Xanthe: Big Fuck!
Me: Truck. Say Truck.
Xanthe: Fuck
Me: Truck
Xanthe: FUUUUCCKK
Me: T. T. Truck
Xanthe: T T Fuck, I did it!!
Me: Mmm. Can you say Lorry?
What the Truck?
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Wordless Wednesday – Sleeping Beauty
Xanthe has always been a good sleeper – except at night, of course.
Xanthe falls asleep wherever she is when the tired overcomes her. I find this fascinating because Millar always needed help to go to sleep. I could go on but this is supposed to be wordless.
Crashing in a mess of toys
Exhausted after drawing on the hotel wall in Chennai, India. She falls asleep with pencil in hand.
While viewing an empty viewmaster
On the table at a caravan park, Melbourne.
On the floor while drawing a picture.
In the middle of the floor. Mumbai, India.
Slightly closer to the bed this time, but still on the floor.
She was totally asleep until I pulled out the iPhone to take this photo. She is on a shelf.
She was about to sleep on these packs of nappies. But I thought better of it and moved her. After taking the photo of course.
Falling asleep while eating a chocolate Koala.
Eating again.
Popcorn this time. Snacks make this girl sleepy.
Linking up with Trish at My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday
Dear Xanthe. Happy 2nd Birthday
Happy Birthday my darling girl.
We had a little party for you on Sunday with just family and you had the best day ever. Your excitement clearly showing with each present and the balloons and the cake and the bubbles and the people. So. Much. Fun!
Millar gave you Dora mega blocks and a Tinkerbell costume. You wore the Tinkerbell costume all day until you decided the party was over. At about 4 pm you demanded the dress come off. You chose a T-shirt to change into and then tried to snuggle into my arms and sleep. But with everyone still around, you were torn between your exhaustion and your need to be with everyone.
You fell asleep as soon as they left. An exhausting and fun filled day.
Watching you grow from a baby into a little girl has been amazing and joyous.
I love you so much,
Mum.
Hot Water Burns Like Fire
There was a campaign on TV when I was a kid. It said that hot water burns like fire. Those campaigns work. Yesterday my daughter pulled a bowl of boiling hot water on herself and as I put her in the shower under cold water and took a look at her hot red skin as it peeled away from her body, that phrase repeated in my head over and over and over. It’s still doing it.
Xanthe’s OK. Some serious bandages and lots of pain relief have helped. She’s playing and giggling like normal. The first few hours were horrible, but she’s good now.
We’ll be back at the hospital for a dressing change and assessment of the burns. We’ll be doing this for a couple of weeks. I don’t think she’ll enjoy that much.
We’ve put a baby gate at the entrance to the kitchen. This will not happen again. It could have been so much worse, I’m grateful for that at least.
This could have been avoided though, and the guilt is huge.