G'day. Unsurprisingly I heard nothing back from the Octonauts yesterday despite having a CV good enough to be an underwater adventurer. It looks like I'm going to have to look closer to home for some type of employment, drat.
And onto today. A close family member of mine came up today, with her partner, from their new home on the south coast. I decided with The Chancellor having the afternoon off work to drive us all out to the beach, I thought it would be a good chance for them to see the wee man in his element. To some extent they did but they also the dark side of the wee man. On the drive down he was somewhat shocked to see two people he didn't really remember sitting next to him and cried the entire journey to the beach. I haven't seen him cry this much for...well it's been a hell of a long time.
Once he was able to run around and approach his new friends on his terms he calmed down and eventually quite enjoyed having new people to play with. He was much more subdued on the drive home mainly because I put Mr Tumble on for him. He has though got priors with acting like this but not with so many tears, it often takes him a long time to warm up to people, even with my sister and The Chancellor's brothers. He needs to do things on his own terms or he goes a bit crazy. I suppose we're all a bit like this, even as adults.
In other random news the final chicken pox scab the wee man had fell off today, nearly three weeks after he got his first spots. The last one that finally dropped is one we think will scar. He back and legs still tell the tale of the pox and those scars make take a long time to fade. He finally looks, on his face at least, normal, so no more silent judging.
We're on our own this weekend as The Chancellor is away sorting through her mum's house so it's going to be a long couple of days but it's always fun to have a boy's weekend in. Pizza and beer it is then.
jpr
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