So the cockroach under the glass did not die. Most annoying. He tried to fake us out by pretending he was dead. I almost lifted the glass - but Cyp came along and gave it another shake and he went ballistic again. Shudder. So Cyp decided we should flush him. I was leery - those cockroaches can survive a nuclear blast - I'm pretty sure they can swim, but Cyp reassured me that flushing would work. Ok - go for it. It worked.
I was meeting Mireille (French Cdn mom) at Rowdy Rascals - similar concept to Lil Tigers but on our side of town. I thought I had loads of time to get ready, but suddenly it was 9 am and I had to get gas and I had been aiming to get to Rowdy Rascals at 9:30. Darn. I turned into grump momma as I tried to get us out the door. As I was driving across town to get gas (at least it felt like it) I realized I had forgotten the diaper bag. Not a good situation when one kid seems to have a case of diarrhea. So I called Cyp at home (he still had man flu) to meet me outside so he could fling the diaper bag into the car as I drove by. Unfortunately, I had to drive through Toowong Village. CURSES! The lights there are really unbelievable. The drivers of the two cars in front of me both fell asleep waiting for the light and I had to honk to revive them. MOVE PEOPLE! Diaper bag reconniscance (sp?) was successful and I hit the Western Freeway. Ok, we were doing ok - Rowdy Rascals is only about 10 min. from our house. I get there and cannot find it anywhere. Driving around the minimalls. Sigh. Finally I spot a mom pushing a pram. Screeeeeech! I brake to a halt. I don't care if there is anyone behind me.
"Do you know where Rowdy Rascals is?"
"Sure!" and she proceeded to give me great directions.
So we get there. It is $12 per kid over 1.
"umm - he's not quite 1" I lied. There is no way I'm paying $12 each.
We go in and there is no Mireille in sight. Why oh why do I have this obsession with being on time? It just doesn't matter when you are a mom - no one cares! I don't care so why?
I'd have to say Rowdy Rascals somehow doesn't have the appeal of Little Tigers - it is bigger, but somehow not as good. For one thing, Ellis did not take off right away to play. He kinda lingered.
"Go play." I said and eventually he left and stopped being clingy.
Mireille turned up - she had had a hectic morning as well. One kid was beating on the other so she decided make small kid have a nap before coming. One other mom came as well - all the kids are the same age, so it was good.
Eventually the kids warmed up to the place and we didn't see them anymore. Yay.
We lasted so long that eventually I had to cave and buy lunch - the other annoying thing about Rowdy Rascals is that you cannot eat your own food.
So I went to buy us lunch.
"What are cheerios?" I asked.
"Cocktail franks."
Ah - the cocktail franks here are bright red. The one and only time I bought them, they were covered in this bright red skin. Didn't think we should eat it, so I peeled it off, but apparently, that is what makes them special. We got a puppy dog instead - which turned out to be a cocktail frank in a bun. Ok. I was looking in my wallet for my bank card so I could pay and could not find it. Rowan had been playing with my wallet the day before. Yup - it wasn't there and they did not take credit. I had to bum $15 off off of Mireille.
After lunch, Ellis went off to play again only to come back about 15 min later to say:
"I poohed."
"WHAT?"
He had - in his underwear. He didn't quite see the problem with this. So I gathered up Rowan and we trekked to the bathroom. Fortunately, the diarrhea had abated and it wasn't as horrific as I thought it would be. I put a diaper on him (it didn't go through to his shorts) so we could stay so he could play more. It's a good thing I had gone back to get the diaper bag. I had figured I would need it for Rowan! We finally left around 1:30.
The other cute thing Ellis said at one point was "mom! A caterpillar ate me!" (see picture above).
Cyp was sleeping when we got home (Rowan was too by then) so I just popped Rowan on the bed with Cyp. Ellis still hadn't had enough playing so he started up on the Wii. I ran to the mall to do errands and then came home.
It was super hot so Rowan and I went swimming (Ellis didn't have any energy). The pool was full of bugs and caterpillars. I got the net to clear them out and let Rowan drift around in his swim ring. It was taking a while to clear the bugs - no sooner had I made one pass than the wind would blow in another pile of caterpillars and flies and wasps. I looked over at Rowan. There was something large on his forehead. I swam a bit closer and then started screaming.
"AAAAAH - GET OFF!!!"
Then I started throwing piles of water at Rowan's head. His little face crumpled - what was mummy doing?!
I was trying to dislodge the rather large spider who was slowly walking across Rowan's forehead. After nearly drowning Rowan I got the spider off and said spider slowly started swimming toward me!
"HELPPPPPPPPP!" I was shrieking.
Cyp came running as I was hysterically laughing and sobbing. Have you seen that James Bond movie where the tarantula is slowly crawling up the bed to get James? That is what it was like watching the spider stroll across Rowan's forehead. Ok - I know I'm being a tad melodramatic. The spider was maybe the size of a quarter, but he was really fat and icky looking and compared to Rowan's forehead he looked massive. I calmed down enough to push the spider out of the pool with the net and then I went slowly back to Rowan to try to comfort him (I wasn't getting too close for fear of more creepy crawlies on him). By this point, Rowan thought it was all some fun game and was laughing at me. That's good - not too traumatized after his mummy was sending tidal waves at his face.
I really had had enough bugs for the day. I was also done with the pool. Perhaps it has something to do with fall - maybe bugs fall here instead of leaves.
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