The Break

Well our little girl has her first "break". It's only a green stick fracture (really it's a very tiny crack in her wrist on the xray) but it's enough to put her in a cast for 4 weeks.

She was supposed to be having a rest in her bedroom, when I heard a loud bang followed by tears. She'd fallen off a tiny table (not even 30cm high) and landed on her arm.

On initial inspection, she was saying "I can't move my arm" but about 5 minutes later, she'd stopped crying and could move arm and hand so I nearly didn't go to the doctor, but thought I should check - just in case...

I was very surprised when he said it was fractured and she would need a cast. I really expected the xray to show nothing and thought I would be written off as another case of the "over protective mother" who runs off to the doctor needlessly.

We'll here she is within hours of having the cast on - looking quite pleased with herself! Of course, we had to ring all the rellies to let them know what had happened.

A few hours into the night though and she was in tears saying, "I don't want my green stick fracture!"

These photos were taken a few days later - she had just been jumping off her slide so clearly she hasn't learnt her lesson from all this.

Being the little daredevil she is, I'm certain we're in for years of heart stopping moments, but hopefully this will be the only one requiring a cast and sling.

Seal Kisses

D loves the seal show at Underwater World so usually as we leave, we need to go past the seal statue at the Wharf so she can give it a kiss.

Just to show how much she's grown lately, this photo below was taken in October last year...

And this was March this year...

A Nice Outing

This year we bought Underwater World annual passes (given that it's so close to home) and it's such a perfect little outing to do with our 3 year old.

The great thing is that we can go for just an hour or as long as we want. Great for a rainy day when you're going stir crazy and need to get out of the house.

I recently took her for a visit while the Easter holidays were on. She really enjoys walking through the tunnel underneath to see all the fish and sharks. She's just learnt about "schools of fish" so she spent the whole time saying, "There's another school, and another...". We always take time to say "hi" to the otters (even though they're nearly always sleeping) and her favourite thing of all is the seal show, and this time there was a brand new one so she was in her element.

And when it was time to leave, there was a huge inflatable Dora and Diego jumping castle with built in car, slide, etc at the Wharf. She also got to ride on a little "boat" and posed in front of the shark and crocodile statues.

All up, it was a great morning!

A New Day

Our 3 year old daughter recently had her first day at kindy.

Hubby and I had decided that she could really benefit from one day a week in a different environment, meeting new kids and learning to take instruction from a teacher. So we enrolled her a few weeks back and then regularly discussed it with her until she started so she knew what to expect. We told her how fun and exciting it would be and all the sorts of things she'd be able to do while she's there.

The day before her first day, I suddenly start to think, "Mmm this might be a little sad (for both of us)". And then the big day arrives! Mummy's got everything labelled and lunch box packed. We say goodbye to Daddy in the morning and off we go.

Well, we arrive at kindy, walk in the door and she's off. Not so much as a look back and she's playing with her (soon to be) friends. So I loiter around a while, putting her bag in the right spot, and lunch in the fridge. Quick chat to the teacher. Then - "Honey Mummy's going now. Do you want to come and say goodbye?" D (from a distance, waving) - "Bye Mum".

So I guess it wasn't all that sad for her, and I'm happy to say, I ran around like a crazy woman all day doing so many jobs that I didn't have time to feel sad either. She's been twice now and absolutely LOVES it! She keeps asking, "Is it kindy day tomorrow?"

Now I think we both look forward to Fridays.

(She still tells me when we get home though - "I missed you Mummy" - which is nice)

Aw, my little girl's growing up so fast...