Balloons, science and yet more putering.

Get the feeling that when Big gets back Small is going to go into serious computer withdrawal. Left to his own devices I think he would just educate himself entirely autonomously by exploring the internet until he understood it all.

Anyway, we started out the morning by going to the doctors for Small’s follow up appt on his ears. We walked via the charity shop where a lego pirate ship had been spotted by Tim and D the night before, just in case, but it turned out to be megablocks and not lego and to have no bricks at all with it, just lots of dragons. Not good value for £20. Small was rather disappointed, and there was bottom lip quivering but a big hug gave him the strength to pull himself together and we headed on on our route.

His ears, apparently, are still inflamed but not as badly as they were last time. Sigh. And then the doctor blew up and gave him a bright orange balloon. Last time he handed it over uninflated and that would have been a much better plan, as it was a seriously windy day. We didn’t even make it up the first road to the library before the obvious happened, and despite chasing, we couldn’t catch the balloon.

🙁 I hate my kids being disappointed. (actually I hate anybody being disappointed. One of my clearest memories from teen years is my mum and I going out for a coffee together (even though at the time I hated coffee) and the little coffee shop we were going to was closed and she gave this really fake laugh and smile to cover up her disappointment and we had to go to Lodges coop instead. Where I drank coffee to show solidarity even though I hated it.) And a hug wasn’t going to stop the lip quivering and indeed full on crying this time. I promised a balloon when we got home, but that wasn’t much of a condolence at the time, he was very upset. Stupid doctor man.

We stopped at the library so that I could pick up my ordered in book, and then at the garden centre so that we could get cress seeds for his science kit. By now he’d just about pulled it together about the balloon, although he was a little concerned about whether it would have popped already or not.

And then home, where we set up the science experiment. It needs a couple of days growing time, so hopefully we should have something to see tomorrow (given that although this is a blog about Wednesday I’m writing it on Thursday. Confused yet? I am!) And on to more computing time.

He seems to have gone off fusion falls. Not quite sure why. Instead he explored Trix worlds longest rollercoaster and blogged about it on his blog, then found some games that he couldn’t actually do and required me to do for him instead, then finally set himself up a buddy on some buildabear ville a like site. And then I gave him tea and then I read to him before it was lights out time.

I am enjoying this time with him. I’ve never really spent one to one time with him as a person, I had hours with him here and there when he was a baby and Big was at nursery, but it’s not the same as a few days in a stretch. He’s very easy to be with.

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4 responses to “Balloons, science and yet more putering.”

  1. stupid doctor man indeed! has any course of treatment been offered for the inflamed ears? or is it “come back in X weeks if you are no better”

  2. No, no treatment. We’ve to go back in a month. When I’ll have to explain all over again why we are there, and we’ll go through the balloon thing again no doubt.
    .-= Jax´s last blog ..Balloons, science and yet more putering. =-.

  3. balloons are a nightmare. we lied because we are pathetic parents.
    we have said balloons are filled with wishes and when one pops that is fantastic because all the wishes fall out, and may land on your head, so one at least will come true.
    if balloons escape then all the wishes are being towed away by the wish fairies who have wishes to make true, and that is good as well, because the wish fairy always drops a wish behind your ears, so it will come true, just tell mamma what it is and anything over £2.50 is out.
    you see? we have been flippin desperate when it comes to balloons. but it has all allowed me to pop them and lose them by accident on purpose.
    actually, we are pretty ruthless, aren’t we?
    .-= grit´s last blog ..Of course we are interested only in safeguarding children =-.

  4. Oh no…I still remember all the balloons we have lost…it is a trauma that doesn’t leave one, I’ve found and I still fondly hope that there is an inflated Spongebob happily bouncing around in the stratosphere, rather than polluting the oceans.
    .-= Carlotta´s last blog ..Early Day Motion Update. =-.

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