We went to a Summer City Circus Day a wee while ago. I am sure it was awesome for just about everyone there, but I was foolishly dressed in too much black and felt like I was physically melting in the heat. Albie, on the other hand was particularly impressed by a balloon artist who was folding animals for all and sundry. The line for said creations, however, just about made me weep. We beat a fast retreat to the shade and then to home.
A couple of days later, I used google and learnt how to make a balloon dog. We called the dog Rufus, and Albie was immediately enamoured. Here is a wee video of one of Albie’s chats with “New Rufus” ( you can guess what happened to Rufus #1). He chats away to this dog like nothing else. Seriously – the topics these two cover!
We are somehow raising a petrol head by the way. That book on his lap (entitled The Fast and the Furious and probably aimed at 10 year olds), he simply HAD to have out from the library. I am all like “..but look at this one about the seasons Albie!” Poor boy. He will be so disappointed when he realises his parents own a 1.6litre automatic Nissan Wingroad and dig public transport.
There were days and days, after his cardiac arrest, where we feared that this beautiful mind had gone. Sometimes I can’t even fathom how far we have come.