#1432 The fun play centre

A fun play centre… that’s a bit of a tautology isn’t it? Using two words of the same meaning in one sentence… that’s also like saying ‘a happy sunny day’ (of course a sunny day should be happy!) or ‘the long Monday.’

DUH.

But you can temporarily excuse my repetitiveness, because the play centre in question that we went to today actually has the word ‘Fun’ in its title… the brand new Funtopia in Carrum Downs.

Baby girl and I met her cousins and their Mum down at this brand spanking new place 25 minutes from home for a school holiday catch up… us and every other person in Melbourne it seemed. It was so busy we had to wait 20 minutes for entry at the corner cafΓ©, and then it really did seem like everyone was there, when baby girl and I spotted a former school classmate of hers there as well.

This play centre is the latest player on the block, hence why it was peaking and packing. Despite the busy-ness it is a very well-organised machine, as the staff were all onto it, as well as being extremely friendly, so triple points there.

The interesting point of difference for this new venue are the Aussie landmarks on display. There is a surf patrol play area, one dedicated to the Australian outback, Flinders Street station, the MCG, as well as…

The Australian Grand Prix track.

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Yep. For real that is a Monash Freeway sign you see there. I may have escaped from it since the end of work, but it’s now even following my daughter as she steps on the pedal.

It was a great day, and a terrific way to keep the kids super busy and satisfied on yet another school holiday day.

 

#1422 ‘Twas the ‘second’ night before Christmas…

What? She must have her dates wrong you say.

No siree.

It really is the night before Christmas… for those of Orthodox faith.

It’s an interesting thing to celebrate two Christmases throughout your life. It’s a privilege now awarded to baby girl as she joins in the doubled up of festivities.

Growing up, although the primary Christmas we celebrated was on the traditional Westernised date of December 25th, due to my Mum’s background and heritage we were always aware of at the very least, if we weren’t helping our relatives celebrate the Orthodox Christmas day of January 7th.

Seeing as Hubbie’s family is also of Orthodox faith, this acknowledgement and acceptance has grown and continued. All of my life, family and friends around me have celebrated this day… I have been to countless Christmas parties and participated in token Orthodox traditions, drank and ate and been merry on this holiest of days.

Which nationalities celebrate this day you might ask? Well there are Macedonians, Serbians, Polish, Russian, and Greek, to name a few…

I think it’s important to respect and value other traditions, even those that we may not be privy to or understand in the fullest.

Just as living in Australia, I believe that Australian customs should be respected and appreciated by all those who choose to call this country their home, so too do I believe the reverse should be norm: Aussies should respect the traditions and heritage of those with customs and holidays from far off our shores.

Including a different Christmas.

Sometimes I hear a bit of ignorance. One side might discount the other, calling theirs the ‘real Christmas.’

I think this is a bit sad. I don’t think we should be arguing over religion and politics and trying to up our own stance by discounting the other.

Why can’t we all respect each other’s traditions while still enjoying our own?

THIS GOES BOTH WAYS.

Baby girl went to bed tonight excited. She was asking if Santa would come again… I told her he only makes one stop a year, but that there would still be PRESENTS.

We did the majority of presents on the Westernised Christmas day, but I have an inkling she will get something. πŸ˜‰

A second Christmas for a kid? That’s like a second birthday!

She, and we, are fortunate to have double the Christmases, every year. β™₯

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Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

 

#1408 Fa la la la gingerbread

Christmas vibes only.

Christmas stuff is making me happy.

My recent Christmas songs post has put good tunes in my head, poetic words of an Aussie Christmas surround my soul, and then there is the Fa la la la la top I’ve been wearing every day up to the festive day.

And gingerbread. I am happy with how the gingerbread baking turned out.

The biggest fan of it though is baby girl. She absolutely adores it… my gingerbread that is. Just today she was making all the sounds, doing the “mmm hmm” as she nom nom nommed through a giant gingerbread man-shaped biscuit, and she turned to me and said –

“Mama, I love you gingerbread more than the shop gingerbread.”

WINNING.

#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. β™₯β™₯β™₯

“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 πŸ™‚

#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. πŸ™‚

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 ? πŸ˜‰

β™₯SIAβ™₯

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!)