I had one of those moments yesterday afternoon when I had to smile and I wished I had my camera but I didn't and even if I did I couldn't have done anything as I was involved.
My step-daughter's friend came over yesterday to borrow some DVD's for a girl's night in. She also brought her adorable baby boy, Ayson, who is about 12 weeks old now. He was born the day after my nephew so Ayson is my substitute nephew for cuddles.
Anyway... I was having my cuddles with him, he is still so cute and new lol. I went inside with him to give him back to his mummy. As I walked into the lounge my granddaughter, Sonia, who is nearly 18 months looked at me carrying another baby and suddenly got all jealous and wanted to be picked up herself.
I managed to crouch down with baby in one arm and pick her up one armed so I had one on each hip. (That sounds so much easier than it was in reality.) Then I went and sat on the couch with one on each knee.
If you thought that was cute... keep reading...
Next thing I know Sonia leans forward and gives Ayson a big hug before kissing him on the mouth. It was just so cute!!! She is so going to be like her mother, late maternal grandmother and great grandmother and have a younger man lol.
Note to self... make sure I take the camera with me next time!!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
It's been a while
Yes it's been a while since I visited the blog... far too long in fact but I have had many a good excuse for my absence.
It started with my Dad being diagnosed with bowel cancer. This came as somewhat of a shock for the family. He had been cancer free for a couple of years after a dice with Non-Hodgekins Lymphoma and a very nasty bout of septicemia the result of which was the loss of several finger-tips.
He went in for surgery so I flew down to Christchurch after he returned home to help him & mum during the recovery process. The first weekend was busy with my sister and her family, including her three-week old baby boy and two other toddlers also there to help out.
My two and a half week visit was extended when mum ended up in hospital as well with a bout of pneumonia. When she finally managed to escape I stayed a few more days before finally flying back home to Auckland nearly a month after I departed.
The week I got home, my mother-in-law, who lives with us, went into hospital for surgery on her back. Some 2 weeks later, and her bout with pneumonia, she came home with a walker, crutches and other additional pieces of furniture.
Less than two weeks after that, I found myself once again trolling the corridors of hospitals, this time with my step-children's maternal grandfather. Unfortunately this time the news was not quite as good as he was diagnosed with an aggressive and inoperable brain tumor. As he is divorced and only has our kids as his only family, it has fallen on my shoulders to be his rock during this time.
In the past three months I've spent more than my share of time in hospital visiting, talking to Doctors, wandering the corridors, discussing treatment options and contemplating the uncertain future of someone else's life.
The only thing I can say is thank goodness I haven't had a job during this period so I have been able to give the people in my life the time they have needed, wanted and deserved to help them through these life changing moments.
It started with my Dad being diagnosed with bowel cancer. This came as somewhat of a shock for the family. He had been cancer free for a couple of years after a dice with Non-Hodgekins Lymphoma and a very nasty bout of septicemia the result of which was the loss of several finger-tips.
He went in for surgery so I flew down to Christchurch after he returned home to help him & mum during the recovery process. The first weekend was busy with my sister and her family, including her three-week old baby boy and two other toddlers also there to help out.
My two and a half week visit was extended when mum ended up in hospital as well with a bout of pneumonia. When she finally managed to escape I stayed a few more days before finally flying back home to Auckland nearly a month after I departed.
The week I got home, my mother-in-law, who lives with us, went into hospital for surgery on her back. Some 2 weeks later, and her bout with pneumonia, she came home with a walker, crutches and other additional pieces of furniture.
Less than two weeks after that, I found myself once again trolling the corridors of hospitals, this time with my step-children's maternal grandfather. Unfortunately this time the news was not quite as good as he was diagnosed with an aggressive and inoperable brain tumor. As he is divorced and only has our kids as his only family, it has fallen on my shoulders to be his rock during this time.
In the past three months I've spent more than my share of time in hospital visiting, talking to Doctors, wandering the corridors, discussing treatment options and contemplating the uncertain future of someone else's life.
The only thing I can say is thank goodness I haven't had a job during this period so I have been able to give the people in my life the time they have needed, wanted and deserved to help them through these life changing moments.
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