We rarely attempt an outing with all of us together as we know a certain little moppet is likely to
In the afternoon my sister's work had a picnic. I didn't want to push my luck, so just Audrey and Emma went to that (and had a ball). After that the plan was for Murray, Ashlea and I to meet them in the city to have a walk around and look at the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. After going there recently with my photography class I reaslied how accessible it is to drive into the city and park in Hickson Road, and then get out and wander along the foreshore. It seemed do-able. Emma and Audrey love the idea of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House so I thought it would be a nice little trip.
I didn't factor Miss Ashlea's lung power into the equation when I was thinking about what a great outing it would be for the kids. You can picture how it went can't you?
Arrive at the foreshore under the Harbour Bridge. Emma and Audrey are running around and excited. Ashlea is screaming in the wheelchair.
Walking along the foreshore - Ashlea still screaming in the wheelchair. Eventually she calmed down a little, so we thought we'd have McDonalds for dinner - after all McDonalds is pretty much ALWAYS wheelchair accessible right? Wrong. Not the one at Circular Quay (steps to enter - no ramp and no toilets).
The whole time we were at McDonalds Ashlea was...you guessed it....howling in her chair. Sorry to any other patrons but....I'm afraid you're just going to have to suck it up like us. Murray wanted to take her outside so other people wouldn't be disturbed. My theory is that if we take her outside every time she gets upset she will just learn that if she has a tantrum we'll give in. So we all stayed and calmly ate our dinner...while she howled. Howling children often get looks from strangers...nowhere near as many as howling children in wheelchairs though.
After dinner we set off for the walk back around to the car. Still howling. Although she did settle down again while we were walking. Any stopping though and she let us know she wasn't happy.
In spite of all this I decided to try and get a photo of the girls in front of the Opera House. See for yourself how that went. So many pictures taken, NONE of them any good - but so bad they're kind of funny.
It was such a relief to pack all the kids into the car and send them home! Murray took them home and put them to bed while Carolin and I stayed for awhile to take photos. I probably shouldn't have thanked him by putting that photo of him on the blog should I???