Australian Cup Day
It was not a great day... Hunter thew a wobbly for most of it. He just screamed and had tantrums. Finally we just threw him in bed and let him cry himself to sleep... seemed to work as he slept for ages. I half wanted to pike out of going to the Meadows for Australian Cup night but I couldn't, as Kat was coming down from Sydney for it, pretty much at my request, lol.
In the end... I'm so glad I went. Hunter was perfect... It's like he got out ALL of his bad behaviour before we left. He had dinner in the tent and ate one of the big 170g jars and then he had cuddles with a few people around the table before I took him off to dress him in warm clothes because it was freezing and blowing a gale at the northern suburbs venue! Then he actually had a snooze in his pram and woke up for the main race. We couldn't find any black for him (El Galo drew the 7). Plenty in 00, and 0 and 1. But nothing in 000. El Galo ran a gallant 2nd beaten by Velocette.
We ended up staying til the bitter end, doing a small amount of socialising upstairs before we headed off. I don't think Hunter made one single sound the whole night apart from laughing. Not one cry, squawk, etc.
That isn't going to stop me putting in the pics from him throwing his whammy tho!
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