Well, we met with Felix’s teacher last night. She is just lovely and of course, I’d fallen hook line and sinker for Felix’s penchant for melodrama. He is behind where he should be for his age in literacy (although how these things are determined still highly irritate me) but it’s not nearly as bad as Mum made out at the end of last year or Felix made out earlier in the week.
I came home, reassured him he was not doing easier work than anyone else in the class and that we just needed to practice some sheets and he’d be as good as gold. He seems to have picked up again, but I know that incident on Monday night will be relived many times over between now and when he does his HSC.
In other news, the complete dorkiness of the Sydney public was on display on Tuesday night when many of us flocked into the city to see two big liners in town, together, for the first time since WW2. It was living proof we as a people would turn up to the opening of an envelope, or even the opening of junk mail if there were fireworks.
Anyway, Chef and the boys came in – it took them almost two hours to make a 50 minute trip.
We went out to dinner. Only one plate got shattered on the floor. The big boys were the epitomy of great kids in a restaurant. They sat, they stayed seated, they weren’t too loud and we all talked to each other like, I don’t know, normal people? We had very good Italian food. Yum.
We wandered around in the sea of people wandering around looking at the QE2. The Queen Mary was berthed too far away for little people on little legs and a mother with a very.expanding.girth.
Then we went up onto the roof of my work and watched fireworks. Yey!
I’d post the photos I took but I just can’t be bothered.
Current foods of craving:
Fizzy anything – I’ve even said to myself “gee I feel like a Coke”. I do not drink that black hideousness, so this has come as quite a shock.
the ham and cheese croissants from the French Patisserie near work – mind you, I’ve only indulged this once mind you as OH.MY.GOD the expansion program is already breathtaking, I don ‘t need to move it to alarming.
Fruit fruit and more fruit
Oscar is in hospital tomorrow for another round of botox in his legs. I say another round but he’s been very lucky. Normally CP kids need it every six months, his first dose has lasted him almost two years.
Anyway, we held off telling him as he gets very anxious about a) going b)having the mask on his face and c) the lack of understanding time means if we tell him too early all we get is him asking (hand over his mouth as the anaesthetic mask) “now?”
So when I told him tonight, it became pretty obvious to me that going to hospital for an almost-9-year-old is very different to a 7 year old. He actually said “yes” on the not going to school and punched.the.air. when I said he’d have to have the mask to put him to sleep.