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!

Riding High (13 months)

I must say the view from up here is interesting. Right now I think I have a lot more hair than Dad does. Then again I have never had a haircut in thirteen months.  Weighing in at 8.2 kgs I am now crawling around the house in my own inimitable fashion. Dad is sure relieved and I suppose now he expects me to start talking and walking. In the meantime we await the big appointment with the clever doctor on 24 October when once and for all we will dissect all those scans and reports. I have news for him though as I know i will pass with flying honors.

The big One

So I’m now one year old already. Friends family and neighbours gathered with me to celebrate this grand milestone. So many people and so many presents. Thank you all. Dad said he will ration them out to me so I don’t get overwhelmed. What a cheek!! it’s my party after all. My big sister (she with the red hair) also turned 25 today and when my party ended hers started. I was packed off to bed while they danced the night away. Life just isn’t fair but you wait my turn will come.

The Big One

Can you believe I am nearly one year old already. Yes good people I am personally inviting you all to my party. There will be food and drink and balloons and all that party stuff. The cake has been ordered already. So make sure you update your busy diary and make a note for Saturday 20 August between 2 and five in the afternoon. If you need directions my Dad will sort you. Just call him on 082 570 5364. See you there.