Thursday, 3 July 2014

That's Not A Knot.

Rocco was so bored the other day he just slumped onto the couch. "I can't even walk I'm so bored."

Told him that only boring people get bored, but I took him to the park anyway. His hands almost froze off. On a whim we went to the Three Sisters. We took our place with all the tourists then finally got up as close as we could. He looked for the scary bunyip, he waited for the sisters to come back alive again, he explored some caves, and told me he wasn't bored anymore.

"You're the best mum in the whole world." Both of my boys have been saying this to me a lot lately. I don't know exactly why, but I'll take it! I think it has something to do with working so hard on my shit that I'm in a reprieve from all the dark things so I'm able to parent them with my whole heart. I hope it lasts. They've been through the wringer, too.

Max is away so it's just Rocco and I. His favourite thing to do at the self-serve checkout is write rude things.

And his favourite new "toy" is the label maker I bought recently.

         Fostering his love of words?

He created one with his favourite word (pooface) and stuck it onto his forehead. But his fringe was in the way so he cut it off pretty much to the scalp.

Yesterday he begged me to take him to the trampoline place. And when I finally did, he wouldn't get out of the car, started crying, being a bit silly.

"Mate, you have been asking to come here ALL morning. I'll wait for you to stop crying, but then you're going to get out of the car and come inside and have fun."

Of course he did. It took him seventeen seconds to run over and start jumping and when he did, I audibly sighed at the sight of him being so little and innocent and gorgeous.

It costs $14.50 an HOUR for that place, so I made sure he jumped every ounce of fun he could. The music was so overpowering it sent me loco. I stayed as long as I could, but when a doof version of a U2 song came over the speakers? Time to leave. SO insulting.

Next stop: haircut.

When the hairdresser asked why he had cut his fringe, he replied, "Oh I cut it because nobody could see my pooface."

So he's sitting there getting his hair cut and the hairdresser got her comb caught on something on the side of his head. She bent down and studied it really intently, picked it out, then threw it on the floor as fast as she could, trying to not gag.

A booger. With her bare fingers. I was SO apologetic and told her I would pay extra. Rocco was laughing. She went a bit silent and charged me twenty dollars which I paid and slunk off but I wanted to tell her it could have been much worse - it could have been a teeny nugget of poo.


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