Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Sick Day and Bot Gardens

On Monday mom, dad and I (and Rowan) were slowly getting ready to go for a walk somewhere. I heard my phone ring - odd as no one usually calls me. It was Ellis's teacher Sam (as in Samantha). "How was Ellis today?" she asked.
"Fine - I think, he didn't want to go to school as Grandpa and Grandma are visiting."
"Oh - well, he's fairly pale and he keeps saying he's hungry....oh - Mi Young says he's just thrown up."
"ok - I'll come and get him."
So off I went. I left Rowan with G & G and apparently he didn't even notice I'd gone. That's a miracle.
I collected Ellis (and his bunny basket) and we headed home. On the way he said:
"I will get rid of my sick germs tomorrow." Hmm - I thought - can he barf at will now? Is this all a ploy to get out of school? I set him up in front of the TV and G & G made alternate plans. They took the bus to the city and wandered around.

Ellis lay on the couch looking pretty forlorn and it appeared he had a fever so I carted him to his bed where he stayed. He actually napped so I know he was sick. Rowan and I napped too - next thing I knew it was 3 pm - Ellis had woken up and seemed a bit better. Yay for drugs.

G & G got back - they had had a good day wandering around the CBD and the art gallery. Good exhibit on hats and it's all free! They liked that - I know where I get it from. G. Doreen had a pumpkin sandwich for lunch at the Sanitarium restaurant in the CBC (Sanitarium is the cereal company here and pumpkin is squash - still weird in a sandwich).

After dinner (which Ellis ate a lot of for once) we watched pictures of Sydney on our TV. G. Doreen secretly wants a bigger TV I think. I think Cyp secretly wishes he could unload ours on them so we could get an even bigger one. I must admit I have gotten used to it and no longer think it's obscene.

This morning (Tuesday) Ellis woke up and seemed to be fine. I wish I could remember his exact phrasing, but it was essentially - "I can control my sick germs." I asked him if perhaps he felt sick yesterday as he didn't want to be left out of the G & G visit and he said "yes" I don't know how he willed a fever on himself. Anyway - he ate fairly well all day and seemed fine.

We decided to walk (ok, I did) to the Botanical Gardens - it's actually not too far from our house. We had to go on the overpass over the highway (spider alley as I will now refer to it) and they were quite nice. Ellis ran around the entire place.

G & G tried planning a trip after lunch and me being a terrible planner hung out in the playroom with Ellis and Rowan. G. Neil prefers calling and asking questions at potential accommodation locales - I hate doing that! and so does Cyp so this is good that G. Neil likes to ask questions.

After we had sort of ironed out a trip, we went to Dick Smith (kinda like Future Shop) to look for a Sim card for a phone. They didn't have one so we had to go to the dreaded Indooroopilly Mall where they did. I then took G & G for a drive on the other side of the river while the boys napped in the car. G. Neil baffled our babysitters by sending them unintelligible messages on my phone (he's new at texting). He likes the iphone though and it may be the next electronic purchase when he gets home.

Our last stop before getting home was to our new city cousin. Cyp and I have joined Food Connect. We are now getting our fruit and veg direct from the farm. The food seems good, but there is not a lot of it. Last week we got one beet, one carrot and one corn of cob in our box (plus other things). I can't really see the point of putting one beet into a box, but who knows - maybe other people would be annoyed to miss out on that one beet. The box is supposed to last us a week - hard to tell right now as there are four adults instead of two so we'll have to wait until G & G have gone home to get a real idea of whether it works or not.

1 comment:

  1. one beet that is ridiculous..what the heck are u supposed to do with one beet? ...actually I grate them up raw for my salads..but that is silly..and one carrot...?

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