I'm sitting hospital bedside today. Nothing serious ... though Wallace may beg to differ.
His super healthy baby molars just haven't been prepared to give up their positions to their permanent molar big brothers, causing all manner of pain as the permanents try to bully their way through. He's had five rather unceremoniously removed this morning, which he's hopeful will get him out of some branding action this weekend. And may also prompt Mum into some custard and jelly making.
On the homefront we've welcomed Buttercup to the fold this week.
And what a sweetheart she is. Undoubtedly more photos to follow. She's had a couple of days at the yards, learning to negotiate her feeding station. At eleven years of age, Priscilla's udder is huge and rather low to the ground, tricky for a newborn, though Buttercup has mastered the art quite quickly. I've frozen fifteen litres of colostrum and look forward to enjoying some real milk next week.
One could be mistaken for thinking with only two children in the house, baking would be a breeze.
Not so, when one desires Carrot Cake, the other will only eat Chocolate.
Approaching her ninth birthday, my beloved Ella is showing some signs of ageing. We bought her a new memory-foam mattress this week. She won't have a bar of it.
The ride-on mower broke down at the end of last year. Push mowing wasn't such a chore while it was still dry.
The team are starting to jack up though now that the grass is growing a little quicker.
Sarah made all of her siblings boxer shorts for Christmas. Coupled with an inexpensive singlet, it was a great gift. She's inherited her mother's non-perfectionist attitude, which will stand her in good stead for a life of near enough is good enough (at least when it comes to sewing/painting/cooking)!
We're watching the skies again with another low in the Coral Sea, all hopeful of a little more of the wet stuff. The wet season's been very disappointing, no water rain at Bottle Tree resulting in dry dams. Not a good feeling at this time of year.
Must be time for another coffee, this hospital stuff's fairly taxing. Happy weekend.