Shame about the tooth.

Shame about that tooth.
Here we are in Australia for our two month holiday. The weather is great, not to hot and not to cold. We've even had some rain and the occasional thunderstorm. Mum keeps apologising for the weather and I keep reminding her that it is minus 2 and dark in Canada. What's the problem? Harper has been an amazing traveller. He handled the long flight to Australia with style and grace. He seems happy to go with the flow and enjoys himself no matter where he is. He's has been most charming. You would think he was the mayor by the way he walks around introducing himself to anyone and everyone. We've spent lots of time at the local play ground where Harper has made a few acquaintances. One morning while chasing another little boy, Toby, around the playground Tobi ran under the slide and hit his head. He was very distressed and crying. Harper, or should I say "Dr. Love", went up to Tobi to see what had happened. "Can I kiss it better" he said and leaned over to Tobi and kissed his head. That's my boy!

Mum and dad are having a great time with Harper. He has them wrapped tightly around his finger. Of course he is getting spoilt. How else would he know about chocolate frogs and jelly. Harper loves the train and we have had several trips on the train just for the sake of it. As we all know Harper is a great talker. For those of us who know him well we understand that he sounds a little bit like his hero 'Little Bear' . I have been playing little bear episodes to mum and dad to get them up to speed so that when Harper says strange things like " I have a problem" or " Grandfather, tomorrow I'm going to help you find your parents" we all know what he is talking about.

As for my tooth, the saga continues. Not long after we arrived my poor tooth got infected again. After another course of antibiotics I made a trip to the dentist to have the root canal redone. Of course there was all the same drama as the first attempt. Half way through my dentist, a lovely man who I have know since I was about 12, broke the news that he couldn't save the tooth and the only option was to have it pulled. Up to this point he had been working on my tooth drug without anesthetic. Just as well mum came with me and after many anxious moments and quite a bit of yanking the tooth was resting on the tray. There really was no hope for it as it had begun to absess. No wonder it was sore. So - no more tooth. May this time I can say that this awful saga is behind me. Finally I can get on with enjoying our visit.

Christmas will be busy with lots of visiting to do. Kirk arrive in a few days and we can't wait to see him. More adventures will be posted. Stayed tuned.

Lou