Every once in a while we do something totally nuts.
Yesterday was such a day for me: We had the 8 week immunisation scheduled for Mini Man in the morning.
Dadonthebrink left early and me and Mini Man slept through my alarm at 7.30, only to wake an hour later. Little Miss, with all her 5 years, had laid the table and made herself breakfast (a sandwich with chocolate sprinkles… don’t ask! It’s a Dutch thing.) … and that was as far as we had got. Within the following 45 minutes I needed to feed everyone, get everyone dressed and squeeze in shower and hair wash for myself (I only remembered I had a bit of the Mum and Me dry shampoo left much later… which is brilliant stuff btw!) Needless to say I didn’t quite manage to sort ourselves that quickly- we were 20 minutes late.
My poor baby got 2 “holes in his legs”, as Little Man refers to jabs. He cried miserably and looked at me we accusing eyes saying: “why are you letting them hurt me?” I won’t dwell on that now though, just glad that was over.
Next it was my turn to be tortured: I had a physiotherapy appointment. I have a new therapist who comes highly recommended for being a whizz at sorting SPD, but the catch is she’s in Bourton-on-the-Water, which is a good 50 minute to an hour drive away from us. So off we headed there. Thankfully Mini Man slept through the drive and the Littlins chatted away during the trip.
We arrived just in time for my appointment. I was lent an Android tablet to test last week and I took that along to keep the Littlins occupied … and that is the extent of my organisedness for the day. I forgot the adaptor for the USB with the film I planned for them to watch on it. Instead they played a memory game and Angry Birds. Hence the soundtrack to my torture by the therapist was – “Sssss!!!” (that bit was me) and “YES!!! That’s it!” or “Yes!!! 3 stars!” (One of the Littlins).
By the end I was exhausted!
We finished at lunchtime and I had this flash of insanity: what if we picked up food at the local supermarket and then went to a local attraction- Birdland- and have a picnic there before spending the afternoon? I shared the idea with the Littlins. They were over the moon. Mini Man was still asleep.
Off we nipped to the supermarket, stocked up and onward to Birdland just 5 minutes away. … then as we parked up I heard the most frightening cry come from the baby carseat. Mini Man was screaming in agony. A feed calmed him momentarily. I made everyone sandwiches… then another scream from Mini Man. I fed him again and changed him, really frightened as I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him (I’d forgotten about the jabs). Finally the penny dropped and I realised it must be linked to his immunisation, the nurse did warn me that he might be “off”. Yikes, I had no calpol with me! Now the dilemma: do we abort our plans and head home even though the Littlins were so excited or do we head to a local pharmacy pick up Calpol and come back (probably an hour later)?
…Well, in the end it was neither. A well-turned out couple just arrived in their swish car with one young 6 month-ish child and they looked very well prepared. I plucked up courage and went over to ask if, by chance, they had any Calpol… as my luck would have it they did have some! Hurray!!!
Mini Man medicated we finally could go to Birdland.
We made it just in time for penguin feeding time. Birdland has a group of 19 Emperor Penguins, who live with some Hubbold Penguins. The keeper and a helper were just starting to feed them as we arrived. During feeding the keeper told us all about the birds from natural habitat to stories of the individuals, including their resident gay penguin couple. These are magnificent birds and one can get quite close to them. I had a bit of difficulty keeping track of Little Man especially among all the people. Little Miss just sat on the wall of the enclosure as she had made new “best friends” with a girl about her age.
There’s only so much of a talk a 3 and half year old boy who has been sat all morning will take in, so about three quarters through the talk we left and began to explore the rest of Birdland. There are concrete paths almost all the way around, so it was easy pushing the pushchair despite my painful back. Mini Man slept most of the time, only waking when we stopped in one of the picnic huts. I took the opportunity to feed him then and we carried on wandering around.
There are a large number of species. The children enjoyed looking at them, pointing out which was which based on the placards. We were lucky, as it was general feeding time, so we saw the pelicans being fed and several other birds. Some were fed dead chicks. My children took this in a very matter of fact way, for which I was grateful. We talked about different features of different birds in between them running off for a round of ‘let off steam mad dash’.
We enjoyed the nature trail in the Nature reserve part of the park- this has some interesting facts along the trail on wooden boards. This was a great opportunity for Little Miss to practice her reading, which she did voluntarily and enthusiastically.
Birdland has several picnic areas, some with a roof, so it is a great place to spend a whole day… next time! They even allow dogs in. (I wish I’d had our dog with us when I realised this.) After a couple of hours, just as it was nearing closing time it started raining.
The perfect time to head back to the car. Back in the car I made sandwiches for us and just as I finished, on cue, Mini man woke for a feed and change. It was just after 6.30 that we finished with everything and were ready to head home.
As I started the car the two boys fell asleep almost instantaneously. Little Miss held out and chatted to me for another 10 minutes, then there was silence. On pulling into our front drive after the day and the hour’s drive home I was so exhausted I had to phone Dadonthebrink to come to get the children from the car. I followed him upstairs as he took Mini Man up last. Kissed the Littlins good night, I fed my baby and we fell asleep together. I was shattered and in a fair bit of pain with my back, but it was so worth it! I know it was totally nuts.
Who said you can’t be spontaneous with 3 children, one of them being an 8 week old?! 😉
Every once in a while we do something totally nuts.