We’ve had an incredible summer on this side of the world. So much has happened.
Elmer now goes to our lovely local school. He started 3 weeks ago. He broke his arm (again) on his second day and told the teachers in detail the process that would need to happen at hospital and that he REALLY needed to be sent to hospital. Now. Also that after his arm was put in a cast he would need to have a purple drink in a plastic cup sitting up in the hospital bed. He almost broke down in tears again when he learnt that this time he didn’t need an operation or to stay overnight.
Elmer loves drama and adventure in his life, but he also craves routine and safety. He wants to travel to far off places, party with friends, stay out until dark and run into the sea on a cold day. But after all that is done he needs his bed with the covers a particular way and the cuddly cat and two books and no monsters under the bed.
Milo is enormous. Every time he walks away from me I marvel at how tall he is now. Thankfully he is still small and cuddly in his pyjamas and still needs to burrow his head into me to escape the world. He has a big brother to catch up with, and he tries his best. “Eat your dinner Elmer!” he instructs, (Elmer eats a spoonful) “That’s it! Good boy.” He copies every tiny thing Elmer does but deep down he doesn’t necessarily feel the same way. “Argh! A bee!” he’ll shout, running away, knowing the standard Elmer reaction to flying insects. But then he’ll stand and look slightly confused because the real Milo wants to chase the bee. He wants to crawl into dark spaces and play with strange animals and then laugh with his big maniacal guffaw at the sheer pleasure of it all.
Except when it comes to running into the sea on a cold day. Then Milo will stand on the sand and say “Careful Elmer. Careful.” The sea is big and dangerous. Bees and spiders and caterpillars are interesting and feel good to hold, but the sea is cold and terrifying. “I know! Let’s go on a plane and visit Grandma and Grandad!” shouts Elmer, shivering in his transformers towel. He can’t bear any delay between one adventure and the next. “Grandma!” shouts Milo in support, but later on when we are back in the house with matching sticker books and the train track on the floor Milo slaps his hands to celebrate how good it feels to be home.