It does not matter who I am

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

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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Monday, February 27, 2012

Today starts early, but not as early as I intended it to.  I am meant to be skyping  10 of my very 'breast friends' at 5am, I drag myself to the computer with a mug of tea just after 6am.  (Woody stayed in his own bed and did not wake us – bliss! – but I am now running late....) And I am very lucky to find 10 fabulous people waiting to skype me in to Liz and Michaela’s baby shower.

Liz, Sally, Anne, Ana, Justine, Michaela, Jenny, Amanda, Tracey and Sue – I have missed you all so much and I was going to say it made my day speaking to you – but it didn’t.  It makes my week (maybe even month, heck possibly this year!).  I really wish I was their knocking back wines with you all.  (yes – I did jealously notice all the wine glasses...)

You all looked amazing (and I cannot believe certain members of the group have attributed that  to me leaving the country!)

Secondly I did not break Elwood’s arm, I did not even touch him, despite what he said.  He exaggerates, and I have no idea where he gets that from...

Sorry for spoiling the baby shower present.  Awkward... (Anne – you gave me the best ‘look’!)

Finally, what was that smell....

Seriously, thank you all.  So, so good to see you.  bx

Post skype, I razz around and get ready for swimming.  And this is a very weird thing to say, but I eat the most amazing yoghurt ever.  A cheesecake flavoured low fat yoghurt.  Delish...  Tomorrow, morning apple pie low fat yoghurt is on the menu.  I don’t even want to think about what crap there must be in those yoghurts to make them taste exactly like the real thing and still fat free.  Frankly, I don’t really care.  I have a swimsuit to get into.

Woody is a legend at swimming – that is the only way I can sum up his lesson.  He listens to every instruction, behaves impeccably even when the others in his class aren’t, and tries his hardest in every single exercise.   His arms in freestyle come out of the water so high and his kicking is also fantastic .  I am one super proud mum.

As we are leaving the pool we walk past a man sitting in his Speedos and writing in a notebook.  Before it even happens, I know Woody is going to approach him.  And he does.  What you are doing, says Woody.  The man replies that he is writing.  Elwood looks at the man as if to say, I am not an idiot, and with a slight sigh Woody says ‘But what are you writing about.’  The man says looks slightly taken aback and says  that he is just writing notes.  I ‘encourage’ Elwood to say goodbye and as he is walking away Elwood says ‘Why does that man not have any outfit on?’.  I do not understand the Speedo, unless you are an Olympian of course, so I just shake my head and say ‘I have no idea’.

Before we leave I just nip to the toilets, which means I have to walk through the ladies change room with Elwood.  I have a bad feeling about this.  There is a naked woman in the change room and Elwood stops in his tracks and looks directly at her.  He says hello, but I don’t think she replies.  So he keeps staring.  I try and persuade Woody out of the change room and as he is wandering away he announces  loudly and clearly ‘That lady has really big boobies’.  I made the mistake of ignoring him.  So, Elwood says it again even louder.  Oh, the shame...

We head over to Broadwater Park as Elwood fancies a bike ride and a picnic.  We find the most amazing picnic spot and Woody and I chat and play and just have a brilliant time.  Back on the bike we go to a playground and Woody has a play.  Then back on the bike he rides over to check up on the progress of the bouncy pillow they are building.  Woody sincerely believes they are building it for him, as he loved the bouncy pillow at Barleylands in Billericay and he really misses it. Woody cycles up to the workmen, asks them how they are, and if they will be able to have it finished next week (they are not so sure...).  He tells them they are doing a great job and rides on.

Woody spots some workmen laying turf and again, cycles straight over to them with the standard line, ‘What are you doing?’ .  They cheerfully and patiently  explain the finer points of laying turf to a very interested Woody before Woody bids them farewell and rides on.

I time Woody and make him race laps around the bike track.  He loves the challenge, I love wearing him out.  It’s a win win.

It is hot hot hot so Woody rides to the shop and we have drinks and take a load off for a bit.  And then it is time for a swim in the rock pools.  It is amazing.  Woody practices some swimming and generally just enjoys the water.  He behaves amazingly well, despite the fact he must be shattered.

I decide we should head home before Woody realises how tired he is.  So we go home, and we unexpectedly find a parcel for Woody.  Woody is very excited to find that my school friend Peta and her son Ben, have sent Woody a CD of Fair Dinkum Aussie Christmas Carols.  Woody is over the moon, and does not seem to care that it is February.  And that is how we find ourselves listening to such classics as:  ‘deck the shed with bits of wattle’  and  ‘Australians let us BBQ’ on his hot February Day.  Thanks Peta and Ben, we love it, seriously!

We eat lunch and I am somehow tricked into reading a squillion Mr Men books to Woody.   Finally, even he cannot handle any more Mr men and just gives up and goes to sleep.

Meanwhile, I crack on and do housework.  I am listening to an audio book which is the only reason I have done housework twice in 1 week.  I sit on the sofa once I am done, and I see how much sand is on the floor and realise what a crap job I have done and get some amusement from this.

I make a couple of phone calls, and then decide to wake woody if he is going to sleep at all tonight.  He wakes in the most amazing mood and he is keen to head back to the park.  We pretty much do exactly the same ritual this morning, but with different lighting as it is approaching sunset.  I have a coffee which fills me with both caffeine and joy.  Excellent. 

Elwood says something which takes Noah and me by surprise.  He says, ‘It does not matter who I am’.  We stress that it does matter and slightly concerned, we reassure him how much we love him.  But he is adamant.  He continues ‘Sometimes you call me Elwood and sometimes you call me Woody - It does not matter who I am’.  Ahhhh, now we get it.  He does not mind what we call him.  That is far less complicated.  Phew.

Back at home I make Woody some dinner.  I tell Noah I can’t cook and clean in the same day, so dinner is not an option tonight (we can’t untidy the tidiness). Despite this, I feel an obligation to cook Woody dinner, firstly because he cannot reach the hob and secondly because he would tell everyone if I didn’t. So Woody eats and Noah and I look for things to eat which are filling and do not mess the kitchen. Ha!

And that is pretty much it.  Noah is working, I am blogging and a bit dozy from a day in the sun. 

Sleep tight everyone.  x
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Leonie on

can you guess how many times I laughed out loud?????xxx

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