You know how Weasel lost 2 teeth recently and the Tooth Fairy gave her golden coins in return? Well, the Tooth Fairy is a mean bitch who replaced those baby teeth with 2 adult teeth that look like this – \\ . They’re not even facing opposite angles, they’ve come to the party at the same time, drunk conga style.

They will no doubt move as her baby teeth continue to depart and her jaw continues to grow, but let’s be realists here – Blundermum’s going to buy some braces. Woo!

Which brings me to my Thankful Thursday. I am thankful for my health insurance extras cover. Free checkups and cleans every 6 months, undoubtedly lots of fillings and xrays, and when the time comes, a big chunk of her braces.

Bubba is starting her checkup routine even earlier than Weasel did, purely because she can. Today she got to sit in the big robot chair all by herself, wear the cool sunnies, get her teefs counted and enjoy the nummy strawberry flavoured flouride treatment. She was so proud of herself. Opened up and said AHHHHH just like a big kid.

Even though I pay each month for the cover I still come out on top. I wouldn’t have it any other way!

When I was pregnant with Bubba, my younger sister came to live with us, to be my helping hands (and to get a job and a city education, but that’s another story). She’s been here for about 3 years now, and the girls know if they can’t rouse Mummy out of bed to pour their juice they can always jump on D and force her to do it instead. Even though she’s a kidult and only has the illusion of grown up independence, that extra pair of hands is invaluable.

But then she fell in luuuurrvve. Takes trips away to visit her interstate Mister. He comes here, the door gets locked for hours on end.

Having your kids grow up and do grown up things is very inconvenient.

It’s only a matter of time before she moves to live with him, in a land far far away. I could import another sibling, but the only ones on offer are less than helpful and will likely lock their door to listen to death metal and take hours getting gothed up each day. Which means doing this myself is the lesser of two evils.

More and more I find myself back to 2 hands only. Which is sad, because my hands are actually very lazy. D’s chief chores include doing the dishwasher and taking care of the dog. Now I have to do the dishwasher and cuddle my dog myself. Can you imagine the horror???

Better yet, I can train Weasel to be my slave. She can already pour cereal (messily) for herself and Bubba, and milk too, provided the bottle isn’t brand new and too heavy. She can even make sandwiches, but I cringe when she says it’s going to be vegemite and there is a glass jar involved.Yesterday I taught her how to load DVDs into the xbox and put it on av. Next week I might tell her the secret of turning the tv powerpoint on first.

What I will miss most when D runs away to lovey-land though, is my free 24/7 babysitter. No longer will I be able to pop out to the post office and be back in 10 minutes. Things that can’t be done on school and daycare days (or I forget) will involve rounding up children, putting clothes on them, putting those clothes back on them, finding shoes, brushing hair, apologising for brushing hair…you know how it goes. A 5 minute errand suddenly takes close to an hour.

It was much easier with a baby, I could just check the nappy and bung her in the car, sleeping through the whole outing. No demands for lollipops or kinder surprises, no rides, no possibility of running away.

Why do all my kids have to grow up and change my routines? I don’t like change!

Such is motherhood.