First scraped knee at school - apparently Emma was very brave and not at all averse to the sympathy it generated.
First case of head lice in Emma's class....eeewwww.
First photography class. On Tuesday nights this term I am doing a community course in photography. One of the aims of the class - other than actually being able to use all the bells and whistles on your camera - is to be able to take a good photo first shot, rather than take 100 photos to get a good one. We even have homework. So far I've taken 101 photos for the homework and have yet to find one I'm happy with. Guess I've got a way to go yet.
First child-free Tuesday. WOOHOO!! I'd love to be able to tell you that I spent it getting a massage or a facial, but the truth is far more boring. I'm not even sure how I feel about confessing to it in public - but blogs without personal confessions can get a little boring, so here goes. I went and saw a psychologist. The reason I am going to see her is to get the NICU out of my head. The girls were in the nursery almost 4 years ago, but to me it feels like just a few months ago. I'm not sure how many people know I had symptoms of PTSD after the girls came home from the nursery - with vivid flashbacks to a particular day when I thought Ashlea was going to die right then and there in front of me. Of course me being me, I have NEVER spoken to a living soul about that day which means that it is still in my head, and even though I no longer have flashbacks, I am still hypervigilant. Every time Ashlea gets sick my mind immediately jumps to "will she die?". So I have decided to confront the NICU ghosts and hopefully banish them for good. Well banish them as much as possible anyway.
As well as a week of firsts we have also had a possible 'last'. Possibly the last time we drove our little Subaru. I got rear-ended (AGAIN) and we are waiting to hear if the car will be written off. Possibly my favourite of all the cars I've ever owned. Although, it was pretty hard to beat my 1972 purple LJ Torana...