Eighteen today. Lloyd that is, although it seems impossible that I could be old enough to have an 18 year old. (Let alone a 20 year old).
Where the hell those years have gone I've no idea. Hope I haven't wasted too many of them.
So Lloyd, started life with a nasty old umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, lay blue and almost dead on the delivery table and scored 1 on his APGAR test. After 10 minutes with some brisk massage and oxygen he made a remarkable comeback then went on to develop terrible jaundice. He had a ten day holiday under the lights in a humidicrib with a premature baby. They were a sight laying around in the tropical climate, naked, with little masks on. The premmy baby obviously tiny and Lloyd looked enormous at just over 9 pounds. People were horrified because they thought he was premature as well. Just when they thought they'd have to consider blood transfusion for the jaundice he once again kicked in and recovered well and we took him home.
He's since then gone on to become an intelligent, caring, polite, friendly guy.
So I just want to say if you have small children – enjoy them, because they're gone before you know it. You'll look back and wish you did things differently and wonder if you've screwed them up badly enough that you're going to see them on Ricki Lake one day saying what a terrible mother you were. There's no going back.
We used to put these green socks on him for our own entertainment. They were always good for a laugh. They were even second hand.
Helping in the garden.
First day of school and birthday
Over – school formal. He was so over the suit and photos. I felt like saving him and taking him home so he could lay around in his footy shorts. He doesn't usually have that funny skin tone but the photo was so dark it took some lightening up.