You won’t be doing Zumba again
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Sep 16, 2011
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Southport, Queensland, Australia
Monday, April 16, 2012
They have brekkie, get ready for a swimming and play. Mum and I take Woody for swimming and Noah stays home and works. He is very chatty and excited to have Grandma at swimming. He does a great job at swimming and tries very hard for the entire lesson. He comes up smiling every time and keeps looking over to us smiling and doing thumbs up.
After swimming we head over to the park, mostly so Mum and I can have a coffee. We take a wander around the park and Woody is keen to go on the bouncy pillow. So we head down there and watch him jump up and down until he is exhausted. He seems to have more energy than yesterday and it looks like he is on the mend. Good.
We head home and Mum and Woody play alphabet fishing whilst I make lunch. We eat and play and Woody is frankly a little grumpy. And in a case bad planning / bad timing, we need to head out. I have booked Woody and I on an 8 week course which is a playgroup with an element of teaching parents about how children’s brains learn. So we head off...
Woody is reticent about going, but we have had our name down for this for ages so it is a non-changeable. His mood lifts when he sees a playground and dips when he realises he won’t be going on it. There are lots of games set up when we arrive, all really brilliant games. There are a limited number of children at the playgroup so the children can concentrate on one activity for a decent period of time. Woody gets started straight away making this out of a type of plastic meccano. He loves it. We then do lots of colour sorting, puzzles, and do play with some animals. Woody also paints a picture of a horse and a lady comes up to him and says 'Is that Mummy'. I try not to take offence at this, but I take offence at this. And then Woody spots a play kitchen inside. So we spend the remainder of the time chopping veggie, making meals, and appeasing an angry stuffed crocodile by feeding it sausages, bread and cheese.
Then I attend an information session on an introduction to how children’s brains learn and how they adapt and apply knowledge. I actually only half watched this, as I was watching Woody and some other kids play outside with Hula Hoops a bit too roughly.
We head home, and somehow a tired Woody manages to stay awake for the journey home. We intend to collect the Mothership from home and head to the shops, but she is asleep. So we wake her, and we are on our way.
When we get to the shops, Woody is tired and gives us a bit of the run around about a knight’s hat. We get Woody in a trolley and the whinging reduces, but does not completely go away. Mum buys some bits for her room and some bits she has forgotten to pack. (Do not get me started on Mum’s packing – there is no rhyme or reason to it.)
We then go coffee because both Mum and I are both addicted to coffee. Woody has a milk and browses through a DVD catalogue. We then go and get some salad for dinner and go to the post office – this was all relatively uneventful with just a few shrieks and melt downs from the little fella.
And then we get a call from Noah. He has an interview at Billabong. High fives all round and smiles from ear to ear. Excellent. So now it is operation interview prep and barnet-taming for Noah.
At home we eat an almost healthy salad – healthy factor slightly jeopardised by fried cheese. But, it was delicious.
And then Mum and I head out to Zumba. We are huffing and puffing after the warm up and regretting eating a stack of fried cheese. We love it, but it is hard work. At one point my bingo wings were flapping so hard, I actually thought someone was tapping me. Not nice. When we had a drink break Mum mentioned in passing that after she fell out of the loft last year the osteo told her she would never Zumba again. She looks smug and suggests she sends a photo to the osteo. She also says that we better be having a wine when we get in. You bet!
We make it through the class, although with less vigour than I had hoped for towards the end. We have loved the exercise and atmosphere. We kind of seize up on the short journey home and limp into the house. Noah looks confused, we tell him about it, and he gets us some restorative wine.
We tidy up the kitchen and skype Andrea and the bellas. Lovely to see and chat to this fabulous trio.
Noah keeps at the work, I blog, and Mum helps with the laundry and we watch Hawaii 5.0 and make some vague plans for tomorrow.
It’s a good day.
Sleep tight. x
