Bad Hair Day

No sooner have the visitors departed than the weather turns shabby, cold and rainy.

On Thursday we go swimming and afterwards at Mount Coot-tha Eloise falls headlong into the fountain pool.... ooooops! She falls in head first but swims back to the surface soaked head to foot and not very happy at all. But that's what you get for trying to catch bubbles I suppose.

Following ballet on Friday we have an indoor day catching up on housework (yes you read that correctly) and after much hoovering and wiping Eloise goes down for her nap.

The nap trauma continues as she is now un-used to sleeping during the day, but if she doesn't she's cream-crackered come evening. But if she does, she can't get to sleep. It's a bit of a problem; still her staying awake is meaning that she's using her potty in her room when she needs to go and consequently the dry-night count is up to eight, which means eight stars on her chart.

And, when she reaches ten stars, which I hope I'm not tempting fate by mooting, she'll have her first nappyless night which could be somewhat amusing.

On Saturday we re-introduced Nudgee Saturday and went down there in the morning to have our cobwebs blown away by a stiff bracing wind. There's been flooding up the coast with heavy rain and strong winds and they're supposed to making their way down here, but they haven't shown up yet.

So we thought we'd take advantage of the lull in the weather and trade gale force winds for merely very very bracing ones and brave the Nudgee wind tunnel.

Afterwards coffee and chips all round. Hurrah!