Since Grace squished her finger in the door she has wanted to have a plaster on her finger. After two days under a plaster the wound looked, well, terrible – all white and mushy. With little prospect of not putting a plaster on her finger we applied some parent brain and devised a plan which involved putting some Wecesin powder onto the wound and putting the plaster on her finger in a different spot – one which was not over the wound at all, allowing it to breathe.
Grace has been camera averse lately….well, it is a bit of a love-hate relationship. Today Grace and I were sitting and looking out the back door, so Donné got the camera to capture the moment. Grace caught a glimpse of the camera and said, "No photo! No photo, no photo." Donné had managed to snap a shot, and after the three "No photo's," the next word out of her mouth was "See!" She hopped up, looked at the photo and then ran to sit down for more photos.
After a whole weekend of being warned to be careful and not to do it, Grace finally managed to do it…to everyone's despair. It was a blood curdling scream that erupted from her mouth as the door blew closed and squished her finger. She had followed me into the office and had her left hand on the door frame close to the hinges. A gust of wind blew the door closed behind her and squished her thumb terribly. It looks pretty awful and she might end up losing the nail. Fortunately she settled fairly quickly afterwards and a princess plaster had a significant impact. We are praying it gets better soon, but I am pretty sure we are going to finish the princess plasters
Grace and I had an amazingly fun time swimming at the gym today. She was loving the float that Donné bought her (looks like a tiny boat, but with holes for her legs to go through) and having so much fun jumping and kicking, riding on my back, launching herself off the step towards me, launching herself of the edge and into the pool, having fun kicking her legs in her float, and most of all absolutely loving being thrown up into the air and splashing down into the water – shrieks of delight followed by, "Again!"
Grace has started singing the last few days. When I say singing I don't mean belting out show tunes, just a different kind of tone of voice and a bit of random or not so random droning. It is quite interesting that she suddenly has this desire to sing. We sing to her every night before bedtime – songs like Silent night, Jesus loves me and Jesus loves the little children. Currently she always wants my rendition of, "To market to market to buy a fat pig" which is just a rhyme and not a song. That started after we went to a market and I added the line, "To market to market to buy chocolate balls, home again, home again we ate them all."