Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Boxing Day


Henry got a boogie board from Santa for Christmas and was super keen to try it out. We headed on down to Newcastle Beach in the late afternoon for a picnic dinner on the beach and to watch Henry catch his first wave.


Under the watchful eye of Michael, Henry rode in a number of small waves back to the beach. He loved it and I can see us spending more time at the beach this summer.



Milly is not a fan of the surf. She runs a mile screaming if a wave comes within 20 metres of her. She is nonetheless happy to explore rockpools, make sandcastles and paddle in the water if someone is holding her hand and the water barely covers her feet.


Buster enjoyed the picnic sitting on Grandad Peter's knee and loved watching all the happenings at the beach. Just as we were leaving we spotted a pod of dolphins at sea, swimming and jumping and doing what dolphins do.

Another Christmas in the bag

Christmas is over for another year. Henry and Milly are already asking how many sleeps until the next one. It is fair to say we all had a good time this year. Michael's parents joined us for the Christmas period, my brother and his family were with us on Christmas day, and my mum made an appearance too. Here is how our day unfolded.


Christmas Eve: putting out some food for the reindeer.

...and some food and drink for Santa too. Michael and I thought Santa would like some red wine, dark chocolate and a peppermint tea.


Christmas morning and Milly checking her stocking.




Yep, Santa's been alright.



After stockings, it's breakfast, then getting dressed. Finally, they can open their presents.



It was a Neverland Christmas for Tinkerbell and Peter Pan.



Buster was a bit antisocial and buried his head in a new book.



Even I got a present.



A quick self-portrait.



Suddenly Santa arrived with more gifts.



Thanks Santa.



Milly's first Barbie. Probably won't be her last.



Mmm, Christmas lunch.
Roasted turkey breast in an orange and tarragon sauce - roasted potatoes - mixed steamed greens in a white balsamic dressing - cranberry, apple & sage relish - pancetta and herb stuffing - GranJan's Christmas pudding - pistachio, cranberry, currant and brandy icecream.


Cinderella, you shall go to the ball.



Henry teaching Corin all about the many Ben10 aliens.



After lots of food, wine and beer we all took to the backgarden to lie down in the shade. Nanoo and Peter arrived, along with more presents.


Buster pinching some ice from GranJan's glass.

And there you have it. Another Christmas in the bag.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Christmas photo out takes

This year was almost impossible to get the perfect Christmas photo of our three beautiful children. Actually, it was impossible. Henry and Milly mugged for the camera and Buster wasn't interested in sitting still. Well he is only a baby. Anyway, enjoy these photo out takes and have a safe and happy Christmas.












Saturday, December 11, 2010

November happenings


Hooray, at last the coldness of winter has gone. It might be late in spring, but the sun is finally shining and we got a chance to head down to the local pool. Henry and Milly got to experience their first water slide and loved it.


Happy Birthday Michael. A chocolate cake decorated by Henry and Milly - too much chocolate is never enough.


Turn your back and Buster has climbed into the dishwasher.



Take your eyes of him again and he's standing on a chair.



Henry proving once again that he is Dr Doolittle with his new friend a cicada.

Our garden

I love our garden. I find gardening to be a relaxing and peaceful activity. When I get the time to do it properly, keeping our garden with its vege and herb patch, fruit trees, and flowers brings plenty of rewards and satisfaction. Henry and Milly enjoy it to. It gives them a big space to run around in, climb trees, and help find all sorts of home grown treats ready for picking and eating.

Lots of yummy things grow in this patch: strawberries, mint, coriander, a bay tree, parsley, cos lettuce, chamomile, and aloe vera.


Sweet and juicy strawberries. We also have a lemon tree and a lime tree.



Roma tomatoes not yet ripe on the vine. Nothing beats the flavour of a home grown tomato.


Rhubarb. We last poached some in orange juice, sugar and grated ginger. Also growing in our vege patch: zucchini, lettuce, oregano, rosemary, thyme, sage, tarragon, lavender, marigolds.


Some little cos lettuce seedlings. I find it hard to grow things from seed as the birds always eat the little seedlings, no matter how much I try to protect them.



This is the view from our kitchen window. This bougainvillea is a waterfall of colour. It is just so huge (three stories high) and I love looking at this wall of purple everyday.


The Lump - Part II

Buster has now had his visit with "the boss" surgeon. He's name is Dr Cassey. He was a lovely man, sporting a black eye from an incident during a game of hockey.

He had a good feel of Buster's head and I gave him the whole story. He looked at the ultrasound pictures and observed a playful little Buster Boo as he crawled about, pulled himself up against chairs and pulled things out of my handbag. Dr Cassey's verdict was "yes, the lump is not normal, but sometimes kids just get weird lumps". His view was when the lump first presented itself Buster had just started crawling. Since that time he has continued to developmentally progress from crawling, to pulling himself up and now cruising. He continues to be happy and playful and doing all that he should be doing for a child his age. Based on this it was unlikely the lump would be "anything awful".

We talked about options to investigate the lump further, that being an MRI or a CT scan, and what that all entails. Dr Cassey's preference was for a CT scan but didn't think it necessary as he was sure the lump was nothing. He did write us a referral for the scan if we wanted to pursue it, but his recommendation was to just wait and see if anything happens.

Now we are not quite sure what to do. Do we just leave it and wait for something to happen, which is unlikely given Buster is unaffected by the lump OR do we put Buster through the trauma of a CT scan just for peace of mind?

Friday, December 03, 2010

The Lump - Part I

I've been meaning to get around to writing and posting this. This is the story (so far) of Buster's mysterious lump.

About one month ago I discovered quite a large lump on the back of Buster's head. It had just suddenly appeared. The night before when I had given Buster his bath and washed his hair all was normal. The next day after his morning nap he was sitting on my knee and we were about to read a story when I saw "it". It was 4cm in diameter and protruding significantly. It looked like a golfball sized cyst or growth. It didn't hurt when I touched it. It wasn't red, swollen or bruise like in appearance. There were no bite marks, so he hadn't been bitten. He hadn't had a fall or bumped himself. For a lump to be this big, if he had hurt himself he would have screamed the house and surrounding suburbs down.

Not sure whether to panic or not, as everything else about Buster was normal. No fever, no loss of appetite, still babbling, still moving, he could see, he could hear. Everything about him was normal - except for this giant lump. Michael was working in Sydney for the day, Henry and Milly were at daycare. I couldn't get an appointment with our GP, so I took off to the hospital emergency department. Gave Michael a slightly panicked call to fill him in. Also gave my Mum a slightly panicked call in case I needed support.

The triage nurse gave Buster a look over and agreed it was quite a nasty looking lump and recommended we wait in the emergency department until a paediatrician was free. Well wait we did. We waited over four hours. Poor Buster boy was overtired and hungry. A few other waiting patients had to leave the room because they couldn't stand Buster's crying anymore. Mum had kept us company for a while but had to be despatched to pick up Henry and Milly from daycare and look after them until either I got home or Michael did.

Finally we get ushered through the doors and shown a cubicle to set up in. It wasn't long before a paediatrician had examined Buster and said "it's most unusual, the most likely cause is trauma to the head". Where upon I explain Buster has definitely not suffered any trauma to his head. The paediatrician then goes off to consult with his colleagues and is soon back with a paediatric surgeon who is so impressed with Buster's lump he wants to take some photos to show his boss because "this is most unusual". He then excitedly snaps away on his iPhone like Buster is some new amazing freak of nature. The surgeon then advises me it is most likely not a brain tumour as they don't just suddenly appear and it is probably a haematoma caused by trauma to the head. Inside I breathe a sigh of relief it is not a brain tumour but am starting to get frustrated that no one seems to believe me that Buster has not suffered any head trauma. I'm half expecting the police to walk in and start questioning me and community services to take Buster into care.

Both the doctors walk off to consult each other and talk to "the boss". By this time Buster has finally fallen asleep. The poor Boo is exhausted from his day and from being poked and prodded. I'm exhausted too, but mine is more emotional as the adrenaline from the stress of it all is still pumping.

The first doctor who saw us returns and says he has spoken to the head paediatric surgeon on call (ie "the boss") and says we can go home. Given Buster is presenting all other functions as normal and healthy, there is no need for us to stay. He has booked Buster an appointment to have an ultrasound the following day to see if that can clear up what the "most unusual" lump is. Our instructions are to wait a week and see if the lump resolves itself and if not visit the GP and possibly get a CT scan.

The next day the lump is still there and I take Buster to have his ultrasound. The radiographer is mighty impressed with the lump and notes "it's unusual". He scans the back of Buster's head and looks puzzled. "There's nothing there but soft tissue", he says. He then calls in another radiographer to have a look at the ultrasound. They are both a bit puzzled, because they can see the giant lump on Buster's head but the ultrasound is not showing it as anything different. They both say "this is unusual". They then suggest we hang around as they call on a specialist paediatric radiographer to come and take a look. When he shows up he pushes the first radiographer out of the way so he can do the scan himself. The end result is the same. There is a lump on Buster's head but the ultrasound shows it is nothing but soft tissue. The only other news is the scan prooves the lump is not a haematoma so it wasn't caused by trauma. The three radiographers recommend we go back to the emergency department to see a paediatrician again, this time armed with their report that the lump is unusual but shows up as only soft tissue on the scan.

Another three hour wait in emergency. This time Buster is easier to entertain as he had a good nap before he had his ultrasound, but the waiting is endless. The paediatric doctor who sees us this time just follows the recommendation from the doctors the day before - see if the lump resolves itself, if not go to our GP and request a CT scan.

It has now been a few weeks. The lump has changed shape. It is no longer golf ball sized or round. It has flattened and elongated itself across the back of Buster's head. To most people his head probably looks normal, but to his parents we know what his head looked like before, and this is not it. When his hair is wet and sticking to his head, you can clearly see there is a large something that is "unusual" protruding out. Still, Buster remains happy, healthy and normal.

But I need to know that he is ok and this lump is not something ugly beginning to brew. His lump is not normal, so I took him to our GP who instantly wrote a referral to the head paediatric surgeon, "the boss", who may or may not remember us from the photos his colleague took on that first day in emergency.

Our appointment with "the boss" is on Monday. We will be armed with the film from the ultrasound that shows not much. Hopefully, he will have some answers for us.

Stay tuned.