A silly story

When I was a youngish adult my parents went away somewhere for a bit and I went back home to look after the cats (and the house). Mum told me a story when they got back.

Dad was freting about the cats, were they ok? were they being fed? He announced that he would ring my sister, let's call her 'Lucy', to see if they were ok:

Mum said "Lucy? why would you call Lucy?"
Dad ~ "because she is looking after them!"
Mum ~ "No she is not"
Dad ~ "Oh! well, I'll call the other one then"

Hence forth I have been known as 'the other one'

I have had laryngitis for the past couple of days, my voice is barely an audible whisper (and unfortunately not at all husky and sexy). This evening I called my mum.

Me ~ "Hi Mum"
Mum ~ "Hello darling, what is wrong?"
Me ~ "I have laryngitis"
Mum ~ "Again?"
Me ~ "I've had it before?"
Mum ~ "Yes, I think so, a few months ago"
Me ~ "Oh? (feeling rather foolish to have forgotten such a thing), well then, yes"
Mum ~ "Are you at work?"
Me ~ "No, why would I be at work?"
Mum ~ "Well you were earlier"
Me ~ "Mum, it is me, the other one"

Crafting in my wee one's down time

My poor wee girl has had a couple of trips to The Children's Hospital in the last week. She is so little and was so sick ~ frightened the life out of me. She is well on her way back to her silly, busy little self now and has managed quite a few giggles. Nasty virus was the final 'diagnosis' the doctors couldn't come up with anything better, was all a bit odd.

I had a fair bit of time on my hands while nursing my sleeping baby on my lap and while sitting beside her watching the tubes drip hydration fluids in her nose and vein ~ marvellous how well a bit of 'juice' peps up a dehydrated child.

When my beloved left to collect things from home I said "bring my crochet". I am loving that I can hold a sleeping baby twisted in tubes, myself curled up in a big armchair and crochet over the top of the lot!

A sneak peek of what I did in my hospital down time, they are gifts you see so can't go spoiling any surprises.

Back home again she has done a fair bit of sleeping so I have been busy making quilt confetti

and in my beloved's words "making an army of gnomes" who are so patiently waiting for me to finish their hats.

 

My bebe is sick

I'll be back as soon as she is laughing again.

I am sick, horribly, pathetically...it might be as bad as man flu

The wee girl is sick

sleep is evading all of us..hope to be back soon.