Sunday, 10 December 2017

Draft I.

Infamous.
"Life. Don't talk to me about Life."
A weird chaotic Thing. Full of stress. So unnecessary. Humans. So unnecessary. Odd weird Things, humans.

Life is simple. Exist, Eat, Expire.

Then Mammalian Things get in the way. Things like: Love. Or, Laughter.
Then Human Things get in the way of that. Things like: Memory. Glory. Inheritance. Civilisation. Efficiency. Empire. Justice. Law. Talent. Oppression. Money.

If only these unfortunate saps can remember; Life is Exist - Eat - Expire.

Their hormones mess up their perception of this.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Life: what did I miss 08 Oct 2017

I miss my daughter my son scoffing ice cream
I miss my son my daughter playing in the playground
I miss my daughter my son walking home just before the spring rain

I hug my son my daughter my husband I miss them so much
I hug my husband my daughter my son I love them so much
I kiss my daughter my son my husband I owe them so much

They hug me
My daughters sings to me
My son clings to me
My husband gives me food
They love me so much

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

verse: the finest

now am I the finest
arbiter in town
the go-to
the final
the latest
the ultimate
the best
they don't do it without me.

The Laundry Fairy.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

verse: tantrum 11 Sept 2017

why o why my tempestuous rise, with each screech she accuses
I am all reason in all seasons, yet with each screech she doth dispute
my ire perturbed and equilibrium disturbed, tattered mine repute

was I ever a calm personage, gracing my fellows with respect
was I ever a calm visage, spake softly my peers with circumspect
was I ever a calming engagement, just and wise - or just suspect?

my nerves are shattered
my sanity all scattered
my mind mindless in time

in space I sob
I am all robbed
who am I?

I am sad
I am mad
I am anger personified
I am a hurricane whipping debris
causing repercussions inconsiderately

Sound and fury, signifying
...something.

Monday, 11 September 2017

Verse: hear play 9 Sept 2017

Brushing hair with pinky-sized pink plastic brushes
Solid plastic purple- and yellow-dressed
Princesses turned upside down
Their heads used pretending to squirt
Miscellaneous unknowable gooey hair product
Into eager clever hands
Mushing pretend goo
Scrunching as a stylist
Through my curtain
Silver-streaked and brown and variegated black
Pulled and tweaked and teased
She chortles and cackles and
cackles more chortles
irresistibly

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Story: Bundle's story

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Bundle. She is a delightful person and I am pleased to introduce her to you.

She enjoys her scooter very much. With her Go-go-green helmet to protect her head and brain, she became very skilled.

She can scoot up a hill, with her mother chasing after. Sometimes she let her mother catch her.

Sometimes she let her mother pull her and her scooter up the hill. Sometimes they walk together, pushing the scooter.

Sometimes Bundle has an accident which even the helmet couldn't stop. But always her head and brain is protected.

Even if her nose, chin, elbow, knees, palms get scraped and scarred.

Saturday, 9 September 2017

Verse: Spring rain 8 Sept 2017

in a life so bland and damp
in a home so moistly warm
in a bed so fully shared

loud it drops on sturdy roof
loud it thuds on thundering panes
hidden are the wary beasts

muzzle peeping out snuffling
scent warily for the hint
yea, verily seeking scrabbling

any break retreat and pause
easement grateful aural remission
bombardment ceases

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Bringing up baby: regrets, and other news

Sadness from mummy. I have regrets.

I am regretful I haven't played with him as much as I used to. I am regretful I worked so much and hard in October.

And so, I don't know my little boy so well anymore. I am regretful for that, too.

I love him so much, and I don't know how to show it. I am lacking time to look after the house, care for my Bundle, and care for Tilly. Toys and TV are a poor substitute for quantity time.

Last week was good. As a family, we were at the playground. This week, we had lunch together and then went to the playground. I just need to be more mindful and make AND take opportunities to be with my son.

My body is still in too poor a shape for me to be as physical as I need to be with an active pre-schooler.

Tonight was sad for me. Daddy was looking after the house. Tilly brushed his teeth, mucked around by himself. Then took himself to bed quietly. He didn't want me, he wanted Daddy.

My sadness.

Last year, or earlier this year, I was His Best Friend. I got the Polar Bear (second-best toy after Koala), the one to play "Bye Bye" with, to go tree climbing with.

***
I miss how we used to push Tiily-in-a-box around the floor before bedtime. I miss reading to him. I miss playing with him.

***
In other news, Bundle is absolutely gorgeous, with the most charming smiles.

Monday, 25 November 2013

Bringing up baby: "Dum(p) Truck"

In late September, I was fortunate enough to be read to by Tilly.

It was a lovely morning, and we had a very nice few minutes at daycare. It is one of my fondest memories.

Tilly picked a book from the communal basket, and indicated that I ought to sit down beside him on the couch. We settled in, and he began reading to me.

"Dum truck," he pointed to the picture of the yellow dump truck on the cover of the book.

He opened the book.

"Dum truck," he pointed to the picture of the hero of the story. It was a toy dump truck, being played with by a boy in a sandpit.

He turned the page.

"Dum truck," he pointed. It was a picture of a real working dump truck on a construction site.

"Dum truck." Turn page. It was a picture of a real working dump truck, with dirt being put into it.

"Dum truck." Turn page. It was a picture of a real working dump truck, covered by tarpauline, carrying dirt across the city.

"Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page. These were pictures of a real working dump truck, working on various jobs.

"The end." Close book.

I am charmed. My ten minutes with him at day care had alarmed a few minutes ago. And I wanted to hear him read the book some more.

"Again?" I asked him. "Shall we read the book again?"

He beamed at me, and I smiled delightedly at him.

"Dum truck," he pointed to the picture of the yellow dump truck on the cover of the book.

He opened the book.

"Dum truck," he pointed to the picture of the hero do the story.

He turned the page.

"Dum truck," he pointed.

"Dum truck." Turn page.

"Dum truck." Turn page.

"Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page. "Dum truck." Turn page.

"The end." Close book.

I am wistful, and saddened. I had to go to work. No more Dum Truck for me today.

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Bringing up baby: 21-22 September 2013

Update so far:

Tilly is vocalising and storytelling a lot more. He is beginning to tell us about the interesting things he's done ("I mow the lawn!") and the interesting things he's observed ("babble babble babble red balloon!" "babble babble babble knock on the door driving to Ah Mah's house").

One of the more amusing things I hear him say, apart from his standard "What doing?", is "How about me??" said in a very plaintive tone.

***
It's been a mostly good weekend.

During Saturday, Tilly inspired us to clean the spider webs from the inside of the house, and to vacuum our house. It was very nice to end the day in a clean house.

Atilla was very good on Saturday, having an early nap, and we managed an early dinner, and an early bedtime for him. I cleaned the kitchen and gave husband an early night - which he took (as opposed to staying up late to game).

There was a magnificent thunder and lightning storm in the dark hours of the morning.

***
Sunday was a very emotional day. Lots of emotional swings from young Tilly. And subsequently, emotional swings for Mummy and Daddy. We all ended the day at about 10pm or 12pm after minimal housework, a real contrast to Saturday.

The sticking point, I think, was Tilly's constipation. The end result horrified me.
All weekend Tilly was to-ing and fro-ing regarding the toilet. He didn't want to sit on unless he was ready to poop. (I think) He could feel the poop and his bowels working away, but it wouldn't come out. He was very long suffering and sat patiently but nada. So he hops off again and carries on his day. Parental assistance is required for all these activities.
It culminated on Sunday night during a late dinner (prep and cooking delayed due to aforementioned parental assistance).
For an extended period of time - at least an hour - this family experienced a hullabaloo of Tilly's pained tears, his sweaty face, his despairing wails, his desperate pleadings to have Mummy get his stuck poop out (I couldn't see anything to pull :-(), his shame at peeing on himself while he was in training pants, Daddy's loud frustration that Tilly didn't want to concentrate to poop.
In response to Daddy, I asked him to remove himself from the bathroom and take care of himself, and I would take care of Tilly.
Tilly and I calmed down, and he decided to give the toilet another go. Not much happened, so we cleaned up (yet again) and returned to our activity (whatever it was).
Next episode, calmed Daddy helped Tilly on the toilet. This was the first productive session. But by the gods, the outcome!
I'm containing my devastation and despair. My poor kid is developing dreadful constipation these past two weeks. Today was one of the worst I've seen. It caused enough pain and blood to turn the toilet water pink. The kid was quite cheerful after passing such a difficult stool, pointing to the water, "Pink!" he says proudly.
 On his subsequent session on the loo, he wanted to turn the water pink again. Happily for me, it was just a normal soft stool. Disappointment for him.
 We are trying prune juice on him, as he's unreliable on chomping prunes.
 I feel like I've been a Bad Mother: I'm so despairing that I've not done more to prevent his pain (even if he is proud of making pink poop). Usually it can be pulled out, or bits knocked off to make the initial pass smaller, or massaged out. But not today. 

The next emotional swing was at Toothbrushing time. (Daddy later explained that Tilly wanted to do it twice, complete with toothpaste. Daddy wouldn't allow it.( Frustration on both sides and tempers flared. After completing minimal housework, I ventured upstairs with the required paraphernalia - soft toys, water bottle, a bowl to catch potential upchuck. 

The bowl was a potential fuel to the upchuck - Tilly has begun to associate the bowl with the requirement to upchucking, even though we've done our best to explain that the upchuck requires the bowl. 

Anyhoo I did my bit to de-escalate the situation: calmed and soothed Tilly down in my own way, and calmed Daddy down in my own way. This took some time and effort. Gotta be 10.30pm by now. 

We all fell asleep on the floor of Tilly's room. 

***
I woke up to start Monday at 5.40am, and the other two had a late start at around 7am. Lucky sods. At least it gave me time to do some more housework, and to prepare roast chicken dinner. Hope the chicken turns out well. 

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Bringing up baby: Highlights 15-22 Sept

Tilly mows the lawn (c) ^_^ 2013
Last week Atilla helped to mow the lawn. He was so proud of himself. 

Tilly vacuums the house (c) ^_^ 2013
This week Atilla helped to vacuum the house. It was a heartwarming sight. 

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Bringing up baby: Amazing Siberian Slippers for kids

These are the variations of the slipper pattern "Amazing Siberian Slippers" I've knitted for Tilly in the depths of winter 2013, as he's outgrown moccasins.

outside view (c) ^_^ 2013

insole view (c) ^_^ 2013
These ones were the second set I made, in complete certainty I had got the sizing correct this second time around. He wore them a few times, but they were too big and kept slipping off his feet! to wails and cries.

green slippers (c) ^_^ 2013
These are the ones I made, adapting/reducing the pattern to Tilly's feet measurements. He's really keen on them. They are just right, and stay on. He needs to make an effort before putting them on, and taking them off.

Monday, 23 September 2013

Bringing up baby: Tilly's world view a while ago

2013 sometime
This is what Tilly sees when he has to climb up the stairs to the second level of our house. Intimidating, isn't it? No wonder he always wants to be bau-bau'd (carried).

Thursday, 12 September 2013

MS Access: Really Basics - Use a form to update multiple tables

So at work I am learning something new about Microsoft Access Database. I want to use 1 form to update at least 2 tables, and there are 3 tables involved all together.

For the past 2 and a half hours I've learned that my form needed to be have Recordset Type = Dynaset (Inconsistent Updates). For a majority of this time I've been searching and puzzling about where I can find this property so that I can change it.

Some links I've tried (not including my google searches):

I've even tried video tutorials, but I didn't have any luck.

No where did they tell me the most simplest thing: 
  1. In the form, go to Design view.
  2. Right-click, to select Property Sheet.
  3. The Selection Type should equal Form; this can be chosen in the drop-down menu below the words 'Selection Type'.
  4. In the Data tab, in the second row, is the form property "Recordset Type". And in the column next to it, I can choose "Dynaset (Inconsistent Updates)". 
  5. Yay!
Yes, I'm a total n00b.

Monday, 19 August 2013

Bringing up baby: update 18 August 2013

Life has been so full.

Mainly due to lots of pressure at work.

Atilla is thriving and maturing and still a wonder to be with. He is so playful. There's been so many memories I want to capture. In no particular order:

  • His running is still a bit like a speeded up black&white movie; jerky, abrupt, and fast. It gets him where he wants to be.
  • His hidden security retreat - under the large wooden dining/filing table. He goes there to hide from exiting the house, or when he feels wronged. 
  • His sensitivity, when he feels wronged. His mouth has a sad trembling mou, his eyes express his hurt feelings, and he looks defenceless. He bravely makes the best of a bad situation, and distracts his hurt feelings by doing something else.
  • His sleeping posture. He looks so relaxed, with his arms out flung, or hands under his head. Closed eyes, lips slightly parted. Breathing so peacefully.
  • His singing. He has his version of Old Macdonald. The most noticeable refrain is "eieio" chanted without discrimination to the tune. There's another song I don't recognise - it involves hand gestures symbolising fishes swimming, hands going to the mouth in an 'Oh no!', and something else in the sequence which I can't recall just now. He also sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
  • He attempts to vacuum the carpet. He knows it requires a handheld device which makes a lot of noise. He knows the device needs to be switched on, and off. He knows the device belongs to Adults. He attempts to vacuum the carpet with my hair-dryer. Cute.
  • His babbling. He is talking to us, but we can't really make out the words. We can usually understand his intent though.
  • His interest in dinosaurs. He asks Daddy to draw dinosaurs. Daddy is very good at drawing recognisable dinosaurs.
  • Teaching him responsibility. I asked him to clear and tidy the table so we could have breakfast. He counter-proposed that I ought to clear the table. I said I was getting breakfast, and he needed to clear the table so we could eat. He descended his steps and cleared and tidied the table. What a brilliant boy!
  • His remembering our times at the swimming pool, including picnic lunch. We kept talking about going swimming, and his contribution was to haul the picnic mat to be packed into the car.
  • His enjoyment of swinging on the playground swings. He can sit there contentedly, being pushed, for over an hour.
  • His enjoyment of food. When he eats so happily there is no spillage to clean up.
  • He plays with Polar Bear and Koala Bear and Giraffe. He looks after his Caillou doll, and gives it baths, and sits him tenderly on the blue-and-pink soft toy horse with reins.
  • Holding hands with him as we walk along - in home, to the playground, in car parks, exploring.
  • His every attempt to become independent. His latest is to wipe his own butt after pooping on the loo. (I get very fussy in case he misses, and the shit gets on his hands.)
  • His cuddles and hugs. 

Friday, 2 August 2013

Bringing up baby: what Atilla thinks as 'Mummy'

Around two years ago I received my ipad. Around two years ago I downloaded the Baby Signs app. Tilly took to it quite happily, and always focused on this flash card:
"Hello"
Or at least, this little character. It was his favourite. I wondered whether it was because she also had dark hair and brown eyes.

This year, 13 July 2013, about 19 months after we first met her, Atilla smiled at me and pointed to her: "Mummy". 

It seems he thought she was me as a little girl!

Monday, 29 July 2013

Bringing up baby: Hamilton Gardens, with child

We had a brilliant day, and mostly everybody stayed happy.

Highlights:
  • Getting out of the house on time,
  • Tilly staying awake the whole 1.5hr it took us to arrive there, A very nice weather day, Seeing lots of interesting things with Tilly, Tilly's interest.


Tilly's highlights:
  • "Dragon Turtle".


I dressed Tilly in his going-out gear, complete with his much-despised vest (it covers up the dog picture on his t-shirt), which he acquiesced to nicely enough, with the promise he could take it off once we arrived at Hamilton Gardens.

Mummy and Daddy took longer to get ready, what with me wanting to pack a snack-box for three people, just in case we got hungry before the designated lunch break.

We eventually got out, and I'd brought what I though was necessary, including our sun hats.

Onwards on the motorway we travelled. I thought I had to keep Tilly I interested in the journey,so we pointed out the highlights when we thought he could see them from his car seat.

"Look, Tilly! Cows!"
"Black cows!"
"Brown cows."
"Cows."
"cows"
"cows"
"Hawk!"
"cows"
"cows"
"cows"
"cows"
"Sheep!"
"cows"
Not bothering to mention any more cows, as even he had stopped being excited.

We did see some swans in a field, and a couple of horses, however we whizzed by so fast Tilly probably couldn't see them unless he'd been looking out for them.

"Waikato River!"

***
The kauri rickets I the car park has grown taller, which is a good thing.

Koala bear (new addition to Tilly's menagerie since Aunty returned from Australia) was his companion of choice, despite our objections. It was supposed to be a nice family day, so we acquiesced to his decision despite my misgivings.

Dad and son strolled around Turtle Lake, I visited the latrine. It has gone upmarket since we last visited. For the better. There's even a Dyson hand-dryer, Mark II. [Aside: a couple of drawbacks - too noisy, scaring babies and small kids; bigger small kids can't reach in to dry their hands.]

I caught up with the family, and Tilly informed me they had been watching "fantail". We continued the stroll, and saw another fantail and some other bird.

Tilly wanted to hunt for the flighty fantail. We dissuaded him, saying the fantail would find us after it had gotten it's lunch.

I went to the Information Centre and got yet another map. Realising that we no longer had the luxury of faffing about with map reading, I asked the nice lady to circle our places of interest:
  • Italian garden,
  • Indian garden
  • Sustainable garden,
  • Playground.


Buoyed, we set forth.

***
Tilly was suitably impressed by the wolf and two babies statue (Romulus and Remus, and adoptive mum).

He was less sanguine about departing widely from his stroller. A real hullabaloo.

We departed the Italian garden, parental units chastened and wiser.
***
Indian garden was a big hit, and Tilly got out to play with the small fountain burbling by the river.

He loosened up enough to play with mum and dad.

He even played with pushing his stroller.
***
English garden was apparently interesting to Tilly, although there wasn't much as the lawn was herbicided and fungicided.
***
Japanese garden was all right. Tilly liked it enough to want to explore the Shinto rock garden of contemplation.
***
Chinese garden was good. Twelve large orange goldfishes, dad pushing the stroller uphill up the shallow steps. The Dragon Turtle. Tilly was very impressed. I was too slow to take a photo of his first encounter. Sigh. On the other side of the path, Tilly pointed out "butterfly". As we left the area, mum and dad saw the butterfly.
***
Back to the entrance/exit area. Tilly toddled off into the English garden again, pursued by Daddy.

I savoured a yoghurt coated rice cake. I was famished, and ready for a spot of lunch.
***
Onwards we trouped. We saw the Kitchen garden, and the crop garden. I never can recognise oats. It looks like grass.
***
To the Sustainable Garden.

It was fascinating enough, with it's chicken coop and chickens. I saw a free range mouse.

The garden was cramped and narrow, and when I tried to remove the stroller to a more open area, Tilly became insecure.

Parental unit not wise enough.
***
We diverted to the Tudor garden, with its dragons, unicorn, and gryphon.
***
Gotta be lunchtime. Had lunch.

Tilly enjoyed himself quite a lot, climbing over Daddy.

We ended the session with Tilly sitting contentedly in his stroller, watching Turtle Lake, chatting to me. It was so nice.
***
We found Daddy, and Daddy found the playground. Daddy and Tilly played while I sat in the sunshine and watched their leisure pleasure.
***
Husband drove us home. What a hero.
***
On Sunday, preparing to go out, Tilly (after he had distributed the sun hats) said, "Dragon Turtle?"

Friday, 19 July 2013

Bringing up baby: 4 July Painting

04Jul13 paint (c) Atilla 2013
Medium: paper, paint, glitter, sparkle paint.

You don't get the full effect. There is sparkles on the blue-purple paint, and glitter painted over by green paint.

Monday, 8 July 2013

Bringing up baby: 6 July 2013 what a nice day!

It was absolutely amazing. Atilla was nice all day! He was friendly, playful, and listened to his parents!

 It was my turn to parent Tilly in the morning. He had his milk, his nappy change - he scarpered off, so I waited for him in the nappy changing room, and he wandered in after a brief while.

He played ("Tasty!) while I installed the new kettle. He did have a tantrum when I took away his blue playdoh, on the basis he isn't supposed to eat toys at home. This tantrum lasted a long while, enough to boil a max kettle 3 times and to make Daddy his tea. He was ok during this tantrum. Sure, he wailed and gnashed his teeth, and tears rolled down his soft baby cheeks onto the table. He lay down on the floor and sobbed loudly. He quietened down. I sat with him at the quiet stage. I explained that he isn't to eat toys at home. I explained he could eat the playdoh at daycare if he wanted (I think it's ok as that stuff is made to a published recipe than out of a tub). I asked him if he wanted me to stay. "No." I finished making Daddy's tea. I asked him if he wanted to help take Daddy's tea to him. "Yes."

The tea ritual completed, we returned downstairs for breakfast. 
  • Yoghurt, banana on toast, he reminded me about taking my pill. He ate, he sat on my lap, he played around me. He read a couple of pamphlets. We finished breakfast, it was 10am. Time Daddy was up.
  • Daddy had breakfast, reminded me it was WoF time. We persuaded Tiily out of the house within 30mins and without a tantrum (a record!) Tilly was very good at the WoF place. He played very well.
  • Lunchtime at a Japanese place. Tilly ate very nicely. When he'd finished, he wandered outside under Daddy's supervision.
  • He dozed in the car, and finished his nap at home.
  • We went to the playground for sometime. Then to the bookshop. Then back to playground, then home.
  • Tv time, dinner, bath by 7pm. Upstairs by 7.30pm.
  • Toileting for an hour.
  • Bed, Mog the Forgetful Cat, Over the Rainbow song, and sleep by 10pm.


Atilla was a pleasure to be with today.


Sent from handheld

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Bringing up baby: 22-23 June 2013 Walks in the rain, and Kelly Tarleton's

Remembering the good times.

22 June 2013 - Walks in the rain.

As per routine, I parented Tilly on Saturday morning. This was the weekend of wild woolly weather. This was the weekend of wet, cold, and rain. Most of the weather completed on Thursday and Friday, so I thought that Saturday was a good time to go for a walk.

Saturday morning was a good time to go for a walk, as Daddy was still feeling the effects of being ill, and we needed breakfast brought into the house.

I persuaded Tilly to go for a walk to the local bakery. This persuasion took probably an hour. He was an enthusiastic participant by the time we walked down the front steps. He had on his gumboots, his rain jacket, and held the folded up shopping bag. I had on my boots, and Daddy's jacket, and held a purple umbrella.

We sauntered, forthwith. Tilly looked so cute, so serious, holding the folded shopping bag by its handles.

On the walk, he found one of the pockets on his jacket. He put his hand into his jacket to keep it warm. It was a cold day.

We bought several buns from the bakery.

Tilly toddled outside, and insistently clambered onto a chair, and sat expectantly. I overrode my first concern to bring food to Daddy, and acquiesced to my current concern of not disappointing Tilly. I gave him half a sultana bun. I ate the other half. He munched on his. Occasionally he would say "Shoo bird" at the gathering sparrows. They paid no mind.

The rain had stopped, and the sunshine was warming up the glass table and chair and me and Tilly. It was nice.

When Tilly finished, I persuaded him we needed to share the remaining buns with Daddy. Tilly acquiesced. We sauntered back home. Tilly had to walk all the way without being carried, as my hands were fully occupied with the bag of buns, umbrella, and holding onto Tilly's hand.

We had second breakfast at home.

Interlude.

After our weekly grocery shopping trip, Tilly still wasn't settling for a nap. So, this was a good time to visit the local wetland/pond/ducks.

Preparation felt like it took 30 minutes. Dressing Tilly, dressing parents, getting pushchair, prepping pushchair for wet weather, getting out the frozen stale bread (yay! more freezer space!).

We strolled. I remarked on the changes in the neighbourhood.

At the pond, the birdlife was plentiful gathered on the sodden grass. Ducks, geese, pukekos, sea birds.

We had fun feeding the birds on the grass. The rain came, so I volunteered to hold the umbrella so other people could continue feeding the birds.

We fed the birds in the rain.

Eventually the rain stopped. Eventually we ran out of bread.

We walked home. Tilly napped.

***
23 June 2013 - Kelly Tarlton's Sea Life Aquarium 
(website)

This place has changed since we last visited. The entrance is now in the polar area - more room for queues. There is no more snowcat ride. Shame.

Tilly was very quick. He walked quickly through the Explorers' hut, not wanting to stop for anything. He stopped for the live penguins exhibit. He was fascinated.

We were there for a bit of time. Not as long as when Tilly was watching seals at the zoo. Sufficient to sate his desire for penguins.

He'd had enough, and pulled parental units onwards and upwards.

(Did we pass the 12mo Giant Squid? "Biiig!")

This was then the open cafe area, with rock pools, larger aquarium of fishes, rays, kid's section. He had fun. I was ho hum, and had fun watching Tilly.

He mucked around for a while in the kid's section. He was gentle with the turtle shell. I was proud of him for showing some respect to a dead animal part.

After 15 minutes or so, he pulled parental units onwards. Past the rays, past the shark models. Past the resting rays.

Into. The Tunnel.

Tilly really enjoyed the Tunnel. We went through it twice.

I rested at the eel area.

Tilly and Daddy went through the Tunnel four times. Tilly came back and thought I ought to enjoy the Tunnel too.

We went through a couple more times. I persuaded the family to retire to the cafe area for sustenance. Oh that was a nice break.

We went through the Tunnel a couple more times, then parental units insisted it was the end of Tunnel and it was time to visit another exhibit.

Sea horses, sea dragons, puffer fish, live octopus, etc. Exit via shop area. Exit to carpark.

"Next time, Tilly. We'll come back another time."

***
highlights of this weekend: walking in the rain, Tilly's enjoyment of Kelly Tarlton's.