This past Friday the kids' grandparents Nema and Grandpa Clark arrived from the States. They had a miserably long travel time after spending 15 hours before their flight driving 500 miles for forgotten passports! They finally came over to our house for their first visit with the kids on Saturday morning. Carmie and Arley were SO excited!! We hung out and caught up for a couple of hours, before the kids starting going stir crazy because they needed to get their energy out. We all took the kids to the neighbourhood park for a play. When we came back home, we discovered that our sneaky dog Bella had gotten into the box of chocolates that they had brought us from the States. She had managed to get it down off the kitchen counter, unwrap it, very neatly take off the lid, and eat every single chocolate inside. Disaster. A pound of chocolate. So I immediately called our vet, who very handily is a friend of ours here as well as the parent of two of Jeff's guitar students, and she met me and the dog at her practice. Bella got an injection which made her throw up copious amounts of chocolate. Now if I didn't think this boded well for the first visit of the grandparents, I was jumping the gun. I left Bella at the vets, drove home, and just as I was turning the corner into our street, I got rear-ended by some guy who decided he was going to overtake me while I was turning right. He then proceeded to tell his insurance company that I had pulled over and then pulled out again in front of him. A complete fabrication, and we got photos of his skid marks to prove it. Super fun times. Talk about drama!!
Things smoothed out a bit after that, and we had a lovely week-end. Arley is being very stubborn and insisting that we call him a girl instead of a boy. He wants to "take his penis off and put on a vagina". He follows Carmie and parrots everything she says and does, and they told me at school today that he yelled at them when they called him Arley, and said he was Carmie instead.
Arley's trip to the paediatrician about his legs went well. The doctor watched him walk and run and go up and down stairs, and said Arley looks fine (of course!). But the doctor also said that he is willing to keep an open mind, and if it happens again, not to wait, just to take Arley straight up to Nowra to see him, and then he will start testing again from scratch, new blood work and X-rays etc. So now of course we are just hoping it never happens again.
Carmie is still doing lots of drawing and painting, and reading. I got some good news: we managed to get Carmie into Milton Public School next year. It is our backup school; we are trying to get her into the new Montessori school that is opening up, but they can't tell us how much it is going to cost yet, so we just don't know if it will be possible. We are zoned for Ulladulla Public, but Milton is a nicer school, so I am really glad that they are letting her in!
OK, fingers crossed that we have no drama this coming week-end. It seems, you never know with us!!
Waiting for Nema and Grandpa Clark
Catching up :)
Sunday TV dinner night after dinner treat
Studio shot from today, with my three latest finished paintings :)
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