#1188 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 8

So ‘apparently,’ according to this blog the last time I did the above with my family it was a year and a half ago.

Yeah, nah. In true Aussie slang form. You all know we are always dancing our arses off, I just haven’t recorded since then.

‘Til now…

Somehow, in amongst dinner prep, baby girl decided to dance with her Dad. They danced as a couple might dance at a wedding, and he spun her around and dipped her sweetly as she grinned her face off.

Awww.

Then she put on a dance-y song that I liked. We jumped and skipped and boogied and shook our hips, and I thought how beautiful it was that she had specifically put on a song for me, since she had already danced with her Dad.

But I was not done.

I have been getting increasingly obsessed with a new song:

Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber’s new track. I LOVE IT. As soon as I cued it up, back we were on our makeshift kitchen dance floor, getting down with it (gee I am showing my age) and just having a grand old time (there I go again sounding 65). I got her to stand on a stool so I pick her up and hold her in my arms easier, and gee she is getting big. It made me realise how much time is passing and that whether we hold them in our arms or not, they will still GROW.

It makes me appreciate all the hugs, kitchen dance-offs, and sweet innocent moments, all the more. ♥♥♥

“Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.”

#1133 Peace on a Saturday Night

Leading up to tonight, I thought I wanted a party.

Nup. My body told me, I needed peace.

Which is exactly what eventuated on this Saturday night.

Four Cs coincided in perfect unison for dinner, as we had Chicken, Chips and Cucumbers… while sitting on the Couch.

My night continued in this way as I went to have a hot shower.

But then downstairs, I got caught up in the sudden Crazy of it.

The nice background music turned loud, instrumental, like we were in a bar listening to a live band. INXS. Queen. 70s and 80s Aussie rock. It went up and up, and though I participated in the concert at first, my body soon repelled it.

It was as if the aches came as a result of the sound. I retreated to the other room with my tea. Sat on baby girl’s beanbag. And within minutes she found me in the Corner of the room.

She joined me quietly, and we sat, spoke softly, and rested naturally, in peace.

In Calm.

Ahhh 🙂

#1132 The new black and white brood

It is a Friday night in March.

I am with baby girl, putting away laundry in her room, when I hear the familiar siren from the other room. Hubbie is flicking channels.

I haven’t heard that siren since September.

“Go and have a look at the TV,” I instruct to baby girl with a smile playing on my lips. “Go on.”

“Huh?” is her automatic response, but she does suit. Comes back utterly confused.

“Come with me.” She follows me back into the room. I point at the close-up of the player with his black and white striped top.

“Who’s that?”

Pause. “Magpies.”

Yep, footy is back. And the highlight of the night was her sheer dedication to them.

“Collingwood! Go on Collingwood, win!”

I looked at Hubbie, grinning wildly but also playing fair. “Hey, I’m not telling her to say that!”

He looks over at her. “You know you can go for another team too.”

“True,” I add. I turn to baby girl, about to play devil’s advocate. “You know, Tato goes for a team called Hawthorn, and they have a really good winning streak.”

She doesn’t skip a beat. “Tato goes for Hawthorn, and WE go for Collingwood.”

Oh God I can’t help laughing.

“I want Collingwood to win! Collingwood beat that team!”

“Oh honey, when it comes to winning, Collingwood isn’t always the winner. But when we barrack we don’t do it for the winning, we do it for the PASSION.”

(Which is just as well considering tonight’s score).

And after last year’s Grand Final debacle, where she witnessed about 10 people screaming at the TV in our home, decked out in magpie colours, for about 2 hours… well the moment was pretty much engrained in her…

I think black and white, and a decent dose of family devotion, is engrained in her now.

Speaking from experience, it’s pretty awesome, and one of the best way’s to bond. 🙂

GO PIES.

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Photo by Hossein Ghaem on Unsplash

#1077 A Sia start

What could have possibly made me feel better, 5:30 on a Saturday morning, barely any cars out, driving to work, after about 5 hours sleep, on a public holiday, no less?

Why… A Song.

Insert a very famous Aussie, highly appropriate for today’s proceedings don’t you think ? 😉

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This song is AWESOME. You need to pump it up in your car, loud, and then sing your lungs out.

“Your body’s poetry

Speak to me

Won’t you let me be your rhythm tonight?”

You know, on days where you are failing at reasons to find gratitude, and start your day right, remember, there is always a way.

And one of those ways is with great artists.

Aussie Aussie Aussie! (Oy oy oy!)

#1045 Christmas at a different place

As far as I can remember, I’ve celebrated every single Christmas in the same place.

My parents’ house.

There was that Christmas my Dad caught a stray canary, which ended up being Hubbie, then ‘boyfriend’s pet bird aptly named ‘Chrissy.’

The Christmas it hailed golf balls and our cars and the backyard pergola got a beating.

Or the Christmas we went mad throwing water balloons at each other all over the yard, and got told off by my Dad… (oh that was in recent years 😬 )

All those warm Christmases, dancing in the garage, walking to the park, eating, drinking, memory making…

The Christmas I snuck off to see Hubbie-then-boyfriend for a bit. 🤫

The Christmas we drank too much vodka in the first hour. 🥃

The Christmas I drank nothing – with a precious new 4 month old. 😍🤱

The Christmas some of my friends came, and some of my family could not handle the extra crazy. 😜🤪🤩

34 Christmases.

Today was Christmas number 35.

But… it was spent at my sister’s house.

I thought I would feel more nostalgia going into the day. All of these years of tradition, of memories, retreating to the same backyard post-lunch… and it was all changing.

But very quickly, something became apparent to me.

It wasn’t the location. It was all about the people.

Sure the house was different. The decorations would be different. The food and drink would be a bit different, and sure, the location was completely different.

But different didn’t mean bad. It was different, but it was still beautiful. And of course, there was a lot of love.

All of this was present, the beauty, the love… because the people were the same.

As long as I am with my loved ones, I am happy.

Merry Christmas to all. I hope yours was spent with loved ones, no matter where you were. ❤️🎄🙏🎅

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#1044 Christmas Eve at the Beach

Well. What an iconic way to spend Christmas Eve in Australia.

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Even so, it wouldn’t have happened in our old house. Back then we would have had to plan and organise a time and day where we were all free, packed up about 7 bags, a fridge, a heap of beach toys and tents and chairs, because you know, pack the kitchen sink and all when you’re already making such a drive… and that would have happened, oh, maybe 3 times in one Summer, if we were lucky to manoeuvre our schedules that way.

But today.

Today, on the eve of the busiest and fullest of family days of the year, I headed on down to one of our fave local beaches with baby girl.

I was applying sunscreen on me and her as I heard my phone notify me of a message.

It was after 2:30pm.

It was Hubbie. He was home early from work!

Damn it! We had just missed each other, I mean, he could have come with…

Wait a second.

I called him.

“Come on down!”

His easy response – “I will.”

:):):)

I left it as a surprise, preferring to see baby girl’s startled face at the sight of him, than to ruin it earlier and tell her he was coming.

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It was beautiful. ♥

Everything was beautiful. There weren’t too many people around, and yet already my radar is fine-tuned to spot tourists! The water was sublime, that perfect stroll-right-in temperature.

There was a slight breeze taking the edge off of the beating sun.

And it was Christmas Eve!

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(That’s me waving from the water in the distance over there)

It still amazes me that two years on from our move, only now we are getting more of a chance to do the things we so wanted to do frequently, when we first Sea Changed.

It was the best way to head into the holiday season, and head into Christmas.

Merry Christmas Eve all 🙂

 

 

#935 The spray MOP

What is the number one sign that you have reached adulthood?

Is it daytime naps?

Avoiding late-night parties?

Falling asleep on the couch at 8pm on a Saturday night?

Always telling your friends you’ll ‘catch up’ but never finding the time to do it?

Always being tired?

No. No no no no NO.

The epitome of peak adulthood, is…

DRUMROLL PLEASE…

Excitement at NEW cleaning products.

(Gasp! Horror!)

Oh you KNOW it’s true.

For me, today? It was my brand new spray mop which I can say absolutely and positively, I LOVE. ♥

Let me tell you ALL about it.

So, with new floors, comes new and improved ways to clean it… I had seen some sponsored ads online about an Australian business called ekoWorx, and after watching some videos of the cleaning products and reading many, MANY positive reviews, I was sold.

Today, my parcel came.

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Never have I been more excited to receive cleaning products in my entire life! It helps that it started on our Aussie shores, with two Bondi Dads wanting to make cleaning easier, safer and more eco-friendly.

I had ordered a package which included the mop, their Universal Cleaner, and several other mop pads and cleaning aids. I excitedly got it all connected, but alas, someone else wanted to get involved…

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Baby girl! It is that simple, I mean, two Dads created it so really how hard can it be?

Spray. Mop. Done.

The floors are practically dry as you go along, the mop itself is light and easy to manoeuvre, and I can actually say, I enjoyed it! What the actual F*&K?

Like I can’t actually believe it, I think I am going to be looking forward to mopping ALL THE TIME NOW. Geez Louise. What have they done to me?

Hey, any product that can get me to enjoy a task that cannot be avoided, well that is a BIG PLUS from me!

All hail the ekoWorx mop!