Happy Halloween

We don't do Halloween big style round these parts but we are having a scary supper (purple potato wedges roasted in the oven and moon shaped biscuits - actually broccoli would be more likely to scare the bejeezus out of Frank, so I may have a rethink!).

We have carved a pumpkin and Frank and I have fashioned a ghost costume out of a sheet to scare Daddy.

We are also going to watch Tim Burton's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory".

I leave you with a clip from one of my favourite movies and one that is kind of befitting today.

Happy Halloween!

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P.S. Thanks for all your great comments yesterday, I love hearing from you .

Art or Science?

We have an ongoing discussion in our house about whether the management of diabetes is an art or a science?

Mr Muffinmoon feels it is a science, pure and simple. As does our Diabetes nurse, Shelagh.

For me, however, it is an art, almost pure and almost simple.

For example: At what point are we ever in full possession of all the facts?

Er, that would be never.

Let's talk it through:

How much is Frank going to exercise today?

How much will he grow and how will his hormones affect him today?

How many hissy-fits will he have and how will they affect him?

etc etc etc

There are just so many variables that it is impossible to make a decision and feel entirely confident in it.

Steve posted recently about instinct and mine has served me very well since Frank was diagnosed.

We had friends over for supper the other night and we were talking about this with them.

Mr M stuck to his "It's a science" theory and I stuck with my "It's an art".

I then asked him how then, he would explain the night I got home from Henley and we tested Frank's BG at 10pm, went to bed at 11pm and at 12:10 I got up saying "I can't get to sleep I need to test Frank again, some thing's bugging me".

Frank was at 3.3.

"So, what was that?" I asked Mr M in front of our friends, "An art or a science?"

His reply?

"That? Oh, that was just weird".

So there you have it, there are now three options art, science or weird!

What's your opinion?

I'd love to know.

No sleep til ... well, just no sleep!

Another short trip to Henley-on-Thames with my boy. Just me, Frank and my friend, Anne.

After the shocking and so saddening news from last week I looked my fear in the eye and took Frank away for three nights in a B&B.

My reasoning being "Well, if it happens, it happens, I'll do my damnedest to prevent it, but will not give in and let it rule me".

Bravado before a fall?

Turns out the fear isn't so easy to dismiss.

No shit Sherlock!

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Henley is lovely, Severine is there and Frank and I already know and love the B&B and the family that run it (they put Brio trains out for him!).

It all sounds so great, hey?

But ... oh, the lack of sleep.

Maybe I just wasn't ready after the DIB story.

These things can creep into one's brain and fester.

With sole responsibility for Frank and with nerves still jangling I just couldn't sleep.

I tested and listened to breathing and tested again, finally falling into the arms of sleep around 4am and waking at 6am to check again and then doze until Frank bounded out of bed.

I thought a lot of Jen and her post a while ago where she declared something along the lines of "Oh, what's the point of even trying to sleep anyway?".

I was channelling Jen!

Then on our last day Frank got ill with a fever and spent all afternoon in bed.

I felt so frozen and yet somehow managed to sort out numbers for the nearest A&E and the Children's Unit with Jane, the landlady of the B&B.

She was fab but I felt so exposed and so very, very (more than usually) vulnerable.

I called Mr Muffinmoon and could barely string a sentence together.

My voice was tiny.

My sense of humour AOL.

Horrible.

However, at 9pm he rallied and got up, wandered around a bit, chatted and had some yoghurt.

I took a few deep breaths and after another sleepless night took him home.

I sleep better with Mr M fighting the D-Beast with me.

I will take Frank away again.

This much I know.

The rest I shall make up as I go along.

Right now, I am off to bed.
To sleep, oh boy, to sleep.

( Frank today. Funny boy, full of life.)

Corners of my Home ...

... from a four year old's point of view. Dinosaurs, dinosaurs everywhere!

Plus a Halloween candle holder and the edge of a mini heart I made him (from this book) with a little pocket in it for "something of Mummy's".

He puts something of mine in it and cuddles it whenever I go out.

Drama queen that he now seems to be, this also includes when Daddy is putting him to bed and I am just downstairs.

A corner of the nature table. Just a surface with a few seasonal bits and bobs on it.

A wonky corner of the lounge.
We have culled many books but seem unable to lose any more.

Wood piled in the front doorway ready for those first fires of Winter.

The train set, of course. With dinosaurs roaming freely too, of course!

My knitting corner of the lounge, complete with needles, pile of messy magazines and D-Kit.

OK, so not a corner of the house but his Daddy's bottom. With dinosaurs, of course!

Frank and I are away visiting Sev in Henley-on-Thames for four days as of tomorrow.

We are very much looking forward to the Wind in the Willows exhibition at the River and Rowing Museum there.

I will be back here next Friday and wish you all a very good week.

Heart Ache & Love

So many amazing parents.

So many wonderful posts and comments on the sad news from the D-community these past days.

You all know what I am referring to.

In all honesty I can't add anything to the eloquence of Meri, Reyna or Jen.

I have cried for this family I don't know. Their reality is one we all dread, one we all know is a possibility.

I accept this disease in our lives.

I will never like it.

Any time it wants to head out the door is fine by me.

And yet it has brought amazing, truly amazing, people into my life.

People I am so so glad to have.

It has also made me aware of my luck and so very grateful for my life.

I would like to add one more thought to our sadness over this loss and it is this:

Take a breath. Cry for a while. Then, head up and look to today and this moment. Letting the fear rule us is not an option because then D steals every moment from us.

And that is not an option either.

My love and respect to you all for ... well, for it all.

For the love and tenacity you show in the face of the D-Beast day in, day out.

For being there for me when it all feels too much.

Cyber hugs to you all and all your little sprogs as well.

Weekend

The sun shone, the kids played and then fell out and then played again.

We ate well and drank even better.

The kids kept us busy enough to forget to take enough photos.

But I can offer you these of our Saturday morning stroll along the Wivenhoe Trail.
This little munchkin is Nancy on her Daddy's shoulders.
They have the same beautiful red hair.

Matilda and Frank had a great time on their balance bikes and climbing trees.

They were also very eagle-eyed when it came to blackberries and chestnuts. Yum.

And that's my sister, Heather.

It was a busy, lively and fab weekend.

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I'll be back very soon with some questions about four year olds and their behaviour. So, brace yourselves. It's gonna get lively!

Been Craftin'

In my few spare moments over the past month I have been sewing a lot! The knitting happens in front of the TV or whilst playing board games with Frank or listening to music but sewing is an altogether more difficult thing to arrange when there is a four year old to amuse.

However, after setting the boy up with his own little sewing table along with scraps of cute fabric and safety scissors I have managed to get a few items actually completed as he chops his fabric up.

First up, the bath mat from Handmade Home by Amanda Blake Soule.

It's a great book and one I would highly recommend for its straightforward ideas and methods.

It advocates using what you already have, which ticks a lot of boxes for me as I have lots of old sheets and towels, for example, and will be able to run a few of these up for friends in future without buying anything new at all.

This one is made from an old yellow towel and some curtain cut-off material. I have also been making little bunting messages for friends for Christmas pressies. None of them read my blog so it's OK for me to post about them!

The blanket cost £2 at the Salvation Army shop in town and I've spend ages hand sewing the letters and hearts on them and I think they look so cute.

There is a tactile warmth from blanket and felt that will look great at Christmas time.

I am also using a lot of the lovely vintage buttons I inherited from my Great Aunt Dolly (real name Emily Lucretia. How's that for a great name? Frank escaped only by being a boy!!).

I will be taking a long weekend away from the computer as my sister, Heather, and her family are coming to stay and I want to soak up every moment with them. We haven't seen them for eighteen months. They live on a dairy farm in Dorset (Thomas Hardy country) and this is the only weekend they have before the cows start calving! Cool, eh?
See you next week and have a fabulous weekend.
Mine will be filled with kids, sisters, red-haired dairy farmers, beef joints fresh from Dorset, chats and wine (ahem ...).