So. What happens is, when you’re a really tiny baby, first you choose who you want for your Daddy, from a picture, then you go down a slippery slide, then you choose who you want your Mummy to be, from a picture, then you go down another slippery slide. BUT! You have to make sure the door isn’t locked. Then you land in your Mummy’s tummy and grow and grow until you’re ready to come out.
Apparently my door isn’t locked yet (hmmm). And although Chelsea already has babies in her tummy (she talks about them a lot – sometimes they light fires, they roll around, they kick her, they eat all the food she gives them…) her door is locked until she’s a grown up.
Now where did I put that key…
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Monday, 22 September 2008
We stayed for nearly a week with Helen and David, Nicholas and Daniel. It was lovely, relaxing and fun and Chelsea and Nicholas got on like a house on fire! They kind of started up again from where they left off nearly four years earlier.
Here they are being industrious with some play-doh Helen made.
Posted by Cinta at 21:44
We got off the plane from the UK and virtually went straight into hospital with Sienna. It turned out she had a urinary tract infection – we stayed at the Wesley for 3 nights until she was better. The huge bandage/splint on her arm was just to hold the drip in… holding her down with two other nurses while the doctor put the drip in was one of the worst things I’ve had to experience as a mother. But I loved them for their care, knowledge and understanding; before long we had our happy smiley girl back in perfect health!
Posted by Cinta at 20:55