#1907 Jumping gym

Every so often your child grows up that bit more, and you hit another, really pleasant milestone.

Recently we’ve reached the ‘drop-off-and-drive-away-for-an-extracurricular-activity’ milestone.

This happens when you take your child to an after-school activity… but instead of staying there, like I do for swimming, I DRIVE AWAY.

Now, there are two reasons for the ‘drive away.’

1, she is old enough so I can leave her.

2, the session is too long to wait for her!

Hence why I hang around for swimming. Swimming is only half an hour. I check my phone, go on social media, make calls and send messages, as well as chat to a fellow parent. 30 minutes flies by.

90 minutes though? Today was her second gymnastics class after her trial last week, and I drove home, started prepping dinner, paid a bill, and rocked out to the entire A Night at the Opera Queen album, totally head-banging when ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ came on.

You know, the usual. 🤣🤷‍♀️

She is loving it though. She is an active girl, so she loves jumping about with the other girls, learning to do cartwheels and flips and all other cool stuff that I could never ever do, but hell I can live vicariously through her right? I mean isn’t that what ALL of parenting is anyway?

Totally joshing you there, you know it too.

But I love it as well. She’s already made a good friend, and even though she’s said both times “Stay!” as soon as they begin their stretch-ups and warm-ups, 5 minutes later she motions to me through the window “You can go!”

So I go, to do really important stuff like make dinner… and head-bang.

#1905 Present, dinner

We had a meaningful and present dinner tonight.

It was nice to go out on a Tuesday night, when we usually don’t. It’s midweek, and tonight it was cold…

But despite baby girl having school tomorrow, Hubbie and I don’t have work, hence why we chose to go out tonight for our anniversary dinner.

We were there just over an hour, tops. Not many people around.

We had drinks. We toasted. And then we sat and really listened to each other… baby girl with what she did at school today… Hubbie and I shared anecdotes… and as I ate my meal, I really took the time to be present, engage with what was happening then, NOW, with my family who I love so much.

It was simple, but so, so beautiful.

I understand why they call it the present. If you take the time to stop and appreciate, it’s honestly the greatest gift in the world. 💖💖💖

#1904 Looking back in time

Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.

May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.

It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”

Our ‘special’ day.

Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.

Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

They’re all the same.

We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…

It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…

But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.

Same as for other days.

Days like, an anniversary. 💖💖

Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.

I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. 😂 In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.

Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.

Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.

I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.

Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.

Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. 😂

Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…

We looked through our official photos. 😍

Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.

And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

12.

#1903 Double the Easter fun

When you get married to someone, you inherit a lot.

You inherit them. Their family. Their values, interests, ambitions.

You also inherit, their traditions.

And when it comes to the holy days of the year, you inherit those too.

And if they happen to fall on a different day, well…

DOUBLE THE FUN.

Easter. Christmas.

We have Catholic Christmas. Orthodox Christmas.

Catholic Easter. And then Orthodox Easter.

Double the fun! Double the food! Double the chocolate, and presents, and memories, and good times…

And it suits me just fine that we have these different, but oh-so-similar backgrounds. That we can blend them together in our family, baby girl gets a cultural taste of both, and we can make all of this work, FOR ALL.

And on that note… Happy Orthodox Easter to anyone celebrating today. I am about to pop, and yet I am going to walk back to the kitchen now for more sweet bread, otherwise known as kozinjak…

Cultural differences are beautiful. 💖💖

#1902 3 dinner stops

So many threes lately.

You know there are heaps of things to look forward to when you have kids.

Slow walks as they grasp your hand and look up to you in admiration.

Running on the grass, squealing with laughter.

Watching them slurp ice cream.

Their sweet face as they fall asleep.

Deep hugs that tell you how much love they feel.

Then there are, the other things.

Like, trying to decide dinner on a Saturday night, and EVERYONE WANTS SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

Like, tonight.

I wanted noodles and dumplings.

Hubbie wanted a steak sandwich from the fish and chip shop.

Baby girl wanted a Happy Meal.

We debated for half an hour. Do we just get a pizza, stuff the running around?

But I really wanted the noodles!

So out we went.

To get the steak sanga.

Then the noodles and dumplings.

Then the happy meal.

This took us over 40 minutes. And we were local, but it was that busy out, it was crazy! We swore we wouldn’t do it again, but then I had my meal…

And it was so delicious. Sure I probably won’t make three stops again, I’ll just make them have dumplings with me. 😂

I’m grateful for dumplings, and these crazy nights where we’re driving around town together. 💖💖💖

#1901 3 beach day

I stood on the sand after 4pm, telling baby girl’s friend’s mum, that it was in fact my third visit to the sea and sand that day.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she teased.

I did in fact, feel bad to say it out loud. 3 beach visits in a day? Gee, sounds stressful!

But it happened rather randomly and unexpectedly, and the way it happened felt like it was MEANT to happen.

Maybe because things have been so shit for some time, the Universe aligned to give me a great, sunshine-y day. 🌞

I had important errands this morning after school drop-off, and after they were done I grabbed an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s, a cappuccino from Store Fifteen, and walked on down to the beach.

I’d had an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s YONKS ago, and back then it had blown my mind. Well it was pretty delish today, not really any mind-blowing, but that’s because I think I had cheese then, and not today.

Having not had any food since waking up, that brekkie on the beach was the best thing ever. I made friends with the seagulls, squinted into the sun, and watched a sea plane land in the water! It was incredible.

Then my sister and parents visited after lunch, with the sole purpose being, ‘a beach visit.’

So, again. First it had been Mothers.

This time, Mills.

I really loved that my parents seemed to enjoy it. Sis enjoyed it of course, for sure, she loves the water as I do. She dipped her feet into the mild waters, and Dad even did a light jog alongside the water, which we were rapt to see.

I went to pick up baby girl from school hours later, looking forward to a chill afternoon. The last few days had been pretty busy.

But she and her friend had another plan in mind.

They wanted a beach playdate!

And so we found ourselves at Mills again, 30 minutes later. 🤦‍♀️

The water was colder, and the tide had come in so much, it actually blew my mind how short the span of sand now was. But us Mums sat and talked, the girls wade through the waters looking for so-called pearls, they made sandcastles, and we saw what we were pretty sure were dolphins, far off in the waters, spraying up water! Unbelievable.

3 beach visits. I know I’ve had 2 in a day before, but this is taking the cake, AND for the last day of April, in Autumn… just wow.

And it may seem overly boastful, or excessive… but trust me, with the way things have gone since last year, I need about 54 beach visits in a day to make up for all the hard times that have transpired.

But 3 is good for now. I’ll raincheck the rest. 😉

But now, I AM BUGGERED. Think I’ll stay home and do lots of washing tomorrow… 😂

#1898 A change in hair

A hair colour is as good as a holiday, isn’t that what they say?

(Something like that?)

I had a few things change today, appointments cancelled on me… and as I walked back to my car after dropping off baby girl at school, it occurred to me –

I could get my hair done!

It was last minute, sure.

But also, it was Tuesday. A drizzly, cloudy Tuesday morning.

Not a busy, let’s-get-this-party-started Saturday.

I called the hairdressers, and guess what?

They were free!

I’ve been chocolate brown for sooo long. But I’ve had this really super annoying thing, where these lighter coloured pieces of hair keep stubbornly making their way to my hairline, mostly at the front, and like I said, it’s REALLY ANNOYING…

😂👩‍🦳

I mixed it up a bit and put very light foils through my hair, highlighting lighter bits throughout, that should help detract the eye when those annoying lighter ones decide to poke on through again…

But for now, yeah yeah. New hair. 😁

#1897 Here comes the light

Today we got most of our lights replaced.

Our old, ancient, 3 globe flowery, faded, burnt-out, vomit-coloured light fittings were replaced, by simple white downlights.

Flush with the ceiling. Not hanging dangerously low, so low you can whack it out of it’s screw so easily. The number of times someone has knocked the ones in the lounge room while dancing, doing yoga, or just stretching up in the air…

Or in our bedroom, they hang so low, they might as well lie on our bed between us. 😬

Or, they used to.

Or like the low light that was in baby girl’s room… one simple glass shaped globe, that until recently was also hanging a bit too low for comfort, proven when she swung something and the entire glass casing shattered around her.

They aren’t just ugly, they are bloody dangerous.

And now, they’re all gone!

Our house has been lifted, the ceilings feel higher, and we are suddenly in line with with the rest of our ‘home’ vision.

#1896 Moving me and moving her

I’ve happily settled into a regular exercise routine.

It’s something I’ve been trying to do for a while, and yet things have kept popping up, life stuff, health stuff, that have made me put a big brake on it all.

I decided a couple of weeks ago that I couldn’t wait anymore. I wouldn’t let anything stop me. I was going to keep going, keep moving, and in doing so, move myself physically.

It doesn’t really matter what the motivation is behind my new routine. I’m not only feeling better physically, but mentally, it is really doing WONDERS.

I used to question how people could do exercise at the start of the day… didn’t it leave them spent? Tired? Unable to do anything else for the rest of the day?

But I get it now. Once you get past the initial huff and puff of the workout, the energy coursing through you becomes contagious. Addictive.

All that blood, flowing.

It awakens your senses.

You’re not even that cold – it’s like it sets you up for the day, because you’ve worked your muscles, and now you’re reaping the benefits of strength, of warmth.

There is a spring in your step.

You become motivated to get stuff done.

You motivate others, to get stuff done.

The other day when I was doing a really hard rep in my home workout, that involved a plank-type position where I had to lower my arms, and then lift myself up again… well I managed to do like 4-5, barely, before I pretty much collapsed on the yoga mat.

I took a deep breath and pushed myself up, trying to do as much as I could in the time allocated.

I had looked up, and through the window saw baby girl. She was outside, watching me. She had watched me fall.

I nodded, disgruntled, in her direction, and before I looked away to keep going, she smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

No. I was wrong. She hadn’t watched me fall.

She had watched me get back up.

And it really hit home when days later, she searched for my exercise routine on youtube.

I said “honey, those exercises are for adults! You run enough at school, don’t hurt yourself.”

And she said –

“But Mummy, I want to be strong like you.”

Oh. My heart. 💖💖💖💖

I’ve held those words so close to me. They have given me strength, hope, and courage to keep going, no matter what life throws at me.

Children model their parents’ words, their parents’ actions… their whole way of being.

It’s amazing that as I choose to do something really good for myself, I also choose it for my beautiful daughter.

My baby girl. 😍😍

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#1895 Shopping with my girl no.9

Oh wow. I haven’t done one of these ^ posts for over 2 years.

We knew we were staying in tonight, and for someone who works from home (me) staying home all day on my day off is not ideal.

I have to get out sometime.

So baby girl and I hit up our shopping centre and had a decent spree!

It was all the more fun because we had zero expectations in buying anything, and in doing so I had a really good run of finding new tops 😂

There’s nothing quite like coming home with unexpected good finds, and then enjoying your family night together feeling content and satisfied about it all.