I missed writing to you both last month, we have all been so busy.
Xanthe, it’s just over a week until your second birthday. The last month has been a tough one for you after the accident with the hot water. Last month, we visited the hospital about six times for dressing changes. You were not pleased with any of that. My poor darling. For almost three weeks you couldn’t wear a shoe because of the bandages on your foot, and couldn’t have a proper bath because of the dressings everywhere.
You are healing really well now. Back in shoes and running around like you should be. The first few baths were hard, you seemed to be afraid of the water. The last time you were in the bath before that was while your skin was burning and the cold water showering over you was causing you so much pain. It’s no wonder it took a few baths before you were back to your water loving self again. The only sign of what happened is the scar on your tummy. This will take some time to heal, but it’s looking pretty good thanks to vitamin E cream and bio-oil.
You will forget all about this. I never will.
Millar, you never rest. You are always doing something or complaining that we aren’t doing something. You are always either hungry or bored. I am struggling to keep up with you!
We have been going to the school transition days to get you ready for school next year and you are enjoying those, but seem sad to say goodbye to kindergarten. You are not a fan of change and it is no wonder after the year you’ve been through with moving to India, going to school there, then changing cities and finding your groove there and then leaving again to come home to Australia. You love routine and familiarity and this was all a bit much.
Some days you say you want to go back to India. You talk about Abinaya in Chennai and Patti in Mumbai. Some days you talk about our old house that we lived in before India. Your memory is long and you miss all that you used to love. I hope that sending you to school next year, the school you will stay at until high-school, will give you some sense of stability and permanence.
Millar and Xanthe, when you play and laugh together it fills my heart to overflowing. Your love for each other is immense. When you fight the noise is unbearable. That’s the way it is with siblings. So much fighting, but above all this is love. The hugging, the kisses, the playing and the asking where the other is all the time when you are apart. I love you both so much it hurts.