Anyhow this morning I put him down in his cot once he'd fallen asleep on my shoulder just after 10:00am and one hour and forty-five minutes later he was STILL asleep. I thought "Oh My Word" and quickly rushed to the computer table to grab my camera because a daytime nap THAT long most certainly warrants a blog post. But, alas, by the time I got back to the bedroom less than 15 seconds later, this is what I found......
I mean, seriously, FIFTEEN SECONDS! Plenty of time for Sam to be in full swing smurfercising!
Still, today's temperature was a fair amount lower than yesterday's...although not quite as low as the 27ÂșC several of the weather channels/stations predicted (remind me again why we can't tackle our weather guru's for false information....). It was still wonderful to be able to really play with Sam for a bit without him being so totally miz and uncomfortable (his wound is obviously starting to itch like crazy because he goes into a frenzy-type squirmey-wormey the second you lay him on his back, which isn't helped by the heat) and then (let's hope Murph doesn't hear this and throw me a curve ball tomorrow) Sam went to sleep without shedding a tear this evening! That is just so W.O.W. for us at the moment. Granted, I will probably be walking him again within the next half hour or so, but hey...baby steps, one tear-free bedtime is good enough for me!
As for the rest of us, one more week left of school hols and Chris has already returned to work - wow, the time has really flown by. It still kinda feels like we're living parallel to the everyone else, having skipped out on the usual season's festivities but we received something so much more valuable than what you can put in fancy wrapping paper, decorate with a bow and put under the tree - a wonderfully safe and uncomplicated surgery for Sam. Okay, well I guess we could try the wrapping, bow and putting under the tree but I don't imagine our Smurf being TOO impressed with that. Oh yes, and the tree's been packed away already - perhaps next year.
The birds in our backyard are certainly having an extended festive season...they've pretty much devoured anything remotely edible that Chris has grown - plums, blackberries, tomatoes, avocado...they have absolutely NO diet restrictions here (dare I tell everyone that Chris put out an entire spongecake in the bird feeder for their "christmas lunch" - and then he wonders why they think we are a twenty-four hour, all-day buffet Backyard Cafe for birds???) Anyway, our grapevine in the front yard was growing so beautifully, so we were hoping that there was enough nourishment in the back for them to leave our grapes alone, but (again) alas....
From this.....
To this.....
You know what they say about birds....give a hand and they'll take an arm (Don't they? Well, if they don't...they should).
So, with all the goings on with Sam's op, I forgot to reveal the much anticipated gifts Meghan had accumulated for us for Christmas. Well, I was quite pleased to find that the pressie consisted of no embarrassing hi-jacked pieces of clothing (seeing as pressies were opened in from of Aunty Cammy and Uncle Damian), just a few hi-jacked ornaments though (bless her heart) and then an absolutely precious poem she had written.......
In case you cannot make the words out,
Mom your the best
mom in the world. I
know its hard to
look after Sam who
is RTS and two
children that do
not listen but that
just proves you can
do anything your super mom.
know body would want a better
mom then you.
Writen by Meghan
We love you Meg!
Oh wow Nicky, that poem is the best Christmas prezzie ever! And Meghan is such a beautiful little girl.
ReplyDeleteThanks Essie :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think anyone could say it better than Meg!
ReplyDeleteWhat good news about Smurf. I so hope it continues - here is to more long day sleeps, and many more tearless goodnights.
ReplyDeleteAnd Meg's poem is just so beautiful and precious - must have melted your heart. Thanks for sharing it.