To Sylvia Park to buy new bedsheets for the children and a new swimsuit for our big girl. No visit there is complete without a stop at the playground, apparently!
We made fruit smoothies and yoghurt ice blocks at home to soothe her gums. That being said, today was much more bearable a day than yesterday was. No blood and no visits to the after-hours clinic is a definite win in my books. Phew.
I might need to consider a leash for our youngest son, though. Turn my head for a second and I catch him preparing to run up the "down" escalator, or trying to climb a random pole on the sidewalk. I'm making a note right now to sign him up for rock-climbing lessons as soon as he's old enough to. I'm convinced that the first thought to cross his mind in a new place is, "How can I climb that?"
Like when he saw this at our last trip to the museum:
The current topic up for discussion with our big boy is (yet again) why it's important for him to pursue a sport outside of school. He seemed to enjoy his badminton trial but turned green at the gills when he heard that training is a two-term commitment. He loves the rallies but dislikes the running exercises. For this one, perhaps it is less a matter of finding the perfect sport and more about having the tenacity to commit to working hard to become good at something. It's a conversation we will need to have in the next few days.
Signing out.
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