#1489 Friday movie night

When you work away from home, you really start to appreciate your days off… at home.

Friday night’s have become my little saviour.

They are mine, and mine alone. I sit on the couch after everyone has fallen asleep, and find something on TV to watch.

Tonight’s supercalifraglisticexpialidocious viewing?

Can you guess?

Well it’s not the original. Rather it’s Saving Mr. Banks, the story of how Walt Disney courted the writer of the original Mary Poppins book, P.L. Travers, into allowing him to make her original tale into a Disney classic.

The story behind the story… how could it beat the one we have grown up with and come to love?

Well it is a completely different story. One that is heart-wrenching, as it is uplifting. (Actually, that oddly has similar elements to the story it’s based on if you look hard enough).

And though Mary Poppins brings the word unique to a whole new level, the character of P.L. Travers played by Emma Thompson, is a whole other hilariously difficult character on her own.

Watching stories unfold in the comfort of my home, from my couch, at my will, has to be the greatest ‘me time’ and restorer of creativity wells there is. ♥

  • Did you know that P.L. Travers is not the real name of the Mary Poppins writer? She was indeed, Helen Goff,  and part Aussie, no less. 🙂

#1463 So close to royalty at the firies concert

I wish we were in Sydney tonight in the crowd of thousands, watching artist after group after band perform on stage to raise money for the bushfire catastrophe that has gripped Australia and the rest of the world over the last couple of months.

Did I say artists? I meant legends.

We only caught the last couple of hours of the show on tv, but were there in time to watch Adam Lambert and Queen take to the stage.

Anyone following my blogs knows what I think about Queen.

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It was truly something special. My thoughts kept going from “how amazing is Adam Lambert” to –

“How can he stand up to Freddie Mercury?”

“Of course he can’t, he’s his own person.”

“But Freddie was the best.”

“But look how far Adam has come to be performing with Queen!”

To and fro, my thoughts, and my words to Hubbie next to me on the couch.

Then they put Freddie on screen doing his legendary operatic solo bit where the crowd copies him, and seeing him lighting up the darkness of the arena with his yellow outfit, so large and life-like, I swear it was like he was there.

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But then baby girl came into the room, and I was a little on edge.

As way of explanation… we haven’t quite spoken about death with her. She knows that if you do something stupid (like run out onto a busy road, get caught in a fire, or don’t put sunscreen on) you can die.

Things like that I bluntly drill into her. Shock effect to make her listen.

But real-life death, death of those around us? As far as she gets it from what I can tell, there are people ‘here’ on earth, and then there are people who are not… the in-between from here to there I think she doesn’t comprehend, and as for ‘there,’ the concept is all a bit cartoon-like for her, like Ursula the sea witch being stabbed to death in The Little Mermaid, or Mother Gothel falling out the tower in Rapunzel.

It’s all a bit exaggerated and other-worldly.

Add to that my first experience understanding death when I was about her age… and the thought of making her as sad and scared as I had been, was devastating to even consider.

So when this rock star princess of ours entered the room to “We Will Rock You,” took one look at Adam and asked “where’s Freddie?” I knew it was the perfect opportunity to break into a discussiom about death with her, and it might even just work, because Freddie, wasn’t part of our extended family.

But then again… with the amount we played Queen around the house, he might as well have had his own bedroom downstairs.

“He’s not here tonight honey…” I shot a confused look at Hubbie, who just shrugged. He’d previously said that talking about the death of a celebrity was the perfect segue into real-life.

But now he was looking as reluctant as I was.

“… he’s not singing anymore,” I ended. I waited for her to ask, but the question didn’t come. She stared at the screen for a few moments, before turning to our cat on the couch.

“Mister F, who do you like better? Freddie Mercury or this guy?”

OH LOL.

“Mama, who do you like better, Freddie Mercury or this guy?”

“Freddie.”

Off she went to the other room to ask Hubbie who had just walked off, and I heard his answer as short, simple and brief as mine: “Freddie.”

“Baby girl, who do you prefer?” I asked as she came back in.

“Freddie Mercury!”

He almost is like a part of our family…. so that conversation will have to wait, for another day.

But for tonight at least… Adam and Queen brought him back to life.

You can still donate to the bushfire relief here: https://firefightaustralia.com/

Thank you. ❤

#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 café, 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. 😉

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

She, and we, are fortunate to have double the Christmases, every year. ♥

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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. ♥♥♥

“Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.”