Poor little sausage

OK, the first thing I have to say is that yes I am aware that our daughter is not a sausage in any way shape or form - this is to appease her father who insists on telling me 'she isn't a sausage' every time I say it, but I like this petname for her and so does she, well she certainly doesn't openly object to it!

So, Monday we had to take Molly for her 15 month vaccinations, plus the added bonus of the fourth MeNZB jab. Woo hoo! It was bloody awful, and I wasn't even the one being stuck with needles. I made the fatal mistake of making eye contact with her and suffered the consequences throughout. Her little face was very clearly saying 'you b*#!@*ds, why are you doing this to me?!?!'. I tried explain that contracting the illnesses we were vaccinating her against would be far, far worse then this but she didn't seem to get it... kids eh!

Then, just to add insult to injury she had a finger prick blood test too. Just a quick diabetes check, trying to explain her sudden milkaholism. She's all good, no problem, but my goodness did she hate that too. And she wouldn't let the nurse put a bandaid on her finger so we were all covered in blood after a few minutes of her waving her wee hand around.

Anyway, a lollipop brought the tears nicely under control for Molly (now what can Mummy have?), and by the time we left she was all giggles and smiles again, phew.

We'd only been home about 20 minutes when she was playing peekaboo in the curtains and managed to smash her mouth against the TV table and bleed profusely from her top gum for about half an hour... I need a lie down just remembering it all...

Give that girl a pie

It's official, our kiwi kid is indeed a true kiwi kid!

Her favourite meal at present is steak pie (sorry, no cheese as yet, I think that's a bit too much for one so young) with mashed potato, carrots and swede, and a side order of sweetcorn - to be honest she'd eat a side order of sweetcorn with just about anything I gave her, she loves the stuff.

She used to love pasta with a passion - very european. And then she went through a fish and rice phase. But now she is firmly and happily addicted to pies. Good girl Molly. Whatever will it be next I wonder?

Again Again!

I am soooo tired! It's been a blooming long weekend. They usually fly by far too quickly, but thanks to our knackered old plumbing and even more creaky old drains we've been practically 'fatherless' for the entire time.

I didn't realise how much I look forward to a little bit of 'time off' (ha!) or at least assisted madness with hubby home for two whole days. Oh well, we'll have to make him pay next weekend - 'cause I don't think that being up to your armpits in goodness knows what is enough, ha ha!

So, I'm begining to rue the day that Molly learned to say and more importantly the meaning of 'again'. My arms feel like they are on fire from the ludicrous amounts of jumping we've done today, add to that the aches in my thighs from 'horsey riding' on my ankles, and I'm feeling very old this evening.

But, the good weather has been an absolute godsend. We are out and about so much it's been great. This afternoon Molly and I went for a stroll up to the paddock that's about 100 yards from our house. We managed to complete this 'trek' in approximately 30 minutes! Well, she had to examine and sniff at every flower, stone, leaf and rock that we passed and then we had to stop and point at a black lab that just moved in up the street. Poor thing looked completely non-plussed to see a strange small person, crouching down, pointing and ooohing at him, she would have happily toddled straight up for a cuddle had I not grabbed her in time. I don't know what's for the best, I don't want her to be scared of dogs, but you can't be too careful can you?

Again (it's catching), I'm reminded of how blessed we are. Molly is a joy at the moment, she's happy and chatty and bubbling with interest in everything. Even a walk to the end of the street is so much fun, oh to be so easily pleased. But you know sometimes her enthusiasm for everything is contagious!

Back on track

We went to Playcentre today for the first time in three weeks and I think she enjoyed herself, what do you reckon? And yes of course she had to brush her teeth as soon as she got home to get rid of all the green and blue paint, sand and puddle that she was sipping on before we left!

This is just a quick one to let you all know she is feeling much better. She's still a wee bit whiny and clingy, but the ear infection has cleared, her temperature has dropped (so let's presume the virus is gone) and she is only producing half a tonne of green goo every day now - joy!

So great to have her almost back to normal, it's been a tough few weeks. She's been up and down like a yo-yo, one minute she's been great and the next back down again (or up - her temperature has been scary at times), and it's so hard to watch and not be able to fix it for her, but we're getting there.

Now if we could just get her to eat more then a handful of raisins a day that would be grand - she might even sleep after 5.30 in the morning (wishful thinking I know).