Big decisions weigh heavily on Woody's mind
Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
290Trip End Nov 20, 2011
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We chat with the swim school and confirm his ongoing lessons. We all get so much out of Woody's swimming lessons - we love them.
For the last 2 days we have had to rush to preschool after swimming, so today Woody has been promised he can play in the kiddie's pool afterwards. He runs around laughing and playing for about half an hour. There is a dark cloud in the distance looking a bit ominous - so Noah suggests the sensible thing that we better get to the beach quickly in case it rains later. Woody and I don't have to be asked twice - so in a heartbeat we are on our way to Broadbeach. Life is good.
The fellas play a little more and we lose track of time. Noah checks his phone and it is 12.10 and Woody has a doctor's appointment at 12.30 and we are all covered in sand. We panic and Noah trips over 3 times in the space of about a minute. It is proper slapstick. In the melee I check my phone and see Noah has the time wrong. It is, in fact, 11.10am. We do not need to be panicking, but the peace is broken, and it is hotter than the sun, so we head off.
We go to Australia Fair as it is just close to the doctors and we can get Woody some food on the way. We grab him a meal from 'Old McDonald's Farm' and a (manly) coffee frappe thing for Noah and a latte for me. They are slow, Woody gets his food and they forget mine and Noah's drinks. And when I remind them they are so slow in making it. Out of nowhere, I get a case of the red mist, this is what happens if someone gets in the way of me and my coffee. I finally get our drinks and we have about 3 minutes to get to the doctors - we do not know exactly where it is. Argh. Woody spills his lunch everywhere, bursts into tears, and we leg it to the doctors. Now we all have a bit of the grumps. Oh, to be back at the beach.
After just a couple of wrong turns, we get to the docs, just a couple of minutes late (which actually constitutes on time / early in my mind). The receptionist is super helpful and the place is very calm (well it was until Woody arrived - he was a bit erratic.) We wait to see the doc, we explain about Woody's immunisations in the UK, and he listens intently and says we need to speak to someone else
So, we are in Kmart looking at the toys. We have said he can choose something and we suggest some things he usually likes, toy story figures, a car, a Thomas train. We have never just taken Woody to a toy shop and said he could choose something before
In the end he goes with the Thomas track, and the instant he makes the decision, the weight is lifted from him. He is delighted with this decision, and walks taller when he is walking out the shop with the track. Happy Woody, Happy parents. Harmony restored. Although I am kind of confused how we went from possibly some chocolate buttons to Thomas track - in a relatively short space of time. I think we have been punked.
Back home, Noah works and Woody and I play with the track. It lives up to the high expectations Woody had of it. Come bath time, Woody has a little dose of buyer's regret that he did not get the Bath toy, but ultimately I think he is pretty pleased with himself
I contact a couple of accountants, so that is my constructive thing for the day. Hmm, doesn't seem a lot really. Note to self, drink more coffee, makes me faster.
Elwood has a good go at dinner, but he runs out of batteries about half way through. He wants to go straight to bed. I briefly wonder if this is his 3 year old strategy for moving straight to dessert, but it is not. He goes to his room, gets ready for bed, we read some books and he is asleep.
I read some of my book, and procrastinate for a bit, and crack on with blog, slightly distracted by something scary on TV.
Ultimately, we are chalking today up as a win. Hooray!
Good night lovely people. x