#2530 That’s my (singing) girl

Today was a big day, more so for baby girl. She had a friends birthday, and then we all went to a wedding in the afternoon.

The day was beautiful in every way. But there was a particular moment in the night that had me grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Towards the end of the night the band left their musical posts to have a break, and some people, being a little loose and happy and brave, ventured up to the mics to talk, sing and entertain the crowd.

Baby girl got excited, and joined in.

At first I was like ‘stop,’ because she was kinda yelling at the beginning. Like, if you’re gonna talk in a mic, don’t yell, it’s loud as it is… but as she watched the other people comment in the mic and sing along to the backing songs, she started to do the same.

I let it go. I watched her “ooh, ooh” along, make comments, get embarrassed every time in between, BUT… come back for more.

I was fascinated. I was fascinated because she has expressed an interest in singing and dancing for a little bit now, but I think the thought of performing also makes her very nervous.

And here she was, in front of a room full of people, singing along to Paul Simon’s “Call me Al.” 🤦‍♀️🤣

It was beautiful to watch. I think she thought I was going to tell her to stop again, but instead I took out my camera and took as many snaps as I could.

It might just be a kid thing, wanting to hear her voice amplified, sure… but you know, with a lot of these things, you just never know.

I will always be there, encouraging and cheerleading for her, just in case.

And her dancing, my God I was impressed. The times she was on the dancefloor tonight was the biggest joy to watch. Even though my extra weight was bearing down on my heels, so many times I got up just so I could dance with her.

My girl. My singing girl. My dancing girl. My growing up girl who I love watching every, single, time, and every, single, day.


#2525 Ahhh

This is the sound I make now that I’m getting a break.


Last week was very intense. The weeks leading up to it were too, but then last week I was working 4 days, planning a shin-dig, while looking after home restorations and tradies WHILE working from home, then in the immediate lead-up to the shin-dig had my work Christmas party, a kids birthday, and an engagement party.

All while organising said shin-dig! 😆😆

Now that it’s over, I am exhausted. My body has gone NUP. NUP NUP NUP.

Been tired all day. Baby has resumed kicking… I think baby was worried about my stress levels and concerningly was keeping mum for a while, but all is good again… the kicks are decent, noticeable, and big. Yes my insides are getting a beating and I’m happy about it, thank you very much.

I have spent so much time go-go-going, that as I sit here tonight I’m like…


This feels good. I might just stay here a while… 🙏💖

#2523 Hectic days

These are hectic days.

All December days usually are, ESPECIALLY weekends.

We already have Christmas get-togethers and Christmas parties in this most festive of months (for me last night at the work Christmas party).

Then there are the people born in December who wanna celebrate their birthday (baby girl’s friend, today at a rock climbing centre).

There are also people who just decide to throw a function at this time of year, because it isn’t busy enough (Hubbie’s work mate who had an engagement tonight).

And then there’s ME, who’s also decided to do a little catch-up tomorrow, because life isn’t busy enough. 🤦‍♀️😆

But, I remind myself, they are all good things. Sure I can’t catch my breath, but all these festivities are about celebrating, and isn’t that what life is about? Getting together, spending time with loved ones and making beautiful memories.

Yes, that’s what it’s all about. 🙏💖

#2512 Give yourself permission to be totally wrong

Yesterday and today, I haven’t taken baby girl to school.

Or picked her up. My car is at the mechanic’s and it may be there a couple more days.

Hubbie instead, has left work both mornings to run home and drop her off.

Yesterday I asked baby girl’s friend’s mum to pick her up for me.

She more than happily obliged.

Even though she told me that she was able to pick her up again today… I was hesitant.

You see, I kinda realised something about myself.

I find it REALLY hard to ask for help.

It’s something I’m so used to doing, being, ever since we moved down here and made our sea change. We knew we had no one in this area to rely on, to help us out with child-minding duties, random help here and there, and although we were prepared, we weren’t really prepared.

But we have accepted it, it’s what we wanted, and it is the way it is.

Because we rely on ourselves so solely, I think this is part of the problem.

My problem.

Not only do I find it hard to ask for help… I hate to put people out. I felt sooo bad to ask the mum again if she could help out this afternoon, I was on the verge of tears. But my Mum had told me on the phone yesterday to ask again, to not feel bad about it, and Hubbie was much the same, saying one day, you’ll help her kids out too!

But there’s a little more to this story than meets the eye.

I was reluctant to ask for help, because this mum I’ve been feeling up and down about for a while now.

Without getting into the full history, we started off really good. Since prep. Lots of playdates, the girls had fun, and we always bump into each other at the same beach.

Sometime in the last year, I found out she had a playdate with another friend of theirs. Not just someone, but a girl from baby girl’s small friendship group. Essentially, out of the three girls, baby girl was left out.

This kinda enraged me, I will not lie. I never exclude her close friends from playdates, I include them all so no one is left out.

I didn’t know why baby girl was excluded.

I withdrew. Avoided her at the pick-up gate. Gave her a bit of the silent treatment.

Then to make matters worse, that friend of hers actually said some really mean things to baby girl. I got involved, told the teacher, there was intervention, etc, etc.

Things have been returning to some kind of prior normal, but I’m an elephant. I don’t forget.

I thought I had this mum all figured out. At first, she seemed to be the super friendly, easy-going, happy-go-lucky type, but clearly there was no loyalty. Clearly she wasn’t too involved in her daughter’s life, or else she would have stepped in to tell her not to say such hurtful things to a so-called friend.

I thought she had been my type, but I had clearly been way off the mark. I was keen for baby girl to move on, and being the end of the year I knew there was a chance they would be split up next year.

But then, a birthday party happened a couple of weeks ago. At that birthday party the mum told me that she was available if I needed her to watch baby girl, at any time now, leading up to baby’s arrival, what with all the increased appointments I have during the end months now, etc.

I was shocked, moved even. It was the furthest thing I was expecting after the year that had passed.

Which is why I had been so tentative yesterday to ask her to pick her up.

Which is why I was tearful today when I had to ask her again.

I felt guilty. Very, very guilty.

Clearly, I had gotten it all wrong. I had gotten her ALL WRONG.

Yeah, she was happy-go-lucky. She was casual. She probably didn’t look into things as much as I did. I’m a classic overthinker. She probably set her daughter up on play dates, not to exclude baby girl, but just to keep her daughter happy (now that I think, there have been plenty of times only her daughter and mine have caught up too).

She didn’t know about her daughter’s mean words, probably…? Which child tells their parent everything though? It’s a really tricky area, because her daughter is actually nice, but I think she is used to getting her own way, a bit like baby girl. So they clash. 🤦‍♀️ I often wonder what baby girl perhaps said or how she contributed to words being spoken between them. However, I see that their teacher did a wonderful job of helping to repair that friendship, because nothing has happened since.

I had gone grrr. All mama bear. Ultimate protector of my child. I went into defense mode, got judgmental, and decided that I didn’t want her in my life anymore. Hi, bye, that was fine.

But nothing else.

So when she offered help, and then again kept saying to me yesterday “just tell me if you need me to pick her up” insisting she was there for me…

I was quite honestly at a loss to explain her actions.

I was only left with one conclusion.

I had been completely wrong.

Or really, my first thoughts were correct. It was when things went askew that led me to have these other thoughts, and I guess, I’m human right? I should have trusted those first positive instincts, and if anything this experience has taught me a lot about myself, how I look at others, and that sometimes, I can be completely wrong.

It’s very easy to let your experiences and biases cloud your judgment. It happens on a daily basis for everyone! I want to try and not be so quick to assume, to judge, and only hope if I make a mistake somewhere, others give me the same benefit.

Her real person came through these last couple of days when we had no one else to help. She threw us a massive lifeline, and I know now who she is, where she stands, and what kind of person she really is.

There is enormous power in allowing yourself to be completely wrong, owning it, and then changing your thoughts, your ways. We have so much to learn in life, and by stubbornly holding onto views or opinions that serve us no more, we limit ourselves to a close-minded view of life where growth never happens, and learning is non-existent.

Allow yourself to be wrong. I was talking about this with Hubbie today, and there was something incredibly refreshing and liberating about saying to him, wow, I was sooo wrong.

(Even he admits, he was a little wrong too 🤭)

I won’t forget this. Remember, I’m an elephant. 🐘

#2502 My climber

Baby girl had a birthday party to go to today, and it was a really lovely day since it was a very intimate group of her friends from school.

Also, she was in her element, climbing all over the place at the play centre…

Here, here and here:

Along with a bunch of other places too! She wasn’t afraid to go right to the top, her attitude was no-fear, go-get-them, and I think that’s about the perfect attitude to have, not just for climbing, but for all of life. 🤩🥰💖😍

#2496 Rocking the birth-day

It was a beautiful day to celebrate my Mum’s birthday.

You know what made it even better? The weather.

You know what made it even MORE better? The company!

You see this cake? This cake was the BOMB.

You know who made the cake? My Mum. For her own birthday.

She rocked the cake. As she does everything else.

Love you Mum. Thanks for a great day all. 😘😘😘😘

#2490 Sharing the bump, and pregnancy musings

One of the great perks of being pregnant is sharing the news that you are. 🥰

It was great when in August we broke the news to our family and friends at baby girl’s and mine birthday party. Nothing quite beats the excited cries and squeals you get from loved ones as they run up to you.

It’s happiness, it’s shock, it’s excitement. It happened weeks before that with our own immediate families, telling my parents and sister’s fam, and then my MIL.

Being there to see their faces, is something else. Maybe that’s part of the reason why we haven’t done the whole social media reveal… the people who I genuinely care about and want to know our news, well most of them have found out face-to-face, or at the very least, phone-to-phone.

There are still those who are tinkering on through and discovering. Many people are starting to see photos of me on facebook sporting the bump, and so some congrats and messages are coming through…

But what about work? What happens when you work remotely?

I told my boss after our big reveal. He was the only one that knew, until today. It’s hard you know… there’s no kitchen, water cooler talk. Back in my old job, our inter-dependent departments shared information as well as gossip, and I would be standing in the kitchen making a cheese and tuna toastie when someone would go “hey, when are you due?”

All they see is my face here, once a week, and even then sometimes I miss the weekly meeting altogether.

I had feedback on a recent training session this morning, and talk turned to this new stuff we were learning, with this guy from another department. The conversation moved to that area, naturally, when he asked me if I was still enjoying what I was doing…

It’s not a matter so much of what I enjoy. I mean, I do enjoy my job. At the moment, it’s more about, what role will I perform, can I perform, when I want to come back from maternity leave?

So I told him. It was funny, because I was quite serious, going well, “my personal circumstances have changed in my life” before adding the clincher – “I’m expecting my second child.”

OH MAN! For a guy (no insult, hear me out) he was ecstatic for me. He doesn’t have kids of his own, but he was so, so happy, absolutely floored, shocked, excited, and kept saying, “what a beautiful thing, you have life!”

It was great to see, even if via a Teams chat, lol, and extremely refreshing for a guy.

I’ve had so many guys act awkwardly. (You know, even some girls!) Some of these people are relations, and they’ve made no congrats to us at all, only making some kind of joking remark that I’ve eaten too much lately. 🙄🤦‍♀️

Others are weird in another way. My pregnancy is not a secret anymore, and yet again (women) get weird about not finding out from my mouth that I am expecting. I’ve had them outright ask details, when are you due, how are you feeling… no congrats. Like none, AT ALL. It’s like they’re offended that I didn’t take them by the hand and sit them down to tell them that I was expecting. The fact that they found out from a cousin, aunty, friend, means they will not say any congrats.

It’s just sooo weird.

I’ve spoken about the guy-pregnancy thing to Hubbie. “What do you do when someone is pregnant? Do you react? Do you say congrats?”

He admits, it can be weird. Firstly, he thinks guys will NEVER ask or assume, just because, it is weird to comment on a woman’s body by asking if she’s expecting. (So what about that family member that joked I ate too much? 😅)

What if they’ve told you? Well then congrats is expected, he says. But unless he knows the person well, he probably wouldn’t go there.

You know what I think it is? It’s what men don’t understand. They don’t get it, they don’t live it, and therefore they’re terrified to go there and comment. Instead of congrats, they bark out questions: when are you due, what are you having? That’s the extent of it.

Also, if there’s blood running between the two of you, your bump is physical acknowledgement that you’ve had sex and are now growing a baby! I know, I know, it’s so juvenile. But I sooo believe there’s a subconscious thing at play here, that makes them IMMEDIATELY uncomfortable.

So anyway. You can see why I was so touched and impressed by this work dudes super excited display. After a lengthy and very informative chat, I went back to work, only to soon get another message from another fellow dude colleague…

He had been told my exciting news by the other guy. And he was reaching out, because he and his partner were expecting their second child too!

What an interesting turn of events. 🥰 I had two male work colleagues completely turn the tables on what I had become used to receiving from guys, and were super congratulatory about this exciting life event.

It’s really nice, about 6 months in, to still see people getting excited. I’m kinda hoping no one else finds out, just so I can walk into the Christmas party and blow everyone’s work socks off. 🤣

On a different pregnancy aside… I’ve just realised something. No proof, only myself as evidence really. I was telling baby girl tonight how I started her solids using sweet potato, or potato I think… I received sage advice not to start her on sweet foods, the reason being is that is all they will then eat! I was saying this tonight, reminding myself to do the same with baby…

And now as I have a late snack, eating some yoghurt, it hit me.

Yoghurt. Savoury.

I remember my Mum telling me she fattened me up as a baby on sour cream and bread. 🤣 It may seem weird but you gotta try it, it’s delicious.

And there is it, the realisation! I generally love savoury, because look what I was wolfing down as a baby/toddler!

Ahh, pregnancy musings. Love it. 💖💖🥰🥰😍😍🤰🤰

#2488 Abundant birthday vibes

Tonight was a big, fun, birthday night.

And yet I have very little photos to show for it. 🤦‍♀️ (That’s OK, I have my sister the photographer 😉)

We had some fam and friends over for Hubbie’s birthday, and it was fun! It feels like this year we’ve been having heaps of people over to make up for the last couple isolating, non-sociable years.

Having people fill up our house has been great, laughter and voices and music filling the air… and it’s all a good kind of busy, a good kind of noisy, but soon there’ll be another good kind of noisy, that of an additional family member in the house!

I know the way we are now will be absolutely different to how we’ll be in 4 months time, but I embrace it all. I love it now, and I’ll love it then for whole other reasons.

It’s about appreciating, and living in the present moment.

And all of these reflections, from a birthday party. 🙏❤

More great, happy, fulfilling times are ahead.

Abundance. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#2485 Birthday boy

Today was Hubbie’s birthday!

So great, that it fell on his day off… Wednesday.

We brunched. We beach walked. Then this evening we headed out to a fave restaurant we haven’t been to for ages for dinner. It’s across from the beach, and quite frankly has a stunning view. 😍

I love birthdays. I love my birthday, my family’s birthdays, anyone I love, I love their birthday too.

You get to celebrate them, have fun, reflect on their amazing contribution to your life…

And to think, today was only the beginning. Further celebrations are a-coming!😁💖

#2474 Relationships like roses

It was lovely to spend some time today with my Dad’s side of the family.

Life is busy, and honestly, we see people most when they call us to something… and vice versa, when we call them to something.

You know how it goes… the weekend comes, you want to relax, but you also want to do some odd jobs, and housework, and groceries. And unless someone has said “hey, come to my house,” or “you’re invited to -” it’s usually quite hard trying to match your schedule to someone else’s. It takes repeated effort, and it’s often weeks and weeks, if you’re lucky, before you actually get to see each other.

I’m fortunate that both sides of the family tend to do stuff for catch-ups, and so even though there is sometimes months between, it is never YEARS. I mean, if you’re not gonna catch up for a special day like a birthday, when the hell are you gonna catch up?

And that was the case today with my aunty’s birthday. She called us out for lunch, and so we went, ate, took photos, and had a pleasant day.

And I captured this flower in her front yard, and it was not only gorgeous, but smelt amazing too.

It really made me think… relationships are much like roses. Sure, roses are hardy, and will spring up (pardon the pun) every year. But they may become overrun with pests, or have dark spots all over their leaves, petals sagging, looking very sad looking.

But when you give them real attention, like watering them consistently, applying healthy soil, and providing nutrient food, only then will you see them start to bloom.

The same goes for the relationships in our lives.

Pay attention to them, give them time… and watch them grow. 💖🌹