Josh and I had some photo time this morning. It’s not like he can run away from me. Hee hee.. in my clutches.. mwah har har harrrr. I got a bit carried away. I apologise in advance.
Here’s a half hour of Child #1. (#2 was at a friends and #3 and #4 were mesmerised by the playstation, so Josh has my full photographic attention – poor kid)
We give Josh jobs to do just like the other kids. Fair’s fair. #4 had done the dishes, #3 had tidied the lounge and #2 had cleaned the bathroom.
Josh’s job this morning was to sort the junk mail from the good mail.
Me.. I just take photos, and order the children around to run the house for me.
I guess he thought it was all junk.
No-one loves junk mail like Joshy does. The joy of scratching through each page, scrunching it up, flicking it and throwing it overboard.
Looking looking, ever so hard at the colours. It makes a cool sound if you scrunch it up close to your ear, and he makes himself giggle if he accidentally touches his ear with it.
it keeps him amused for ages.. and me too.
This kid works quick as lightning.
Anyone passing by just picks them up for him and pops them back on his tray for his playing pleasure. He is lucky to have brothers who will fetch toys and pick up lost ones. You really have to go through the junk mail at least 3 times to get the full benefit. After that, it’s too soggy for anyone to retrieve from the floor and the ‘gross’ factor prevents any further help from loving siblings. No matter how much love there is, if there is dribble involved there is not much chance.
Uh oh. The fun’s over. It’s lunch time and that means Blood Sugar Level time. (BSL)
Just imagine how many BSL’s this kid has had in his life.
Imagine how many books we have filled with numbers. He’s been diabetic for 12 and a half of his (almost) 13 years. On average 4 BSL’s a day. Some maths whiz would be able to add that up I am sure. That’s sure is a lot of pricks on little fingers.
Very little fingers. The softest touch. Oh how I love this little hands.
And oh how I hate to prick these little fingers to draw blood. Joshy doesn’t complain though. Not like I would. I would whinge and sook and try to get out of it.
I wonder how many little drops of blood that would add up to over the years?
Daniel says this photo looks like I have cut his finger off in this photo.. It’d be easier if that were the case, he wriggles a lot, but I assure you I did nothing of the sort. Now, as i am typing Matthew comes up and say oh Eww Mum, it looks like you are holding his finger, eww. I really should have thought more about depth of field in this shot. Sorry. Trust me… Josh still has his finger attached.
He has a lot of built up energy from being in his chair. And by “energy” I mean the kinetic kind.. Wind energy.
So this works within 5 mintues. By rights we should give him another BSL to make sure he comes down, but I can’t bear to. We know what the result would say, and it would be good, so that’s good enough for us.