But don’t panic, it was purely routine. Millie’s eyes are still fine, although they have now recommended she should wear her glasses for any distance viewing, such as TV (although, she doesn’t actually watch much TV, preferring reading, colouring-in, dancing and computer games) and for reading.
Apparently “it won’t do any harm, and will probably help,” although I’m not entirely certain what it will help. I’m surprised they didn’t say to use them for computer games, but I guess you sit a lot closer to a computer screen than you do to a TV.
The Lovely Melanie was complaining that the hospital took ages to see them when they went for the check-up; that’s not so bad, but it was also desperately hot in the waiting room. She had nothing but praise for Millie, however, who didn’t complain or whinge once. Instead, she read every single book they had in the waiting room from start to finish, and then read them again to some of the other (more elderly) people also waiting, and who thought it was just too cute!
Good old ‘Lays – making the waiting experience better for everyone! 🙂
In redundancy news, I’m awaiting some hopeful news from my current job – not that I’ve had a reprieve but there’s the possibility of a similar job with EF, the big company that owns Hult, my employer. I’ve spoken to all the relevant people, submitted all the relevant documents and shown all the relevant enthusiasm, and things look hopeful.
I’m sat at work editing a seemingly endless list of faculty biographies, but on my desktop I have open the live feed of SpaceX‘s Dragon capsule docking with the International Space Station.
Every time I look at it I smile. SpaceX is doing an incredible thing in pushing humanity towards space and a proper science-fictional future with all the jet packs and moonbases and stuff. Congratulations to Elon Musk for having the vision to attempt something like this, rather than investing his fortune in something drab and financial.
But docking in space is painfully slow, a bit like watching the hands of a clock: you only notice they’ve moved when you look away and then look back a bit later.
And for all that Dragon is an amazing achievement, what’s truly mesmerising is our Earth spinning by underneath it all – galloping by in comparison to the Dragon capsule!
My brother has posted a nice blog entry about his holiday in Weymouth with his little girl, Izzy (apparently some other people went, too, but it’s hard to tell). It reminded me an awful lot of our first seaside trip with Millie, which was also to Weymouth, and where Millie was nervous of the sand and terrified of the sea.
Must be a Carter girls thing. 🙂
It also reminded me of some Dad stuff I’ve been up to lately, and how it was the kind of “Dad Stuff” I always love to do – namely, pointing out interesting stuff to the girls – making sure they’ve got a healthy sense of curiousity and aren’t scared of things that don’t merit a healthy dose of fear/respect.
The past couple of weeks the girls have been acting as security on the peace lily out front of our house. We’ve had it for a while now, and about three years ago it got eaten alive by red beetles. All the leaves were literally stripped abre, leaving just some forlorn sticks with some weedy-looking flowers on top.
The last couple of years I’ve tried spraying it with pesticide (which worked, but made me nervous that the girls might somehow eat some), and last year I simply kept a close eye on the thing during spring time. That worked a treat, so this year – working on the premise that three pairs of eyes are better than one – I’ve trained the girls to watch for red beetles, too, as well as red beetle poo and red beetle eggs.
And what a magnificent job they’ve done!
Not a single red beetle gets past their eagle-eyes. They’re out there every morning before school and (I’m told) every evening after school. They’re the scourge of the red beetles! 🙂
So, I hope we’ll have a magnificent array of peace lilies this year.
There are also some unusual ant colonies that have sprung up along the paths round our way. They’re obviously set up home under the paving slabs, and between many of the slabs a small sand dune has sprung up with a hole next to it.
There’s a particularly large one on the path near our house, which I pointed out to the girls: showing them the ants coming out, each carrying a grain of sand or mud in their jaws. I explained how the ants had excavated a nest under the paving slabs and that each time we saw one of these little “dunes” it meant there was an ant’s nest underneath.
Amber, in particular, has been counting ant’s nests ever since!
Sadly, it probably won’t be long before they’re both going “Whatever! Boring!” but for now it’s great to see the fascination on their faces as we crowd round this little growing pile of sand and watch the ants scurrying to and fro.
This is what I became a dad for – to pass on my curiousity and love of the world around me to my children; to explain to an appreciative audience how stuff works. 🙂
The only time you’ll ever hear me say “Ask your mother,” in our house is in regard to an occasional clothing issue (I’m inclined to say “Go for it!” whereas the Lovely Melanie will most likely say “Whatever do you look like?!”)