If this doesn’t work, then what am I going to do?  Probably write a blog about how annoying it is that nothing ever goes right for me and how tired I am of having to ask Les for help when I know I am doing things right.

Then, I’d probably blog about how everything suddenly started working after Les said he’d take a look (but before he touched anything) and how I hate my computer because it hates me.

Then I’d probably be blogging about how the computer decided to go on the war path and practically self destructs, using Les’ computer and putting that one into a tizz.

Oh heck, I think maybe I should just stop blogging and save the computer world from a massive crash! LOL

About this time last year, we were all excited as Ayla lost her first tooth.  Willow, who was 4 at the time, got upset because she wanted to lose a tooth so the Tooth Fairy would come and visit her too.

A year on, and Willow has lost her first tooth.  While doing the whole brushing teeth before bed routine, the little tooth tumbled out of her mouth and hit the floor.

It was on!  The hunt of the week!  A tiny white tooth, with slight blood coating alone on bone coloured tiles.  Add in 7 sets of feet, and it certainly makes for an interesting hunt.  After a few minutes, the elusive tooth was found.

We now have a very proud Willow with a gappy smile.  Her tooth is in a temporary home pending an inspection from the Tooth Fairy.  When I manage to get out next, I will definitely be buying Willow a special hidey hole for her teeth.

To continue the tooth stories, Ayla has now lost 4 of hers.  All on the bottom, and all leaving big gaps.  As yet, the top teeth are still stuck fast, but it is just a matter of time before they join in the tumbling.

More tooth stories.  And if you have never been  a nursing mum, you won’t understand this, but OUCH!  Aralia takes great delight in leaving teeth marks.

Sorry, but I thought I would go with the spirit of the season.  Indeed, our finches are in the process of raising their 3rd brood (in as many months), with 5 little heads stretching up to be fed this time.  Talk about more than doubling their breeding efforts!

Today, our cockatiels thought they would join the egg laying race.  I guess we do have a male and a female after all!  I doubt very much they will hatch this egg or raise the chick (if it does hatch) because they don’t exactly have a nest box and the egg is on the bottom of the cage with nothing to protect it.  Still, we will let them to learn how to do the whole nesting thing, and in the meantime, track down a suitable nest box – preferably a large, hollow branch.

Yes, there are little cheepers every where!  Spring is well and truly here!  The gardens too, are looking lush, just need some rain to give them a little flush.  The storms have already hit, and damaged us a little bit.  If this is a taste of summer, then I say – Give me autumn any day!

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The fact that it is her own fault just makes it that little bit funnier, though watching Acacia mooching around and asking for Tedda is pulling at the heart strings.

Apparently, Acacia decided to share her juice with Tedda, and not just a sip or two either, an entire bath of juice!  That has meant Tedda has had to have his second trip to the washing machine in as many years.

Now that he is all clean and smells nice again, Tedda is hanging up on the portable clothes line out the back catching some afternoon sun and trying to dry as quickly as possible before bed time.  Not sure it is going to happen though.

Tedda is missing Acacia just as much as she is missing him.  Being pinned by his ears to the clothes line can’t be very pleasant for him, and he keeps staring at me with pleading eyes.

What can I do?  He was down right grotty and smelly, and overdue for his annual bath, but now, not only is there a 2 year old with a long face, but also a brown, well loved Tedda Bear to match!

So, what has been going strong for 13 years?  My glasses of course!  And here you were thinking that it was my relationship, got another 5 years to go for that!

Yes, in September 1996, my mother bought me my glasses.  Rather pricey frames too, but they were the ones I had to have.  It is just coincidence my darling mother had the same pair in purple frames, honest it is!!!

I didn’t start out having to wear glasses full time, just for reading off the blackboard at school.  That changed for needing them for doing anything close, and it has gone back and forwards over the years.

Now, and for the last few years, I have found I have to wear them all the time, or I end up with bad headaches.  Well, you can imagine with 5 kids, and me being a not so graceful person, that it has been rather hard to keep my glasses intact.

Sure, the arms are stretched, the lenses have constant finger prints, and I have had to invest in a glasses repair kit, but they are still going strong.  The materials they are made from haven’t eroded or corroded one little bit.

The screws holding the arms in place are showing signs or rust, though it is more like tarnish and 13 years worth of grime, but I haven’t had to replace them yet.

I do need new glasses, just have to get my eyes tested and then I can get them, but I’m not entirely sure I want to give up the ones I have now.  Maybe my new ones can be for going out, as I want the transition lenses so I don’t have to swap glasses every  time I walk into and out of a shop.  If I do that, then these ones will be my home ones, which will still get used the most.

The point of this blog?  Not sure.  Like I said at the start, you are going to think I am crazy, but that’s ok, because I already know it!

So, happy 13 years my glasses, I’m going to do my best to nurse you through the next 13!