The Great Tracky Dak Debacle.

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

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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Woody wakes earlier than we are ready to be awake, so we tag team Woody patrol.

It is preschool day so we razz around and pack Woody's bag.  Woody loves preschool but he is not looking forward to rest time where they have to do something quietly for 45 minutes after lunch.  He asks me if I can have a word with the teachers and ask if he is allowed to run around in quiet time.  I laugh.

We leave the house within an hour of time we intended to leave the house.  Not great / Could be worse.  We sort out some admin at the school and Woody gets on with the business of playing.  He is delighted to be at preschool.

Noah and I head home, inhale some food and try and work out what we have to do today.  We inadvertently catch some day time TV with a fascinating segment on 'the great tracky daks debacle’.  Compelling.   Turns out, tracky daks are not appropriate clothing for every occasion.  Eye opening stuff.  I do not wear tracky daks.  I saw a photo of myself in purple traky daks once.  Never again.

We have a quick squiz at finances and come up with a plan of attack.  We then chat to Mike in San Diego about Californian life.  Envy.  And then we remember Gold Coast life ain’t so bad either.  Mike gives Noah some advice on making the right impression at the office which I am hoping Noah ignores.

We’ll see next week, when Noah has a full week of work at the design agency in Broadbeach.  Yep, you heard it.  Yeee-haaaa.  We are delighted, but it is a trial week, so no cigar just yet.  Noah will find out tomorrow the projects he will be working.  Exciting times.

Inspired by our to do list, the potential that (for Noah) the holiday is nearly over, and some exciting junk mail we decide to head to a shopping centre.  We have a slight detour to a book shop and spontaneously buy another pile of Christmas presents.  Our current financial state is not great, as I remind Noah.  Noah reminds me that we have Christmas all sewn up so in December we will be laughing.  I must say, I do like his thinking...

Anyway, after that, we head straight to the bank.  We are helped by a super lovely girl who then passes us over to a super lovely fellow.  We open an account to start building an empire(ish) and sort out internet banking.  It is time well spent and is surprisingly straight forward.

We then head to Toys R Us clutching the catalogue – with the sale starting today.  We took that as a sign...

So with great enthusiasm, buoyed by sending an invoice, an invoice being paid, and a trial week at work – we decide to lay by Elwood’s birthday presents.  We lay-by a massive train set on a table.  Massive.  We then lay-by a trampoline.  Honestly, you could not wipe the smiles off our faces.  They were massively reduced in price and we can just imagine Woody’s face on his birthday.  We are so, so excited.  We will pick them up 3 days before his birthday.   By the time it is Woody’s birthday he will have had the biggest year and he has made so many adjustments.  And despite some (read: quite a few) meltdowns, he is doing so well.  We are immensely proud of him and know he will be over the moon with the mammoth train set. We are so very excited!

I then send Noah off to do some groceries (I kid you not, we are buying more food.  Insane.)  whilst I try and find Noah a birthday present.  I fail massively.  So, Noah is so far presentless for his birthday later in the week.  Not good. 

We spend more than we intend to and then we head home the hungriest people in the world.  We inhale a lot of food, do some paperwork, and head out to get Woody. 

He is laughing his head off when we walk into preschool.  Properly cracking up.  He is sitting with one other boy.  The other kid lobs a car at Woody’s head and Woody ducks and keeps laughing.  He lights up when he sees us and chats nonstop about his day.  He is so talkative and so funny. 

In the car we ask Woody about the boy he was playing with.  We ask his name, and it is a boy Woody has spoken about a bit.  Woody knows him as, ‘that screechy boy’.  Nice.  Elwood then says ‘that screechy boy threw a car at me.  I do not throw cars I keep the wheels on the ground and roll them.’  He seems pretty smug and briefly like a goody two shoes – that’s my boy. 

We head to the beach as it is still super hot.  We play on the sand and the fellas have a splash.  It is a wonderful, wonderful way to spend the afternoon.

Back at home Woody has a parcel waiting for him.  He is ecstatic. It is from Grandma and is in response to Woody’s note requesting chocolate.  He rips open the bag and tips the contents out on the table and his eyes pop out of his head, as do mine.  It is full with mini chocolate bars and metallic stars.  He has never been so close to so much chocolate in his life.  2 big bars of chocolate also fall out the bag (I am assuming one for me and one for Noah?) and we are all winners.  There is also a self portrait (or sorts) of Grandma.  Woody is just delighted.  I say, ‘I knew mum was sending chocolate but I was not expecting this’.  Woody beams and replies, ‘I was’.  Priceless.

So, Woody has some chocolate buttons and then some dinner.  Hmmm?  Meanwhile Noah sneak eats from the giant bar of dairy milk in the fridge when he thinks no one is watching (rather enthusiastically, as it turns out).  Someone is always watching...

So, Noah and I eat dinner, and I blog.  Our evening routine really.  I will soon sort Woody’s bits out for tomorrow and I suspect Noah will be sneaking by at any moment for some more Dairymilk. 

Happy Days.

Goodnight everyone.  xxx
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Diane Binnie on

For the benefit of your many blog followers, you may have to explain lay-by!

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