Jungle Boogie

Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
Trip End Nov 20, 2011

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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Saturday, January 14, 2012

Woody wakes at 5.30am, again, grumph.

We go into the lounge room and he looks so tired – why won't he just go back to bed?  We loll about on the sofa. I doze off, and Woody goes and wakes Noah.  Elwood’s favourite way to wake Noah is to get a timer and set it off by Noah’s ear.  He thinks it is hilarious.  (I do too, just a little bit.)

Woody and I make some cards, and write some notes to friends.  He is a happy participant in any little projects these days.

We write a list of what we have to buy today and what we have to do today, (I am sure I would have more time in the day if I did not write so many lists!).  Woody and Noah do a bit of drawing.

We head out to the shops to post all our letters and cross something off the to do list.  Woody is in terrific spirits and gathers Noah and me around him in the shops to give us a pep talk.  In the middle of the shopping centre he looks at us, in seriousness, and says, 'The three of us are a team.  We are a great team.’ And he motions that we all three of us have to put our hands together.  We look like crazy people.  But Woody is so funny, we don’t care.

We go to get him some trainers to wear for football.  We obviously love Elwood more than anything in the universe, but man he is a pain in the neck when it comes to getting shoes.  We show him lots of shoes but apparently none of them are fast enough for Elwood.  I am despairing and Woody is speaking absolute nonsense about a zebra called Marty that he is so worried about because he is lost in the Billericay jungle.  What?! We finally find a pair of trainers which might just be fast enough.  Phew.  He tries them on and his feet go crazy.  We all agree that they are very fast trainers and we get them.  I manage to convince to get Woody another pair of shoes by showing him how fast they could move.  Excellent.  We grab some socks and we are off...

Woody decides the best way to get the socks to the check out is to balance them on his head.  So he is walking along with a packet of socks on his head, and a lady stops to admire this and comments how impressed she is.  I, very, very jokingly say that he is going to be a supermodel.  And then woman thinks I am serious and is interested in Woody becoming a super model.  Awkward.

I spot some bags on the way out and just want to take a quick look.  There is some music playing, and Woody just starts dancing very enthusiastically and quite wiggly.  We leave him to it.

When he is done, we go to the check out.  Woody goes and waits patiently on a seat. This is not like Woody at all, he is not known for his patience at the shops.  And then I notice the little girl sitting next to him is eating a chocolate bar.  Oh no, woody is inching closer.  He leans over and says something to the girl, and her dad breaks off some chocolate and hands it to Woody.  Noah and I are really embarrassed.  Woody is sitting so happily, swinging his legs, face full of chocolate, with a little girl and her dad.  Noah and I walk by smiling and saying thank you, and try and get Woody away before he sees the Dad actually has another chocolate bar.

Next Noah buys some groceries and I sit with Woody and give him some lunch to try and suppress the imminent sugar rush.  We are successful.  Phew.

Back at home, Noah and Woody finish the cardboard bus and then Woody and I play with play-doh.  Woody is having a blast.  Really enjoying every moment of it.  For some reason, I come over all neurotics and try and stop him from mixing all the colours together.  He looks at me very seriously and says, ‘That is what people who are 3 years do.  They squish all the colours together’.  He is right. I wish I was as clever as my 3 year old.

Noah makes Woody a mask and turns his apron into a cape and Woody reinvents himself as a superhero called Super Elwood.   Super Elwood does not have any super powers apparently, he just runs fast.  He is happy with that.

Woody and I make some pizza, and Woody tells me everything he knows about ham.  He knows it is from a pig, and he is adamant that a slice of ham is actually a bit of pig skin.  He explains to me that when you want ham you go a farm and get a pig and you just rip a bit of its skin off and eat it.  Interesting.  And when you run out, he continues, you just rip some more skin off a pig and eat it.

I get Woody to retell this story to Noah over dinner.  It is hilarious.

Woody heads off to bed, Noah and I look at some jobs, Noah cracks on with applications and I blog and smile at how funny Woody has been today.

Good night and good dreams friends.  x
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Diane Binnie on

Elwood didnt seem to have any trouble choosing shoes in San Francisco, or handbags for that matter. Mxx

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