Title Under Construction or this it all I've got, peeps.

Ok, so this week I found out that my eldest child is on a slant, which I kinda realised a while ago but sort of put to the back of the front of my mind because I had way a lot of other things to be dealing with.  But now I am dealing with it because my youngest child decided to announce "hey, Kit's nipples are on a slant" which they are, because his shoulders are on a slant, as well as his spine not exactly being straight, so it's an interconnected kinda thing, iykwim.  And after having it pointed out to him, Firstborn decided he didn't like being on a slant and if I was any sort of parent AT ALL,  I would take him to the doctor and get him straightened out.  If only it were that easy. Sigh.  So we had x rays taken, and now we have to go and see the orthopedic guy at the hospital.  I'm seriously hoping that whatever it is can be fixed with screws from Bunnings, since my emergency medical fund is residing in Second Son's mouth for the forseeable future.  I hate being financially challenged. 
I also went to the movies by myself, sing halleluiah, and saw Breaking Dawn.  And proved to myself that I'm so post teenage it's not funny.  Seriously, I never felt older than I did after trying to lip read Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart for two hours, because they MUMBLE.  ALL.  THE.  TIME.  And they don't move their lips when they mumble, which is a double whammy in the dialogue stakes.  It's like those mobile phone ring tones that only teenagers can hear.  Speak up or add subtitles.  And learn to act.  That is all.

You couldn't make this shit up. Seriously.

So, I was taking the kittens for a walk in the pram, which I do twice a day, cos I'm an animal lover and they're basically really lazy and don't like to walk and plus the dogs don't like it when they walk 'cos they have no road sense AT ALL and it all gets a bit chaotic and where was I....

kitten walking.  right.  So, the mother of all mothers (two days post cataract) and myself, and Firstborn (fresh off the school bus) and the cats and the dogs are strolling through the park, and through the trees we can see someone walking through the creekbed.  Which is not something you see as a general rule, and then we can hear this person saying  'come on sweetie, it's time to go now' and I'm seriously wondering who would be walking around in the creek bed with their sweetie because 1. it's wet and 2. it's sort of green and slimey, with guppies and stuff, which in my humble opinion does not enhance your walking experience.
UNLESS....you are walking your duck.  which she was.  Seriously.  A tiny little yellow fuzzy duck, which was following a little stuffed toy that she had on a string.  Ducks are seriously intelligent.  If I let Hektor and Achilles off the leash (or out of the pram) I shudder to think of the carnage that would follow.  All I know is that they wouldn't be waddling down the path after a stuffed toy on a string, and you can take THAT to the bank, peeps.  Firsborn was fascinated.  He got his photo taken with the duck.  Whose name is Jemima.  Just in case you were wondering.  True story.

Brace Yourselves......

Yes, the moment has finally arrived.  After trying not to think about it for 18 months, Second Son has finally reached the point of no return.....dentally speaking, that is.  His last visit to the dentist on Tuesday saw us leave with a referal for the orthodontist.  A visit to them on Wednesday saw me leaving with plans for robbing a major financial institution in order to pay for the braces that himself is having fitted next week. 
On the upside, Seb's teeth are perfect .....no cavities....he just has too many for his face.  He has quite a long thin face and a small jaw, and since losing the last of his baby teeth, and having his 12 year molars come through,  there is definately a shortage of space.  So, he has to have top and bottom braces to straighten and align his teeth, a titanium retainer behind his top and bottom front teeth to keep everything in line, and at some stage he'll need bands added to the left side to correct his bite.   All of which comes at a price that doesn't bear thinking about right now.  Suffice it to say that Seb is now the most expensive thing we own. But it's not all bad.....we 're able to pay them off monthly, and he gets a choice of colours, lol.  Right now he's torn between maroon and yellow (broncos) and orange and blue (roar).   I'll post a picture next week to show the final decision......