Kayleigh was our oldest child and as the oldest it meant that some things she did she had never seen happen to anyone else in the family before. A classic example was when she got her first loose tooth.
Now we had always stressed the importance of cleaning her teeth so imagine her complete shock when one day, in kindergarten, one of her bottom teeth had become wobbly. Kayleigh asked her dad and I what was happening - she looked really really worried. We told her that her teeth were going to come out and she would grow new ones. Kayleigh looked at us horrified - and then started crying. I had to give her hugs until she calmed down enough to tell us what was wrong. Kayleigh told us she didn't want her teeth to fall out, it actually scared her and she thought ALL of her teeth were going to fall out all at once. Maybe we explained it badly? I had to talk slowly through it and that only the woobly tooth would come out and then a new tooth would replace it. She was still a little apprehensive until the tooth fairy gave her $2 for it, then she couldn't wait to lose the next one :-)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
On your birthday
On this day, 15 years ago, I was in labour, and finally saw you for the first time at 23:23 (11:23 pm). The first thing you did was sneeze. Today, looking back on your life I remember the little thing we did together and the little thing you did by yourself that made you the person that you were.
I remember laying down next to you when you were little and over tired, hugging you and singing to you until you finally stop struggling and eventually went to sleep.
I remember sitting with you reading a book and you being more interested in what your dad was doing than the pictures on the page.
I remember you playing with your dad's tools and playing golf in the backyard.
I remember you grinning at me when you had done the wrong thing.
I remember you trying to tell a lie, me looking straight at you and you breaking out laughing and admitting the truth.
I remember talking to you every night as you went to bed about the people you spoke to at school and what your friends talked about.
I remember fighting with you and you trying to see if you were physically stronger than me (you never were) , and trying to find the boundaries and I remember holding you down on your bed, hugging you until you calmed down.
Most of all I remember you smiles, your laugh and the love you gave. I remember the hugs you gave me every afternoon when I got home from work. And I remember you saying 'I Love you' and I listen to you say it each week on the message you left on my phone.
I remember laying down next to you when you were little and over tired, hugging you and singing to you until you finally stop struggling and eventually went to sleep.
I remember sitting with you reading a book and you being more interested in what your dad was doing than the pictures on the page.
I remember you playing with your dad's tools and playing golf in the backyard.
I remember you grinning at me when you had done the wrong thing.
I remember you trying to tell a lie, me looking straight at you and you breaking out laughing and admitting the truth.
I remember talking to you every night as you went to bed about the people you spoke to at school and what your friends talked about.
I remember fighting with you and you trying to see if you were physically stronger than me (you never were) , and trying to find the boundaries and I remember holding you down on your bed, hugging you until you calmed down.
Most of all I remember you smiles, your laugh and the love you gave. I remember the hugs you gave me every afternoon when I got home from work. And I remember you saying 'I Love you' and I listen to you say it each week on the message you left on my phone.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The turnip play
In either Kindergarten or year one, Kayleigh had the lead role in a play at the year assembly. She was the only one that had to speak and she was chosen because she had a nice loud voice that would carry through the hall. The play was based on the story of the farmer who wanted to pull out a turnip from the ground, and it was too hard so got help (by his wife, the horse, the cat, the dog etc). Each time a new 'helper' was added Kayleigh had to yell '1,2,3'. The funny thing was that the (rather large cardboard) turnip - which was velcro'ed onto the back of a table on a sheet - kept falling off, so Kayleigh basically had to hold it steady and pretend that it wasn't about the hit the floor. Then when it was supposed to be 'pulled' out of the ground, the turnip finally stuck and Kayleigh pulled it up sheet and all. She then had to wrestled with the sheet to get the turnip off. It was all rather funny. Kayleigh took it all in her stride (some young kids would have been devastated) and laughed as well. I was proud of her.
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