Weekend away

They call this place Banana Beach but it is certainly bereft of any bananas even from this convenient vantage. Spending some time with Dads nephew and family and I get to hang out with Sophie who is my age .

Look Dad no support

At the grand old age of 18 months I am now able to stand by myself for short periods. Now if I can just get those feet moving this house is going to have a torrid time.

Down by the River (17 months)

 

Can’t believe Dad doesn't bring me down here more often. I mean he only has to carry my 9kgs for about five minutes to get here. All this water that keeps rushing past. Wonder why someone has not closed their taps. We had to watch for mambas and other critters but mostly its just the water that rushes past. I could sit here all day it’s so peaceful. We are truly blessed. Can’t wait to start walking.

Swing Low

Ok just for once I approve Dads recycling obsession. These are old roof batons also left over by the builders. Even the rope was found in the river below and is genuine mountaineering standard. As all the tall trees are in the valley my swing was simply attached to the roof overhang on the patio. I really can’t get enough of being pushed and let him know by loud wails if I’m removed  before I’ve had enough. One really has a tough time training this parent of mine. You would think by now he would know a girls needs. 

Sandman

Can you believe this. Durban is famous for their beaches that stretch on for kilometres. All I get is this little patch of sand in a box Dad knocked together from old roof trusses left over from the alterations. I am practising my sand sculptures like those guys at the real beachfront. Who knows maybe l’ll get a few tips one day. This sand is also pretty damp after all the rains so to add insult to injury I have to sit on a water proof bag. As soon as those holiday barriers come down on Durban's beachfront i will demand the real thing.

Electrical Short Circuits

 

So the special doctor that looks inside my head says there are some odd electrical firings going on even while I sleep. He wants me to take this syrup stuff three times a day. Not only that, my now squeamish Dad took me for a blood test but asked the nice nurse ladies to do it in the back rooms. I made sure he could still hear my screams as they poked me with a sharp needle. Alls well that ends well and blood is normal. Bad news is after three weeks they do it again to see if the epilepsy medication agrees with me.In the meantime those that know these things said I must get a pegboard to help with my fine motor skills. Well Durban simply does not have any so Dad made me one with scraps from his garage. Will have to do for now I guess. He is such a cheapskate and says I only get pretty colours when he finds some safe paint that I can chew on.

Just in Case

Today Dad did the oddest of things. First he keeps me awake all morning then gives me something to sleep then still tries to keep me awake. Eventually he bundles me into the car and off we go for an EEG scan. I am now in my second wind and refuse to sleep. At the hospital I eventually give in for twenty minutes which is enough time to connect me up to look like a Christmas tree. The nice lady records my brain patterns which the special doctor with the nice toys will analyze next week. Apparently they are searching for any sign of seizure activity which is all related to some kind of trauma or “insult” that I had around my birth. I am already favoring my right hand which should only happen at the age of three. I have also been trying to stand up but only manage to arch my back on all fours like a yoga pose. Otherwise the special doctor was pleased with all my other tests and said only time will tell. He told Dad to organize me some playmates to hang out with. I could have told him that long ago. Oh yes as soon as I got home I slept for the next ten hours. That will teach them to keep me awake when I want to sleep!