Hiya! It’s Me and Mister C…

Hello… More rain and some snow fall around us this weekend; we were expecting a thick white blanket of snow yesterday morning (as per the weather forecast). We had experienced three glorious separate snow fall occasions, last year around the same time; but we were all a little disappointed, to only have some frosty bits around the grounds (maybe more next time?). It was wonderful to see large soft snow flakes falling to the ground; the girls and Mister C was really excited, to hear we may get some snow over the weekend. Mister C came down early in the morning, and said he was sad there was no BIG snow around. “Maybe tomorrow?” I said; giving him a big morning hug. Later in the morning, Mister C said, “Snow is very heavy, like ice and it can break branches. I love snow! It’s nice and soft; it’s good that it comes all the way from Heaven to us.”…

The Tooth Fairy came to our house this morning! (Phew! I remembered…). I can report, the Fairy did make it through the cold, rain and snow to deliver two balloons, a choc treat and a shiny two-dollar coin for Mister C. As a tradition (over eleven years now) the Tooth Fairy has visited our home (like many homes); when a little tooth has popped out for the girls and now Mister C (as nature intended). We always place the tooth in a special tiny gold rimmed port (crystal) glass, and fill it with some warm water (to soak a little I guess!). A scented candle is then lit and sat next to the port glass; a picture or a special note is sometimes drawn for the Tooth Fairy (and sometimes not). Husband would always say, “We best leave the front door unlocked, for the Tooth Fairy to be able to come in and take the special tooth.” … But of course, we as parents know that doesn’t happen (even in our safe town); it is important for the minds of children (particularly Mister C) not to worry about how the Tooth Fairy, is going to get into the house (and parents don’t want a grumpy child the next day from lack of sleep- waiting up for the Fairy…).

Mister C lost a front eye tooth (right) last Wednesday. He also lost another tooth last night; the similar eye tooth, now on the left side of the front teeth. It is interesting how teeth fall out; I have noticed over the years, they usually come out in two’s or three’s over a couple of weeks (no expert there, just lots of experience!) The girls often lost their teeth at the same time too (bit spooky- don’t you think?); I think the Tooth Fairy had a bed made up, at our place for a long while there! I have to giggle, Mister C did look a bit like Dracula last night, with the missing eye teeth; the big front ones now so pronounced (we won’t hold it against him- he’s still young and handsome!).

Mister C was most proud of himself; telling Dad and I, that he was able to wobble the first tooth out himself, with no help from Widy (our expert tooth twister). I think as more teeth come out, children are less frightened of the new experience; while some end up playing with the loose teeth (and tease the parents with it too sometimes! Hiya L.C- we love you!) Mister C proudly showed me the second tooth was loose, and that he could get it out himself. I was surprised by his confidence and lack of fear this time; sure enough, after grabbing a tissue, Mister C twisted the tooth slightly and it just popped out! (Well done, my son!). Mister C commented, “I got this tooth out all by myself too. That’s two teeth in one week, this time- WOW! I hope I get another balloon, party popper, choc coin and dollar coin like last time?” (Our Tooth Fairy has lots of tricks hidden in the cupboard).

I recall back in January of this year; Mister C had complained one of his teeth was loose before going to school. I had inspected it and said, “It wasn’t quite ready to come out yet; it would come out when it was ready.” Mister C went to school; I recall when he came home later that afternoon, he was quite sad and said, “My tooth fell out today! I swallowed it when I ate my lunch!” Mister C didn’t want to swallow another tooth like last time. He often reminds me of that occasion; he was relieved the Tooth Fairy did come that night, with no tooth to give back…

Righto, I promised to write a more cheerful blog this week, after the sad tones from last week (sorry couldn’t be helped). So… Instead of writing about stories from 2017 this week; I thought it more fitting to share some comments from Husband, the girls and Mister C, about what menopause meant to them (a little bit funny). As I may have already mentioned (or not?); I finally worked out over the past couple of weeks, I am (sadly or happily- unsure there!) going through the ‘change of life’ at present. Let’s dissect it a little bit- why not?…

I am no expert on these topics; but without revealing too much personal details, (I know) Husband said, “People don’t really want to read about all that stuff!” … I have been showing symptoms of early menopause for over twelve months now; without really thinking much of it (probably a good thing?). Some tears were shed, on the thought of having a seven -year-old and going through menopause; it can be quite a surreal moment (don’t you think?), while also being the basis of all our family jokes, at home this week (Husband can be next week?!).

According to the Australasian Menopause Society (didn’t know there was one until now! Thank-you for the expert wisdom), menopause can be defined as, ‘the change of life’ as it marks the end of a woman’s reproductive life. Some of us ladies are cheering, some are crying; while others are saying who cares! This change of life is natural; it happens to all women who have reproductive organs, and the two main hormones that flow through our wonderous bodies. It not only affects the woman in question (yes- me at present); but it also (sorry!) affects their family, friends and workplace colleagues. It is uncontrollable at most times (of which I recently found out); support and care (with lots of cuddles) is needed for the woman to get though an (often) difficult time of their life. Of course, I have often said (and many others too) laughter is the BEST medicine. It helps to break down barriers; it is also good for us women to have a little laugh at ourselves (and with others) too…

As I previously mentioned, here are some anecdotes about menopause from the family; I thought I’d share…

“What do you think the term menopause means, Mister C?” I said, while sitting together at the dining table after lunch yesterday… “Oh, what… MENO-paws? Maybe a HOT fart, from an old chook, Mummy!”… “What does menopause mean, Dad?” Mister C asked Husband, as he came back up the staircase. “I don’t know about that, my son,” Husband said shyly. “Maybe it’s when an old lady gets even older… I know! It’s when a woman goes into her twilight years!” … “Huh?” called Mister C; “Don’t you mean the ‘Twilight Zone’, Dad?!”… “Yes, my son; actually, that is exactly what I mean!” Dad laughed and nodded vigorously… “So, Mummy really has gone into the Twilight zone after all!” Mister C said, looking surprised…

Later I asked Flossy, what menopause meant to her; while giving her some Mum cuddles after lunch. Flossy replied, “I think it’s when some women get really grumpy, cause they’re HOT all the time! They complain a lot and eat lots of food!”… I then asked Widy, what she thought about menopause; after she got home from work at Maccas (a long eight hour shift wearing a mask all day-poor thing!). Widy replied, “It’s the change of life, Mum. It’s the HOT flushes and grumpy mood, that older women go through later in life. It’s happening to you now, Mum; why is that?”…

A Word from Mister C…

“You know, Daddy?” Mister C said, while on the swing outside; “Snow is like God farting on you, from up in the clouds. He does the fart and it goes down through the soft clouds; and it then comes down very quickly as snow. It’s just as soft as gooey marshmallows, and I love it! … “Oh!” said Dad, trying not to laugh. “What about the rain, my son?”… “Well, Daddy; rain is God weeing on all of us!”… (Please no disrespect meant here).

Stay tuned…

For more silly and zany stories from 2017… In our own personal way, we all quietly grieve the loss of our dear Opa, remembering him fondly; while Mister C continues to call Opa on his trusty toy phone, telling Opa about his day… Husband warms to my newish car (the kids think it’s great!); calling the blue shiny car ‘Ken’ (our older black car was affectionately named ‘Barbie’!). We put the offer in to purchase our ‘forever’ property; we have all well and truly fallen in love with the whole house and acreage. The offer is accepted and we plan to move (again) mid-March (arrg!); I keep telling myself it will be all worth it all in the end…