Expensive Popcorn
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Southport, Queensland, Australia
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Noah senses my 'negative energy' and gets some coffee on the go pretty quickly. I am starving hungry, but we have no bread or cereal or fruit. I have a dry cracker with cheese – and this does nothing for my mood.
So we skip showering this morning, and get ourselves down to the supermarket.
You know how they say you should not shop when you are hungry – it is to stop you doing a shop like we did this morning. Fruit biscuits, chocolate biscuits, fruit bars, raisins, muesli bars, crisps, dried fruit, cheese and crackers, sesame snacks... – every snack food imaginable. My personal favourite is the microwave popcorn – we do not have a microwave! We were clearly delirious with hunger and they we on offer. Although, I fear this may be a false economy as we will now be buying a microwave...
Rest assured, we also bought much sensible food, and we are now looking forward to eating in the upcoming days.
Back at the ranch, we eat and Woody immerses himself in his typically imaginative games. Noah and I are used to this, but it still cracks us up. He is Fireman Sam (surprise, surprise) and he is wandering around trying to decided whether he is going to take a promotion and move away from Pontypandy (his bedroom) to Newport (our bedroom). He puts his index finger and thumb on his chin, and keeps saying to himself, ‘I just don’t know if I want to leave Pontypandy.’ He weighs up the pro’s and cons, he really does, and decides not to go. We make a giant fuss about how great this is and how Pontypandy really needs him and he is thrilled, and walks around like a peacock.
This praise inspires him to hold an awards ceremony for himself (I suspect he gets that from me!), and he makes a giant fuss about getting a badge. He then decides that Noah should get a badge too, so there is a ridiculous amount of pomp and circumstance and Noah receives a plastic badge which says junior doctor – and we all pretend it is for bravery as a fireman. We love Elwood so much and his imaginative constantly delights us. Elwood starts preschool next week, they are in for a treat. I hope they enjoy his crazy games as much as we do.
Woody and I head out for a wander whilst Noah does some work. We head out to the park just down out street. And he has a good play on the equipment. We then wander around the butterfly and sensory garden. It is just beautiful - I cannot believe it is just down the street from us. The places just seems so vibrant. Elwood is thrilled to see lots of ducks, and (I think) tadpoles in the catchment. We see butterflies and so many birds – and the sound is beautiful. The sunlight in the trees is gorgeous – I am amazed at how beautiful it is and so is Woody. We wander around and chat, and somehow he manages to ride his scooter cross country. He stacks it so many times, there are so many rocks and sticks, and nothing bothered him. He just got back up and kept cross country scooting until he fell off again.
We head back home, Woody is shattered, and we dunk him straight in the bath, and then has some dinner, and watches a bit of the Wiggles. In my new year regime, he is in his room by 6.15 and has his stories and he is sound asleep by about 6.40pm. I am not sure if this is a positive thing, I will find out tomorrow morning – if he sleeps until 6am – we chalk this up as a win.
I get on with my planning. I make a spreadsheet of all the regular activities going on locally and stick it on the fridge. I also update the ‘to do’ spreadsheet and I am delighted to say we have done quite a lot.
Then I go through all my notebooks and scraps of paper and update my beautiful, brand new 2012 diary which is full of exciting potential.
So, it’s about 10.30pm and all I have achieved this evening is planning and organising – nothing off the list. I am almost shattered from all that planning!
But I crack on with the blog, and Noah keeps working – I really want to get 1 or 2 more things done tonight – just for the joy of being able to scribble something out on the list.
Noah has made us drinks, and we are both hanging in there.
Lets hope Woody sleeps a bit later than he did this morning.
Good night. x
