#1409 Anticipation for Santa

It’s so much fun looking forward to Christmas day with a 6 year-old.

Everything is so dramatic, and so passionate.

Because as soon as December arrived, it was –

“Oh, how many days until Christmas? That’s too long!”

And today it was the complete opposite –

“YEAH! SANTA IS COMING TONIGHT! I CAN’T WAIT TO OPEN MY PRESENTS!”

(With a lot of jumping up and down and diving into the couch for added effect).

I don’t know how baby girl (and we) lasted the past month with her questions about Christmas and how far it was… but we made it.

Tonight we sprinkled sparkly oats on our lawn to guide the reindeers to our house.

And then as night fell we took a quick drive around the neighbourhood, gasping and pointing at anything shiny and reflective in the night.

There are some seriously cool light displays out there.

Tonight, it’s the traditional spread for Santa and his red-nosed reindeer.

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I don’t suppose I’ll be the only parent tonight downing milk, chomping on carrots and sneaking in gingerbread? (I say as I wipe away my milk moustache… 😉 )

Merry Christmas Eve all 🙂

#1385 Cool Southland Saturday

Tonight was one of our much-loved Southland Saturday nights.

TGIs➡️Games➡️ice-cream.

But it was ramped up and made even icier  with the addition of something else…

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That’s right! It was time for us to catch up with our ol’ pals Elsa and Anna for Frozen 2.

Can I say, I LOVED IT.

The sequel is a lot more intricate and layered with various elements… elements indeed, with fire, water, wind and earth featuring dominantly alongside the nature-dependent themes.

Some plot points had Hubble and I clarifying to one another during the 10 minute break in the vjunior theatre, as the hundreds of kids, baby girl included, went ape-shit waiting for their turn down the long slide.

Even later during dinner we were seriously discussing the storyline… it was funny that while baby girl was literally on the edge of her seat during the film yelling “No, Anna!” but as soon as it was over had completely moved on, here we were after it all, analysing the Disney movie over prawn tacos.

It was a great night, and I’ll end on a little exchange I had with baby girl in the toilet, when we ran over while the movie was still going.

(Mind you she LOVES Frozen):

“Mum, how much longer will it go for?”

“Maybe 40 minutes?”

“Aww, it’s too long!”

(Me calling her bluff) “That’s okay, we won’t go to the movies anymore.”

“But I love the movies! I just can’t sit still!”

Even for Frozen!

Story of my her life.

😏

 

#1254 The first production

Hubbie and I are always telling baby girl she can pick any extra-curricular activity she likes… like sport, or a musical instrument.

But tonight another area of possible interest emerged…

Because tonight, baby girl was a penguin.

She was in her Madagascar school production 🙂

She had no leading role. Cuter though, she was part of a whole swagger of penguins (more like, a waddle) and they were all dressed in black and white, wearing white vests with ties, and orange hats on their head to serve as beaks.

Oh my. How my eyes welled up.

They came on stage twice during the show. We found her amidst the groups, pointed and clapped and cheered. At the end of the show the entire school came onto the stage, and the preps were at the front, youngest as they are…

And guess who was clear and centre in front of us?

Our ♥

I tell you, watching her perform her moves, sing along with the group and make out the actions, looking out into the crowd while beaming happily, my heart actually SUNG.

My eyes welled up so much, I could barely see. Hubbie and I waved at her excitedly. Blew her kisses. Gave her plenty of thumbs up.

And I couldn’t help but be transported to when I was 16. Sure, a tad older than baby girl. But I was in year 10, and remember being part of about 7 acts for our end of school revue.

I remember the buzz clearly. I remember the feeling of excited anticipation as people rushed behind the curtain. It was dark, and it was all happening in a frenzied quiet.

It was magic.

I remember that fondly. Sure I never went into that line of work, but I developed a tremendous amount of respect for those that do, as I got a taste of it myself… I felt what it was like, to be a performer. Where the world is your stage…

I don’t know what the future holds for baby girl. But I do know that she had a great time tonight, and that is as good a start as any to start creating good first-time memories… ♥

(waddle waddle waddle).

#1081 The first day

Oh man. What a day.

Such anticipation.

Such excitement.

Such hesitation.

Such nerves.

Such anxiety.

Such BIG FAT TEARS.

And it was ALL me.

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Why does our mind play tricks on us? Play silly games, and make us want to sob even harder when all I am trying to do is pull a very-watery poker face?

Watching her walk into the classroom with the other students, it asks me “look how she has grown. She used to be sooo small.”

Sob.

Walking away from the school. Regret. “It went too fast… you didn’t get to take a photo with her there.”

Sob.

Drowning my bittersweet sorrows with Hubbie over strong coffee. Our eyes are glistening. I verbalise my thoughts.

“Remember when she was born, and how she entered the world all curious, looking around the room?”

I then looked up to the bright blue sky, and proceeded to –

SOB SOB SOB.

It has been a day of the pendulum swinging one way, and thenveryquickly swinging back again.

And I have to say, with this emotional roller coaster, I am so glad the first day jitters are over.

For both of us.

When we picked her up, she saw us and ran forward excitedly.

And in that moment I realised that my silly fears were unjustified. Sure she would grow. Sure she would learn and develop, change, as every person on this planet continues to as we go through life.

But she will always be our beautiful, caring, happy, loving girl.

She will forever be, our baby girl. ♥♥♥

#97 May 31st

This is a weird one for me, very unusual being that here in Australia, May 31st is the last day of Autumn. This in itself is not particularly unusual, but the fact I am happy for the fact of it being the end of Autumn, means that I may just be consequently happy for the start of Winter…

Right?

Right?

Right???

???

Let’s take things one step at a time folks. I’m not entirely sure I will ever be happy, or feel overly joyous at the thought of 3 plus months (because Melbourne Weather, that’s why) of freezing cold, windy and just stupid hell-bent crap weather. But since I’ve been doing this gratitude thing, it’s as if I’m seeing things in a newer, different light. Suddenly, parts of Winter don’t seem so bad. Suddenly, parts of Winter I’m becoming appreciative of, and even, maybe, grateful for.

Woah. Hold on there. Appreciating, Winter? I know I know. No, no one has slipped anything into my drink. I only had one glass of red for dinner, it’s alright. My little ideas of Winter not being so bad will follow in due course. Maybe it’s only because of this challenge, and being aware of thoughts of gratitude, that I’m even feeling this way inclined towards this most miserable of months. But even if so… isn’t that the point? Doesn’t it then mean, that this whole thing is actually working?

And that, excites me 🙂

But, I am happy, and yes, relieved, even slightly grateful, that today is May 31st… only because the damn waiting and dread leading up to June 1st will soon be over. That’s one of the worst bits you know. Knowing something dark and cold is looming around the corner, and just waiting for it to hit. That’s what I’ve been doing these last few weeks… on edge… just waiting… bracing myself.

But, in approximately 1 hour 14 minutes, Winter will be here. The wait will be over. And then we can just put on our coats, turn up our heaters to full-ball, and get on with it.

I have my sleep socks on, my flannel pyjamas, and my cuddly sleeping gown as I write this on the couch… yep Winter, I’m ready for you.

1 hour 13. Who’s counting?

(#40) The A-Z April Challenge: C – Coffee Run

Ha. You thought because I’d already posted about my deep profound gratitude for coffee that I wouldn’t do another coffee post? Well I haven’t. Let me, in this and my other blog, and for the rest of my life, count ALL THE WAYS in which I love and am grateful for it.

One of them, is the thrilling morning coffee run. Better done when it is at work, because you know, avoiding work. The coffee run is so magical, made even more so when you have at least one colleague with you, and you gasbag and chat and bitch a little about all your work woes.

Today’s morning coffee run, brought to you by me and my two work colleagues:

“Can you believe no one told me I had to do that? I looked like an idiot when Man A came in and asked me for X and Y.”

“What? You’re kidding me, there was no communication about what you had to do?”

All of us break up laughing.

“Oh no! That’s right, I forgot. I’m a mind-reader, I’m meant to be able to know what you want without you telling me.”

More sarcasm, laughter, and work-purging followed. It was bloody brilliant.

I am so so so grateful for the coffee run. It is almost as good as the coffee. Like I have written about before, the coffee run is to coffee what Friday is to Saturday, Spring is to Summer – the anticipation of the event is often much greater than the event itself. Anticipation is a powerful emotion, and in some cases undervalues whatever it has built up to due to the sheer amount of pressure to be awesome! placed upon the event, however, it still rocks.

Anticipation is a drug. Just as the sun, weekends, and coffee is. And the coffee run is something everyone needs in their life. Even if you’re not a coffee drinker, the coffee run may just convert you with it’s champagne-cork-about-to-pop vibe.

All you need is at least one other person, some work drama – and go. And don’t forget the cap with one thanks.