowed his tooth. LOL!  Much crying later we finally manage to convince Thomas that the Tooth Fair won’t mind and she’ll still cough up the dough.  Thomas was pleased that he’d still get his 20 cents… even more pleased when Jade corrected him that the going rate for teeth these days was $2 from the Tooth Fairy.  And yes, the Tooth Fairy did turn up and leave Thomas his $2.  A happy ending. :D

Goodbye Mum, now but not forever

Well I suppose some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been around for a bit and haven’t posted those cards I promised. My mother passed away on the weekend. It’s been an awful time to say the least, including the couple of weeks leading up to mum’s passing as we were told by the doctors that this was what was happening. I’ve needed some time to get my head around it all. For now, I can’t really talk more about it as I’m still feeling quite raw, I’ll see you all later – I won’t be gone too long though as I’m sure that stamping and blogging will be good therapy for me.

Revenge of the Remote (or how to screw with your husband’s head)

Well I got my own back last night.  You know how annoying it is when guys are constantly flicking the channels with the remote?  Well last night I had a plan.  The whole evening I sat on the other side of the loungeroom with a spare Foxtel remote control hidden under a cushion on my lap, and everytime Paul (my husband) clicked on “i” to see information on what was on other channels, I’d also click it on my remote so it would flicker on and off. Giggle.  Every time he turned the volume up I’d turn it up even higher at the same time.  Then he’d turn the volume down and I’d turn it down even lower. Giggle.  He’d change the channel and I’d change it back. Giggle.  And on and on it went all evening.  He lay there on his leather recliner mumbling under his breath about the stupid remote control and how we needed a new one.  ROFL!  I can’t believe he never caught on, actually I can’t believe I lasted as long as I did without bursting out laughing.  I couldn’t help myself though… I told him in the end – but I was good… I could have keep this up all week. LOL.

Life, Death, etc.

Well I thought I’d better put some reality stuff in here for those of you who like to see what’s going on in other people’s lives.  If sad stories bother you then you’d better stop reading now.

I’ve just come back from the hospital were I’ve been visiting my mum and also had a meeting with the pallative care doctor and others.  My mother has stomach cancer and hasn’t got long to live.  I knew this day would come as she has been battling various cancers for 8 years but it’s still very very difficult.  At the end of last week I was told that there was no cure, no more operations and no more chemo.  I struggled for a few days to come to terms with this but now I have to just carry on.  So now what?  Well that’s the hard part – we don’t know.  For now she’s being fed by a tube that goes straight to her bowel.  If she’s okay in a couple of days then she’ll need to go into a hospice, I don’t know how long for though.  They gave her the option today to just let her go and she dies in 2 weeks or to continue the feed and see if she can live some more months.  What a decision. :(   The doctors convinced mum to hang in there and see if she can extend her life a little more.  After a few weeks in the hospice if she’s okay then I don’t know what’s going to happen as it’s too difficult for her to go home and live there on her own.  My father is in a nursing home his last stages of Alzheimers and has no understanding of anything… he needs 24 hour assistance for everything which is why we couldn’t look after him.  There’s no room in my house and I can’t move the whole family over to mum’s place.  I’m annoyed now that she didn’t agree to both of us selling up and moving together into a larger house with us (with separate residence for her) last year when I suggested it to her… she knew she had cancer but she didn’t want to move – now we have to figure out where she will spend her last days.

So that’s it.  Life, Death, etc.

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