Girl Lacer did not sleep very well last night, nightmares I think about moving percussion bands (see the bottom of yesterday’s post). She woke me up more times than I care to remember and my feet were playing up (I have pes cavus, not too bad after corrective surgery but sometimes if I’ve been on my feet too much they can get a bit stiff and painful when I get up out of bed, so being woken up multiple times meant I was staggering out of bed with painful feet multiple times). Anyway unsurprisingly she slept in this morning (wish I could have) and when she finally emerged, she too was hobbling, going in her feel sorry for me voice “I can’t walk, I’ve got poorly feet,” basically the run yesterday (see yesterday’s post again) did her in.
So, a quiet morning whilst the athlete re-cooperated (to be fair to her, not only did she run a mile yesterday, she also walked the mile back, she also had to walk from Waterloo to Embankment and back again, as well from the train station once we’d got back home, so a lot of walking when she wasn’t getting her dad to carry her).
This afternoon was nursery for Girl Lacer and me and Boy Lacer finally made it to a music and movement group we’d been meaning to go to for ages. I’d known about this group for a long time (in fact I took Girl Lacer there once when I was pregnant with Boy Lacer, back then I was already the size of a house (he was a big baby and I had poly-h), so all the subsequent movement part of the music and movement group made my SPD flair up so badly I could hardly walk for 2 days afterwards). Boy Lacer not being able to walk until recently and not being too keen on group activities anyway, I had been putting off this particular group but he needs to get more exposure to ‘communal stuff’. We arrived early, so Boy Lacer got a chance to potter around the hall first, he knew to sit down (although the staying sitting down was a problem), wasn’t too keen on the singing at first, but got sort of into it. He was a brave boy when a bright pink and purple puppet came out to say hello and after initially hiding behind me, gave it a kiss. Then it was parachute time, he liked holding onto it and shaking it up and down and initially liked sitting under it to but then chose to escape and sit on the sidelines watching cautiously. But a nice afternoon out, far better than aimlessly wondering around the shops, will definitely be going back again, so hopefully Boy Lacer will get more used to their routine and will get involved more.
We then went to pick up Girl Lacer from nursery and funnily enough with her ‘poorly feet’, some people from Clarks the shoe shop were in today, telling them all about shoes and feet, Girl Lacer came out with a little booklet about looking after your feet and she was fascinated by a picture showing the bones inside your foot.
