#670 The bond they still share part 2

“Mama!” she exclaimed from the backseat of the car this morning. “Flowers! Two flowers for Baka and Deda!”

That’s right. She had picked a couple of yellow flowers from our yard while out and about bouncing on the trampoline before breakfast – possibly weeds, yet still bright and sunny-like – and had specifically told me that “this for Baka, and this for Deda.”

We were heading over to see my parents today. Her grandparents.

Baby girl is in this phase at the moment, where she will pick these flowers from within the grass in our yard and tell me who it’s for. Often they are for me, and if I’ve been complaining of something, it’s to make me “feel better.” 🙂 Awww.

But she rattles off names constantly: her grandparents, her Dad, her aunty and uncle, cousins… even kinder friends sometimes get a mention.

And it wasn’t just a flower. She had to pick it just the right way, with not too much stem, or else it would be carelessly and coldly thrown over her shoulder in a defiant motion.

I had left them on the kitchen bench, and in the car, she was almost devastated that she had forgotten and now couldn’t give it to them.

An hour and 20 later as we pulled into my parents driveway, I got her out and said “come, I have an idea.” We walked a short distance around the corner to the park they live next to, and started scanning the mid-length grass.

Sure enough, on my parents side of the fence, there were exactly two yellow flowers – no more, no less.

“Pick those for Baka and Deda,” I told her. “They’ll be happy.”

She handed them out proudly, and I wondered if my parents knew how much thought and care she had put into picking those flowers for them…

Some time later, in fact hours later, and I came back there after my hair appointment. I walked in to hugs and kisses and “Mama!” exclamations, and soon baby girl told me as we were packing up to leave “Me have very good time at Baka Deda house.”

Awww. There right there. You can’t fake that, a child can simply NOT lie about that.

To have my child who I love and care for so much, and my parents who cared for me so much and who I love, for those two entities to love and care for each other so much…

It is truly special. A beautiful, full circle. 🙂

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#669 When they say her name no.2

With one more session of kinder to go for the year, you can be assured that the kids know each other’s names by now.

As parents too, I know fairly most of them. They are so sweet, and I feel like I’ve even grown fond of many of them, though we only see them once a week. I even think of the kids parents like “Alisha’s Dad,” and “Sarah’s Mum,” than to actually go by their names.

And hearing someone call out to baby girl, well, the novelty has not grown old, not one bit.

Baby girl was happily telling me what she had done at kinder as we left the building this afternoon, and as we started to cross the car park, she went on to the topic of her lunch.

“Me have little bit wrap… little bit pretzels…”

Sigh, this girl. She is a good eater, don’t get me wrong. But she gets so distracted at kinder, that her lunchbox comes back fairly full every time. I have been on a campaign to get her to eat more during kinder hours, rather than AFTER kinder hours which she has been doing once she gets home (successfully I might add, but you know, teachers want them all ‘school ready’ and everything).

But then as she was rattling what she had had “a little bit” of, she went

“me have lunch outside!”

“Oh?!” I replied. “With who?”

She answered with one of the teacher’s names, and then interestingly, named a boy who was walking with his Mum to their car, only a few metres away parallel to us.

She had named this boy several times before, and had indicated that they had played and he was nice. This made me happy, knowing she had another friend to play with aside from a few girls that she repeatedly mentioned to me,, but also I had to wonder: were these made-up kids games? Was she making up stories to me as kids often do? How could I really know what was going on at kinder, without seeing it for myself?”

At the mention of this boy’s name by baby girl though, I started to say “well, why don’t you say bye to him them?” at the same moment as his Mum looked up at her son’s name being mentioned. This Mum and I shared a broad smile between us as baby girl waved to him with a “bye,” and he did a casual “bye” back.

And then before I could get over that, I heard from behind us “bye baby girl!”

It was another boy calling out to her, and she responded without hesitation and a wave.

OMG. As if she knows everyone, and these little adults that are our kids, are conversing and interacting like 14 year olds when they are in fact 4.

It was the most hilarious yet so adorable and also super-exciting moment to hear her name being called again, and honestly, this little scenario had me almost bursting.

Next week the parents join their kids on the last day for a picnic lunch and graduation ceremony, and already I think I won’t be able to deal with all the cuteness…

#668 Barefoot and carefree

If you don’t live in our fair and highly unpredictable weather city of Melbourne, you may not know that today was a hot day.

really hot day.

After dinner baby girl and I walked to the front yard of the house. I was hoping to catch some, any, light sea breezes that may decide to grant us with their airy-ness.

I tread across the grass in my thongs. I observed baby girl’s feet.

“Honey you don’t want to put on your Frozen thongs?”

“No.”

“You wanna be barefoot?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a hippie child.”

“Hippie?!

“Hippie!”

We laughed, and I soon remembered a time not so long ago and yet it also felt very far away. So much can happen in a ‘toddler year,’ and even though ONLY a year may pass, that one year can bring so many changes to both child and parent.

But I do know it was a year ago, because I remember the scene. It was summer, we were at our new Sea Change house location, and I was walking with her to the nearby park and café. She had closed sandals, but as is the case with these style of shoes, there were still holes in the sandals to let her feet ‘breathe.’

And back then, this 3 and a half year old would shriek in unimpressed shock when she felt any strand of grass graze her foot as she walked beside me. Walking in these shoes, on a hot day, through the grass, was so difficult, made more so by the flies.

She HATED them.

She would scream just as loudly for the flies hovering around her as the grass strands grazing her foot. She wanted to be outdoors and have fun and go on the swing, and yet she did not like the feel of grass, and freaked out at the sight of any flying insects.

So then, fast forward to today. She is not fazed so much by flies. Sure she swats at them, and like Mother like Daughter – she is not a fan of any bugs, AT ALL.

And then also, she goes barefoot, all over our grass.

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How a year can change things. I always love my girl, but I am grateful that she is feeling more one with the Universe, and enjoying the feel of greenery beneath her feet…

 

#667 Trampoline Sunset

It was a pretty sunset out there tonight.

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But what was even prettier was the sight before my eyes, as baby girl decided to take to the trampoline in the late evening, and jump about to the fading light.

I don’t know what it was: whether it was her jumping so high, with a huge smile on her face, so independently; or the glorious pink and purple light behind her; or just the fact that she was a picture of contentment and satisfaction, which arose those feelings in me as well – or maybe ALL 3 of those – but I was immediately appreciative for the simple feelings of gratitude that came forward.

It’s the little things… that are the big things…

 

#665 and a half – Tube slide

The best part of my day came today when I was plummeting down a hill… with baby girl.

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It was the tube slide at The Enchanted Maze, something I will be posting about over on my SmikG page in the near future.

It was crazy-fun. The kind of crazy fun where you have an absolute ball, and yet simultaneously think you might crap your pants when the slide flies down so fast you turn backwards and seriously consider the reality of the whole thing flipping on you.

We survived… so we will go again. 😉

Best fun with a toddler, EVER.

P.S… the reason for my incomplete blog number above? – my superstition about the inability to post the number that comes before 7 and after 5, three times… well now I realise, it may be why baby girl knocked herself only a record amount of three times today, scratches, bruises, crying and ALL. Not at the Maze though. The Maze only brought good times.

 

#665 Sunday family day and realigning

I could be grateful that we spent a good portion of the day shopping, and got a bit more of our Christmas list ticked off… but with all that has been happening with life lately, the busyness, the reality and the true meaning of it, I just ain’t feeling the grateful shopping vibe.

Another day, maybe. Today, it feels too materialistic for the realisations that the day brought us. And maybe, I’m sick of spending so much $$$ in the festive lead-up.

Instead, I had the best time after we got home. We had driven home in the sunny sunshine, and then spent the afternoon not doing so much. In line with this relaxed vibe we got some charcoal chicken, but maybe also (ahem, HUGELY) due to the fact that our kitchen is still a W.I.P.

I had so much on my mind, and laid it all out to Hubbie.

We decided in a change of plans. We have been discussing a simpler, easier, more stress-free, carefree and happier life for about week now, but it was decided for sure tonight, that that WAS going to happen.

Life is short. We are only here once. We plan so much for the future, and often, things change so much. We need to be willing to adapt, roll with the punches, and attune ourselves to our environment in order to survive.

What we were sure of years ago, we are now not so. So we are changing. I am grateful for the relaxed Sunday vibes that allowed us to get to that place, and I am happy that my husband is also in the same ‘place,’ as I am.

Super-duper important in ANY relationship.

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Photo by Jordan Ladikos on Unsplash

 

 

#664 The Weeknd, is HERE

Don’t you just love it when the weekend comes around? Saturday and Sunday must feel like the luckiest days in the bunch becomes everyone the world over loves them so.

And then, what about this guy?

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THE Weeknd. He’s pretty cool too, and in a crazy spate of events where I’ve seen 3 concerts in 10 days (and that’s also about all I’ve seen in the last year and a half), Hubbie and I got to see him tonight.

The vibe was electric. The roof was going off even during the support acts, even before the famed singer jumped on stage with his white sneakers and started jumping about.

It was an insane energy, the arena was going OFF, and to be lucky enough to have another date night with Hubbie so soon, where we laughed, we sang, we danced, and we knocked back a few too…

It was absolutely, positively, brilliant. 

Just like the good ol’ days. But as is so apparent lately, what is old, is new again, and our vibes are still as high as The Hills… 🙂