For those of you who have been checking, with no changes to the blog in over a week, I apologize. There have been some issues lately that have made adult conversation (because that's what this time of sharing is for me) impossible. Last Tuesday, my computer took a nosedive for the worse. It always had character, like everything of mine, and that's the way I like it. Sort of like how Bertha (my old grey Honda) would turn her windshield wipers on if you hit a set or train tracks, a bump, or just because... those are things that make me feel justified in naming my 'toys'. Todd thinks it's crazy, but I love the character. Anyways, character or no, the computer decided he was done with me. I took it in and was given an estimate of a reasonable amount up to a new computer amount. Needless to say, I kept the computer and decided I'd ventured into a techie world that required my husband. That was when I first started feeling odd. The rest of that day and the next, I was tired and achy... that never bodes well. Wednesday, I dropped Todd off at the airport for his last planned trip away from home. He was off to Switzerland and would be gone for six days. When he first booked the trip, we were both so concerned about him being here for Em's first birthday, we didn't even think about Mother's Day, until it was too late. Oh well. So he was off and I woke up Thursday morning wishing I could just go into a 24 hour coma. I officially had the flu and my daughter didn't. It was awful, but we gutted through, and thankfully on Friday, Rosina, my South African grandma, came over and took care of me just like my Grams from home would have. She took care of Em and I, as well as the workers who decided that was the PERFECT day to fix the window that's been broken since we got here. She took care of it all, and the house was clean. I swear, she has super powers! So back to the story, this whole time, I'd also noticed an old injury creeping up on me. In 7th grade I bruised/fractured my tailbone. Seeing as how they could do nothing, x-rays seemed pointless to me. I just listened to how to care for it, and took the warning that this would most likely plague me for years, which it has, but no more than any other injury. So when I was down with the flu, I felt the discomfort from that, but I was laying on the couch most of the time- no problem. I'd be healed up in a few days.
Sunday afternoon at some point, Em woke up from her nap and I began the monumental task of getting up the stairs to change her and bring her back down (no I didn't go to church, I was an achy heathen at home, celebrating the Sabbath with my daughter). What I didn't realize was that Lani, who had had very little interaction with anyone other than Em since Thursday morning, was feeling neglected and decided to side-step the gate up the stairs. I was half way down the stairs when I realized, a little too late, that my hyper dog was between my legs wanting attention. Well, she got it in the form or all three of us backsliding down half a dozen stairs, Em scared to tears, me wishing I had the energy to throw the dog from the stairs out the back door because my backside hurt so badly, and Murray loving the ride and letting me know it was time to do it all again! So what started as bum annoyance was now full-fledged pain. No computer, no husband, my daughter running all over the house and me sitting on a bag of frozen pea's- Happy Mother's Day!
That pretty much brings us up to date. The computer is going to techie hospital today, my bum is still sore beyond words and Em turns one in less than 36 hours (SA time). It is unbelievable to me... that she's so big, that I'm so sore, and that the dog has already added chapters to the Lani & Me book we're putting together.... I tell you all this not so you can say, "Shame, poor girl," but rather count your blessings today, and when something goes wrong, smile or laugh and remember, it could be so much worse... you could be sitting on frozen peas with me!
Todd and I have been married for almost 4 years, and we have never owned a headboard. We looked at them in the States, but knowing we were leaving it seemed like a waste of money. I had always wanted to spend a little bit of money and find a great fabric and make my own, but by the time you buy the wood, fabric and all the 'fixings' it would be about the same price as buying a cheap one. 
