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Hey Daddy… check this out

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Mr K is in NZ this week, enjoying the snowfields, experiencing the excitement of white water rafting and tasting the delights of Queenstown’s Gay Ski Week  😀   So in between the pistes and the poofs* 🙂 … he has occasionally jumped on the internets so he can video chat with Angel.  Anyway, I was chatting away with Mr K discussing a couple of banal day to day thingys when youngin’ jumped up on the back of my chair and decided to down trou’ and flash his cute little butt to his Dad in NZ.

Where the hell did that come from?  And what are you supposed to do in this rarefied situation?   We all tried not to laugh and I attempted, behind my giggles, to advise the small child about the inappropriateness of displaying one’s backside via web cam … particularly at the tender age of 6.  I am desperately hoping that my little etiquette lesson sunk in there somewhere, and that this little episode is in no way indicative of a possible life time habit of being the yobbo at parties who cant help himself but simply MUST exhibit bits of his anatomy at inopportune moments.

Wish I had been able to capture the look on his Dad’s face though… 🙂

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*am I allowed to say that?  😀

It’s character building, my arse.

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Angel blindsided me again this evening.  I’ve been feeling pretty ordinary all week (girly-swot problems I think) and was laying on the couch with the heat pack and a cuppa trying to relax and not focus on how much I am hating my job right now… when Angel came up to me and asked me when I was going to have another baby.  God this kid has a memory as old as Methuselah!!!  He remembers heaps of stuff I  don’t give him credit for, and then springs things on me.  He’s done this before a few times even, and each time it still seems to upset me.

I haven’t had any IVF procedures since about September 2005, and basically I just try not to think about it if I can avoid it… which means on a day to day basis, I’ve been working hard on convincing myself that I’m over it, and that I don’t care about it anymore.  But then Angel will come out with a comment like that…. or I will get a bill in the mail to pay for the storage of the ten embryos that I still have in the freezer…. or my boss will tell me with a huge smile on her face that she’s pregnant – and it all comes out again.  It feels like an old wound  sitting in the back of my brain, and all it takes is a slight knock to rip the scab off and open it up fresh again…..  as raw and painful as it was years ago. 

The window is well and truly closing and I’ve done nothing but ignore the situation for the last  eighteen months.  I have allowed myself to put it on the back burner while my father was sick, but in the six months since Dad passed away, I’ve been unwilling to turn the rock over and have a look at how I’m feeling about it all…. something tells me it ain’t gonna be pretty – and I honestly don’t feel like I have the energy or the strength to deal with it anymore.
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Good heavens……

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I’ve never been one of those Moms who sat around living vicariously through the ridiculously minure achievements of their toddlers.  You know the type ..

My Dylan is so advanced for his age… why he waked at 3 months old!

Oh that’s fantastic.  You know, Jessica was barely 11 months old when she could recite the alphabet!

That is amazing.  Little Braidon was maybe about 14 months old when he started programming the VCR, servicing the car, completing our tax returns.  :S

Nope never really bought into that.  In fact I always loved being in those conversations and saying ‘Nah, Angel is perfectly normal really, regular height and weight for his age, crawled right on time, got teeth about the expected time and well…. actually he was a little late learning to walk really…’   Stick it in your highly competitive arses ladies.  Can’t be stuffed playing that game.

Angel has always been an exceptional little guy in some ways though… freakishly physically co-ordinated compared to some kids – rarely ran into the furniture or rammed his toys into things and rather anal retentive when it came to putting his toys away in straight lines and using drink coasters with his milk cup before he could even talk (wonder where he gets that from!).

Well yesterday I decided his logic skills were far superior than what I might have expected for a kid of six.  Could be just cos I dont know many kids of six!  🙂   He saw this picture (below) and pointed to them and said “This one is wrong and this one is right!” and he chose correctly.  Turns out his teacher told them that the sun was at the centre of the solar system while I was away overseas a few weeks ago, and he was able to apply that bit of information to a couple of drawings he had never seen before….. it really blows me away how much they absorb even though they’re so young.  Hell, I know some 30 year olds who can’t remember what you told them last week… let alone be able to apply it!!!

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Blue Screen of Death or not

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Small Child:  Mom, Mom Mom!

Mom:  What’s wrong!!

Small Child: The ‘puter has gone all blue screen*, can you come and fix it!!!

Mom: Oh no Angel, what have you done!?!?!  You know you’re not supposed to fiddle with the computer.  Your Dad is not going to be happy!

Small Child runs and hides in his room.
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Goes in to check out what he’s done to the PC…

Mom:  Sweetie – it’s okay that blue screen is just the end of your program… Mom didn’t mean to freak out! 

* Windows Media Centre default screen  :S
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