Things Buster says #1

It seems only fitting that Buster should get his own blog posts of his quotes.  He does say some awfully sweet things, funny things and curious things.  I'll start the ball rolling with this recent exchange in the car started by Henry.

Henry:  Can you have another baby?  I'd like another baby brother.
Michael:  No mate.  We think three is enough.  Where would we put another child?
Milly:  I don't want to have a baby.
Buster:  I don't want to have a baby either.
Me:  No one has to have a baby if they don't want one.
Henry:  Buster, boys can't have babies.  Only girls can.
Michael:  Well, I can't have babies and some how I've now got three.
Buster:  Only LADIES can have babies.... and even you Milly.

Nice to know at only four years of age, Buster has determined there are three types of human - man, woman, and Milly.

Things Milly says #10

Milly and I were sitting at the dinner table and she starts up some post-meal conversation.

Milly:  Mumma, what happens if the phone rings right now?
Me:  Well, someone will answer it.
Milly:  No you can't because you'll be dead.
Me:  Oh.  Why will I be dead?

She laughs and changes the subject.

Milly:  Mumma, can people live up to 100?
Me:  Yes.
Milly:  I don't think you will.  Can people live past 100?
Me:  Yes

I'm not sure if she wants me dead or she is subconsciously worried about me dying.  However, five minutes before all this she did ask me if I could "stay with her forever".

Garden update

After cursing the possum for eating the sunflower seedlings the kids had planted, I'm somewhat sad to report that a beheaded and gutted possum was found dead in our carport with its intestines hanging out.  It was a gruesome discovery that Michael took care of and couldn't have happened on a worse day of the week - because the garbage collection had been that morning.  So despite Michael bagging and sealing the possum in three or more bags, its rotting dead body stunk up our garbage bin for a week.  However, there is a passel of possums in our neighbourhood, so we know our vegie garden is still vulnerable.  Despite all this, some things are thriving.

 

 

I can't tell you if the snow peas taste good or not because Henry eats them straight off the vine and I've yet to grab one myself.

 

Waiting to ripen.
 

Basil and lemongrass.
 

I did some research on deterring possums in the garden and one of the non-toxic suggests was to put spikes along fences or areas they climb.  Since I want to protect my seedlings and vegies, I inserted twigs and small branches throughout my vegie patch, and so far so good.

 

 

 

Milly helped me replant some sunflower seeds and they are starting to emerge in the garden.  I'm hoping we haven't left it too late in the season for them thrive.

 



Bowled over

During the school holidays the district libraries held a summer reading club.  Kids had to read 10 books and keep a reading log.  Once finished they were to return their reading log to their local library and they would receive a lucky dip, as well as go in the draw to win some prizes at the end of the holiday.  Well, weren't we the lucky family.  Both Henry and Milly won prizes.  Milly won a trip for two on the Newcastle tram, and Henry won a free family pass to go bowling.

They just don't make bowling shoes in Buster's size.
 

Someone did not stop boasting the whole game who was winning.
 

Still small...

...so very small.
 

Final scores.

Winners are grinners...
 

...and those that came second made what was an enjoyable family outing, a torturous drive home. 

Movie night

The kids love a movie night.  Movie night at our house generally involves the kids picking a movie, Michael obtaining said movie through the internet, dinner, bath, getting in pjs and settling in on the lounge for some movie watching fun.  This weekend we tried to make it a bit more special, but forgot the popcorn.

Pizza....

...and garlic bread.
 

My goodness there was even soft drink (not pictured).

Michael's homemade Choc Tops.

Milly and I made these gingerbread biscuits.
 

I was pretty pleased with my first efforts at making calzone.
 

Inside my calzone.  Tasted pretty good.  Just ask me.
 

"Wreck It Ralph" was the movie of choice.
 

PJs optional.

GUEST POST: Buster and the neck stitches

THIS IS A GUEST POST WRITTEN BY NANOO (AKA MY MUM).  I MUST ALSO WARN YOU THERE ARE SOME GRAPHIC PHOTOS.

I’m sitting at Tiff’s dining room table playing cards with Buster.  He’s right beside me but where he’s usually quite quick to say ‘Snap’, he’s missing a few chances.  The reason is, he’s fascinated by my neck scars and stitches and is staring at them and losing concentration on the game.

You’ve no idea how happy I am that he’s beside me as Milly has fled to her room in horror and Henry is just peering round the corner then skirting around me as I move through the house.  Apart from putting a facial shield around my head like a Taliban Terrorist, I’ve twirled a pretty scarf around my neck to hide the Frankenstein Monster like stitches and staples.  They aren’t pretty but it’s still me!  Oh - and I’ve got a droopy mouth…………

Here’s the back story:

I noticed a little lump in my neck last October and didn’t do anything about it until December (I’d only just been dealing with a stroke!).  Tests revealed it to be a “Level 2 SCC of unknown Primary Origin”.  I was admitted to hospital on 22^nd December for an exploratory tonsillectomy and to get biopsies done on my throat and tongue areas.  That took up a whole 24 days due to my now being on blood thinning medication (re. stroke) and having a couple of bleeds (more surgery).  The little children came to visit me in hospital and learned about intravenous drips, how the bed moved up and down, why I had lots of bruises and lots of other hospital stuff.  We took photos!

 

 

Move forward another month and having found no other cancers from copious scans, FNA’S, MRI’s etc, etc I went back into hospital to get the lump out and adjoining lymph glands.  This was a shorter stay of 6 days but obviously involved a few hours of surgery considering the lifeline of arteries, veins, nerves and general communication equipment that fits into ones neck.  Tiff took some photos and the children decided they’d rather not visit me. 

Today 2^nd March I feel fantastic and ready for a visit to the Head and Neck Radiology department tomorrow for stage 3 of whatever treatment is in store next.

When I looked for my usual cuddle on leaving Tiffs the other day, Henry managed a ‘below the waist’ cuddle, Milly hid beside the fireplace but dear Buster gave me his usual kiss and hug.  I’ll never forget that hug.