Monday, March 28, 2011

early morning ramblings

we here in the madhouse do whats known as co-sleep. that is we have a family bed for those that wish to sleep in it. Surprisingly it actually provides a lot of entertainment at random times of the day and night.

heres an example of things said during the wee hours over the last few days.


Im sorry i know my elbow isnt all that comfortable but theres not alot i can do about that.

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................. lalalalalala (as said my little miss)

excuse me but i dont think your feet should be in my eye could you spin around.

its 3am thats sleep time not play time please get comfy again and go back to sleep

little miss your hogging all the blanket

Jnr could you lay along the bed please not across it

is my tummy a comfy pillow?

is my knee a comfy pillow

shhhhh dont wake the baby

Mr Madhouse is that your arm?

whos toes are in my mouth?

i honestly dont sleep as well if there isnt at least 3 people in the bed.


Friday, March 25, 2011

conversations

*Mr madhouse freaking out*

OMG OMG oh crap oh crap!!!

whats up?

um nothing *sounding all innocent trying not to laugh*

No seriously whats up?

um you know the vacuum cleaner? i just walked into it and had visions of standing on a rake

um babe your in the kitchen *me giggling*

shudddup it worked in my head

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

craziness

Things in the Madhouse are pretty busy atm. Mr Madhouse is going overseas on a quick 10 day holiday in the upcoming weeks.

Jnr and Little Miss are sick i think Little miss has Parvo (slapcheek, 5th disease) and i have the final installment of treatment coming up so craziness rules.

We now have 2 new babies in our clan one born yesterday and one the day before. A little boy and a little girl so much love is going out to their parents.

Im looking forward to my holiday overseas in a few months for lots of cuddles.

I turned down a job in the ambulance field because it doesnt have the hours im after and is too hard to make it as flexible as i need but ive been offered another job that i am thinking about taking.

Jnr Madhouse is rocking on with his home learning and is building so much on his recongision of letters and numbers. It all seems to be coming to him really easily and hes so eager so while hes keen we are into it.

I have more to tell you but we have dinner guests arriving in a few hours so better get ready...



Monday, March 21, 2011

Day 64

Day 63


Noone will tell me who did it but it feels like someone is watching me

Day 62



sometimes i wonder how 5 kids and 2 adults fit

Day 61




Little miss helping me change the oil in my car, we had some friends arrive that seemed surprised that 1) i knew how to do it and 2) Mr Madhouse was happy drinking beer shooting the breeze with them while i did it.

My car my maintenance

Day 60

Day 59

Day 58

Day 57

Jnr Madhouse having a go with the camera again. Quite like this one

Day 56

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Day 55

Day 54

Day 53

day 52

Day 51

Day 50


im working backwards from today for these photos forgive me

Jnr Madhouse and Little miss Jamming pencil drumsticks! rock on


wholly crap batman



so this is what Kawasaki disease looks like.

Jnr Madhouse is one sick little boy

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Im back


Ok im back... sort of

I have loads of photos and things to write about but as it edges closer to tomorrow rather than today im going to put it off until the morning.

But ill leave you with this photo of Jnr Madhouse.

He got new gumboots today, he does love his gumboots.

His pair from last year he out grew, had no tread left on the bottom and were split down the sides but there were still tears when he had to give them up.

This year ive been clever and brought 2 pair.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Crazy

Been super crazy here sorting out a long overdue holiday i promise ill be back in a couple days!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

More onroad tales

When i was a few years into my career as a Paramedic i had this one call, it was a lady in a nursing home who you couldnt help but love.

Sometimes when shit gets tough i find myself thinking of her and her unshakable spirit.

It was a stinking hot day and i was working with W, we had pulled up at a rest home to a fall incident.

before i had even walked in her room she cursed at me and yell that i wasnt taken her anywhere, she wasnt going to no damn hospital.

She laughed and looked at me, i greeted her with a smile and said well lets just get a look at ya aye.

She was a tough old duck but so lovely, her spirit was strong and through all she had been through she smiled and laughed, her laugh was infectious one you couldnt help but laugh along with.

When she laughed though she let out a whimper... her hip hurt.

Elderly ladies quite often break their hips in falls, the other is a femur but i suspected a hip.

i did a assessment and my fears were correct, her hip was purple and swollen.

I thought it best that we give her some pain relief before we moved her onto the chair and get her out of that maze they called a nursing home.

I told her i'd put a line in while W went for the chair.

"miss and i'll take the needle out myself and poke you in the eye"

Huh no pressure then

I got the line in first try which i was grateful for cause i kinda have a feeling she was serious.

We got morphine onboard and her into the chair.

On the way to the hospital i sat in the back carrying out my checks and chatting with her.

L was an amazing woman i could have chatted with her all day, she was a refugee from the second world war and at the tender age of 9 witnessed her whole family being slain while she hid in a ditch. She use to hide in the trenches of dead bodies when she heard anyone getting close and scavenge for food out of bins and where ever she could. She mostly lived in the woods doing her best to avoid the Germans.

She sat there in the back sharing with me history sharing tales of her children and grandchildren and things she had done over the years.

Her spirit was amazing, her laugh infectious, she had a sharp tounge that made her a pain in the ass but at the same time a pleasure she was a proud woman and we became friends.

I later worked in the nursing home she was living in because she never did regain her ability to walk, i would sit with her and listen to her stories on my lunch break, i became friends with her family and yesterday i received an email from her son telling me she had passed away.

I wish her peace now and only hope that one day i will be just as fiery as she was.



Monday, March 7, 2011

morning in the Madhouse

It was shortly before dawn when she felt a tingle in her tummy, hmm i need somewhere to unload this but where?

She scans the room but can barely make anything out in the predawn light.

Fuck it she thinks and decides to strike the person closest to her.

With stealth she quietly undoes her nappy making sure the velcro doesnt make enough noise to wake her victim.

She POUNCES

Screams cry out from her victim. Ahhh honey thats just wrong.

She sits back giggling and admires her handy work. Mummy is awake now and needs a shower.

She also needs to change the sheets

The liquid gold makes mummys hair cling to her face and as she sits up she copes a ponytail in the mouth... awesome

Later that day after mummy has changed and showered she gets another rumble in her tummy.

Oh no i know what this feeling is. She waddles up to mummy as fast as she can but that blasted woman is too busy reading to her brother to take any notice.

She tries and tries again to get her attention pointing to her palm like she was shown.

That stupid bat looks at her and says yes baby a chicken, thinking she was signing the word chicken instead of what she was actually doing.

frustrated she starts tugging at mummys leg, mummy asks that could daddy please pay her some attention to her but its becoming clear its almost too late.

She tries again this time in desperation.

No dice.

Well woman dont say i didnt try as she sulks off into the living room and takes a dump in the washing basket full of clean clothes to be folded and put away.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

what can i say

so Jnr madhouse has a thing about his nose, everything and anything gets put up there.

I still remember the first time i found this out, i was changing his nappy and saw something up there. I squeezed his nostril only to be greeted by not one but two peas slimy and slightly mushed coming out.

Lately though its been his finger and although we have tonnes of tissues within easy reach of him he still insists on shoving his finger up there.

I insisted today he blow his nose on a tissue instead of picking the booger out with his finger.

After much debate he agreed to blow in said tissue, the downside of this is he also insists on inspecting whatever comes out.

He blew, i carefully opened tissue and showed him while asking "is that what it was bud?"

to his response

I dont know mummy hang on *shoves finger up nose*

Sigh

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

ahhh what?

This afternoon Jnr Madhouse was walking around the house with his finger up his nose looking quite perplexed.

I asked him what he was doing.

mummy i have to keep my finger up my nose cause my brain will fall out.

hmm there you go peeps apparently your brain falls out your nose.

day 46

day 45

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Conversations with a 3 yr old

Look bud mummy brought you some new shoes

NO! mummy they are my songs

huh? your songs?

Yeah my new songs mummy

Bud do you mean they are your new jandles?

No mum *sigh* they are songs...

Ok bud can you put your thongs on then