Some kind of wonderful
On Friday the older two children went to a Hi-5 concert. Very exciting stuff, and a much anticipated event.
We were going to the 12.30 session with friends of ours. All morning it was "when are we going to Hi-5?", or "I want to go to Hi-5 now!". One slight concern was ameliorated when Aidan announced that it was poo time about half an hour before we were due to depart. With that task completed, it was time to do our final preparations and start our journey.
We picked up Brendon close to his work (he was going to the concert instead of me - too loud for Orla). We parked the car and made our way to our meeting point, then Brendon, Isabelle and Aidan went on to the Opera House.
So there we were, Orla and I - in town by ourselves for 90 minutes!!
First, I bought some books from the Whitcoulls bargain bin (including a title for Playcentre titled Why do I vomit? - an educational look at the digestive system). Next, I trundled down the road to a cafe for some lunch. Orla slept peacefully while I relaxed and ate a sandwich and had a long black. The only thing missing to make this just perfect was suitable reading material - I had to make do with the vomit book, which was not ideal for lunchtime, but which was interesting nevertheless.
Then I wandered over to the Opera House. It was half-time at Hi-5, but none of our crew was out front taking a break, so I kept on wandering towards Manners Mall.
What a treat to be out in town with just Orla!
I walked around for a while, looking at the shops and taking in the atmosphere. Orla's eyes were big as she looked at all the new things, and listened to the new sounds. Then I thought I should probably do something relatively useful, so I went to Willis Street and bought my new slippers (see yesterday's post).
I got back to the Opera House in plenty of time. I could hear the Hi-5 music pumping through the doors - and I knew every word!
You are some kind of wonderful
You're won-der-ful
You are
You're everything to me....
Orla and I danced together out in the foyer.
The last song started playing and a well-oiled machine started up. Staff opened the outside doors. Merchandisers took their places outside the internal exits (to catch parents who had resisted before the show, resisted during the interval but OK, fine, since you've been sooo good and the show was so much fun, of course you can have the flashing head band/superhero cape/pompoms etc). I would have weakened, but our "deprived" children had to make do with the show itself!
The children were happy and tired when they found me waiting for them out front. We dropped Daddy back to work. Aidan slept in the car on the way home.
Isabelle says "I liked all of the show".
We were going to the 12.30 session with friends of ours. All morning it was "when are we going to Hi-5?", or "I want to go to Hi-5 now!". One slight concern was ameliorated when Aidan announced that it was poo time about half an hour before we were due to depart. With that task completed, it was time to do our final preparations and start our journey.
We picked up Brendon close to his work (he was going to the concert instead of me - too loud for Orla). We parked the car and made our way to our meeting point, then Brendon, Isabelle and Aidan went on to the Opera House.
So there we were, Orla and I - in town by ourselves for 90 minutes!!
First, I bought some books from the Whitcoulls bargain bin (including a title for Playcentre titled Why do I vomit? - an educational look at the digestive system). Next, I trundled down the road to a cafe for some lunch. Orla slept peacefully while I relaxed and ate a sandwich and had a long black. The only thing missing to make this just perfect was suitable reading material - I had to make do with the vomit book, which was not ideal for lunchtime, but which was interesting nevertheless.
Then I wandered over to the Opera House. It was half-time at Hi-5, but none of our crew was out front taking a break, so I kept on wandering towards Manners Mall.
What a treat to be out in town with just Orla!
I walked around for a while, looking at the shops and taking in the atmosphere. Orla's eyes were big as she looked at all the new things, and listened to the new sounds. Then I thought I should probably do something relatively useful, so I went to Willis Street and bought my new slippers (see yesterday's post).
I got back to the Opera House in plenty of time. I could hear the Hi-5 music pumping through the doors - and I knew every word!
You are some kind of wonderful
You're won-der-ful
You are
You're everything to me....
Orla and I danced together out in the foyer.
The last song started playing and a well-oiled machine started up. Staff opened the outside doors. Merchandisers took their places outside the internal exits (to catch parents who had resisted before the show, resisted during the interval but OK, fine, since you've been sooo good and the show was so much fun, of course you can have the flashing head band/superhero cape/pompoms etc). I would have weakened, but our "deprived" children had to make do with the show itself!
The children were happy and tired when they found me waiting for them out front. We dropped Daddy back to work. Aidan slept in the car on the way home.
Isabelle says "I liked all of the show".
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