It's been another odd week, and weekend.
The only I can recall about last week is Guy Fawkes
night.
I think the rest of the week went well, personal-wise.
Work was hectic for two days with unexpected events, and the remaining time was
catch-up.
We did do playground at least once during the week, when
the weather and timing was just right: not too windy, not too late, not too
wet. "Swing!" is Atilla's favourite activity.
Atilla did brush his teeth a couple of nights, and
flossed one night. By 'brush teeth' I mean he chews his toothbrush bristles and
sucks off the toothpaste. Occasionally he may brush his tongue. He keeps
refusing me to help him brush teeth. I am become philosophical.
His last canine is coming out this week. He's grouchier
than last week.
This weekend didn't live up to expectations. Sigh.
Atilla didn't get to enjoy a family bath. He did enjoy
the hotel room and being on the 11th floor. The room's window overlooked a
major road, and so there were plenty of buses to get him excited. The vertical
blind was fun for him to hide behind, while I quietly had anxiety about the
blind's cord as I hadn't thought to tie it up above his reach.
He didn't enjoy breakfast galette. I sat relieved in my
chair when Dadee finally took him on a stroll. Atilla had deliberately spilled
the remainder of his fluffy onto the table, necessitating a second clean up.
Grrr.
Any how. That's over.
***
I was responsible for scratch lunch, and scratch dinner
on Saturday. Atilla enjoyed mu-ushing the couscous. Less enthusiastic about the
eating.
I was responsible for scratch dinner on Sunday. Atilla
enjoyed picking up his food and identifying the ingredients. Less enthusiastic
about eating.
***
We went to Sylvia Park, and we made a beeline to see the
horse at National Bank.
Atilla was diverted from it at times, but always returned
to the horse. He gazes at it happily, and strokes the image and points at it
and grins widely and asks to be picked up to stroke the horse on its nose.
He didn't want to leave.
Unfortunately the bank had already thrown out all its
paraphanalia with the Lloyds horse logo, and so it became very difficult to
persuade Atilla to say good-bye to the horse on a permanent basis.
I dread to imagine how he'll behave when they take away
the horse image. We'd go wandering around the shopping centre seeking the
horse, I guess. Sigh.
***
Atilla asked about fireworks again tonight, during Brush
Teeth. He lived with his disappointment.
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