Even though the Boy can be very trying at times, he’s still a ‘dood boy’ 98% of the time…
This afternoon has been one of those 2% annoying times. Hopefully a bath provides him with an attitude adjustment in the right direction - it usually does :o)
Today, Target started their huge toy sale. You know the one where a few things are on super good special and everything else is just a little bit discounted, with the upside for some is you can lay-by, with no deposit until Christmas Eve? Yeah, one of those types of huge sales.
Anyway, I needed to get one birthday present and to have a look at a few unrelated, non toy/sale type things and thought braving the toy sale might be worth it. It so was not. I might just add in at this point that Owen was a trooper the whole time we were there. This is very unusual for him. He stayed in the trolley at all times and didn’t try to jump out like normal or grab things off the shelves as we were trying to squeeze through tight spots in very narrow aisles (I swear they make the aisles narrow on purpose) and the other weird thing he did was take his shoes off as we were lined up to pay. He wouldn’t put them back on either… Strange child we have…
Back to my story. Target didn’t have the one thing we actually made a trip to the shopping centre for. So off to Big W we go. At the other end of the centre. Pushing a trolley in the rain because our local shopping centre thinks that open air walkways is a good idea. Yeah right. It’s bitterly cold in winter and I’m assuming quite hot in summer.
Big W ended up having the thing we needed for only a fraction more than the ’special’ price at Target and they had stock. And to top it all off, Big W was like a ghost town so we were free to have a look around without the hassles of a million other mothers carting tired and cranky non school aged kids with overflowing trolleys and prams, getting themselves into traffic jams throughout the store.
For a few cents saving, it’s just not worth the effort on my part to have to fight crowds and queues! But in saying that, I wasn’t looking for any of the few things that were on a great special… Maybe if I had of been looking for one of those elusive items, my view may be different? Who knows. At least we got the birthday present :o)
So, after my three hour gestational diabetes test last Friday, I haven’t had a call back from the midwives. Which, apparently is a good thing. No news is good news, right? In this case yes. If I did have GD, they would have called me in to attend an information session and see another specialist. WooHoo!
Yesterday was much the same as Monday for Owen and me.
Take Owen to pre school (he wanted to go an hour before we needed to), and then I was planning on spending the day getting the boring stuff done that I didn’t do on Monday.
My first job was grocery shopping, this was only going to be a quick trip because I stocked up big time last week. By the time I’d picked up fruit and vegetables, milk and bread etc, paid, got it all into the car, got home, unpacked the car and put away any cold stuff, I needed a sleep! I have this theory - pushing a trolley around is not a good thing for me to do for the next 13 weeks.
So the rest of the day, of which there wasn’t much left, I rested on the couch. I did manage a few loads of washing in between laying around like a beached whale, but other than that nothing else got crossed off my to do list (like clean the house, vacuum and mop, do some baking). Not exactly the day I had planned for myself, but at least I know not to expect to do too many things off my list in one day from now on. I really don’t know how Mum’s cope with working and looking after a family with younger kids (who need help with still so many tasks), try to look after themselves and their not yet born babies!
Anyway, all of a sudden it’s 3:15pm and I’ve got to go and grab Owen from pre school. Not such an easy thing as it sounds since he refuses to come home, yelling on top note, I NOT GOING HOME WITH YOU! ME STAYING HERE FOR EVER! YOU GO HOME ALL BY YOURSELF!
At least I can happily say that he has a good time at pre school :o)
So after wrestling him off a trike, grabbing his things, signing out for the day and meeting his third teacher, Miss Darinka (she’s lovely too), we make it back to the car and he’s crying and snotting everywhere (we’ve all got nasty coughs and colds) and now telling me, ME NEEEEEED WEETBIX TO HELP MAKE MY TEARS GO AWAAAAAAAAAAY. Apparently he was STARBING and needed weetbix to make him all happy again.
Yes, I agree, he is a little crazy.
After a bowl of weetbix and a huge drink of water he decided he was all better and was back to his normal self for the rest of the night.
I really hope he gets used to me having to come and get him from pre school soon!
Owen doesn’t need to go back to pre school tomorrow because he knows it all. After one day…
This afternoon he didn’t want to come home with me. Surprise surprise.
Our conversation in the car on the way home:
Did you eat all your lunch today? Yup.
Owen, did you behave and not ‘Kung fu Panda’ any of the kids? Nope. One boy had to sit down. He was naughty. (I’m assuming this other kid may have hit someone else and sit in time out for a while)
What did you do with Miss Jane and the other kids today? Nothing. I dunno. Played in the sandpit and made a monkey. That’s all. (no, it wasn’t but I’m not complaining here, at least he shared some of his day!)
Did you have to have a sleep with all the other kids? Yes.
Did you make any friends? Yep. Georgie. And another Georgie (I don’t think every child is called Georgie, and I don’t know why he thinks they are!)
Do you want to go back tomorrow? No.
Well you are. You are going to pre school every Monday and Tuesday from now on. Ok? Oh, ok. Go back tomorrow?
Yep, you sure are Owie!
Today was Owen’s very first day of the rest of his at least next decade and a half - school. Sounds like a long time, doesn’t it? Well I’m positive it will go by in a flash for Marc and I.
As we were all getting ready this morning Owen went from I’M NOT GOING TO PRE SCHOOL EVER! to WHEN ARE WE LEAVING FOR PRE SCHOOL??? Personally, I think this all depended on what he was doing at the time (talking on the phone) or what Marc and I were asking him to go and do (clean his teeth and go to the toilet).
He was all good though, and I’m sure that for two days a week, he will be PERFECT for Miss Jane and her helper, Paris and then a ratbag the rest of the week, just for me… You can’t be good all the time! Marc and I didn’t even get a second glance once he was in the Red Room - they combine the 3 and 4 year olds on a Monday - (in the Green Room on Tuesdays.. must remember that for tomorrow!) with the toys and the pet mouse and the kids, we thought we may as well not hang around because he wasn’t worried whether we were there or not. He hardly had time to say good bye!
As the other kids came in this morning, one of the bigger boys said to Owen, HEY! ARE YOU OWEN? ARE YOU BABY OWEN? This kid was about twice the size of the Boy… I think Owen is going to get quite an education, and not just from Miss Jane! Marc was hoping that he wasn’t going to be the oldest in his room, as he wants him feel what being the “little fish” is like for a while, since he’s the only kid/grandchild/nephew/boss of everything for both our families… I think he got his wish :o)
Pick up time this afternoon will come around way too fast for our big little boy today!
Owen with his pack pack. Yep, that isn’t a typo, it’s not a back pack…
We took Meegs and Rob to the plane station today. After an awesome three and a half days, we didn’t want them to go home - and they didn’t want to either! There was lots of sleeping in, hanging out in our jammies and just veging out at home while they were here. But we did manage to fit in a day in Leura, one shopping afternoon at Rouse Hill, a Marc and Rob day on Saturday (the Apple Store was their main target) and of course, The Game of Life made an appearance :o)
Owen was very angry (his words) yesterday afternoon when Meegs told him that she and Rob were going home the next day. He told her that she could go home and go back to work and his best friend Wob had to stay here and play with him. And that kind of sums up the MacLor’s visit from an Owen perspective. Rob and Owen have had a blast the last few days, just doing what they do best. Playing.
Now we are getting ready for tomorrow’s big adventure - Pre School! All labeling has nearly been completed, bag almost packed and the new lunch box is ready to be filled in the morning. Can’t wait to get there tomorrow!
