We rarely take the dogs out for a walk during the day for three reasons.
1. Safely walking two boisterous dogs together with two children on wheels is a handful,
2. They are old and arthritic now, so walkies usually results in two incapacitated canines for the next two days,
3. In the ensuing melee of getting two writhing dogs into their harnesses, organising drinks and snacks, getting the aforementioned wheels ready at the front door and dusting off a tonne of dog hair from my clothes and trying to look presentable, one of the children will get her finger caught in a bedroom door, split it open, break the bone, scream hysterically for an hour and then spend the next ten and a half hours waiting around and having surgery at Box Hill Hospital.
It's two weeks now since that fateful day and all H has to show for it is a little bandaid on her left ring finger. She did have a ridiculously large cast on for the first ten days, but despite that she managed to dance her way through two ballet concerts and showed some amazing inner strength and determination.
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| a spotty puppy |
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| backstage fun |
In the midst of all the finger drama, R celebrated her 6th birthday. She's entered an interesting stage of development - so proud to be six yet at the same time frightened to be getting older.
During the year she would declare that she'd start Gumnut Guides and ballet when she turned six.
Now when we mention it she gets all nervous and upset at the thought. I do tell her that it really doesn't matter whether she starts or not, but she does take these things very seriously.
Like her sister she is very determined and I think she will take the plunge, but it won't be as easy for her.
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| 6 years young |
The days are flying by - some are great, others not. Tonight we created a Zone of Peace. We lit candles
and listened to some soothing Christmas music. A little later the girls took off to bed, tired but calm
after our dinner out. It was a lovely way to end the night and hopefully we can do it every evening.
