#1423 Christmas and cake

Not only was today great to celebrate our second Christmas…

But it was doubly great to end on a birthday.

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And THIS cake, was the absolute bomb.

I will not rest until I make this myself.

A sweet, to end a pretty sweet day with Hubbie’s family?

Why, you know I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.

It’s true. 🎄🍰❤

#1384 The best day for a kids party

Parents, HOLD YOUR HORSES.

I have now discovered the best day and time of week to hold a kids birthday party.

I know, because I went to one myself… this afternoon.

Friday afternoon. ;););)

At first when I got the invite I was like “Friday? Okay…”

But then the idea grew on me. Sure it was soon after they finished school. Sure, it meant we had to quickly change/snack/get ready before said-birthday party.

And sure, all the fairy bread/lollies/cake/sugar they ingested meant they would have no kind of normal dinner at all when they got home later…

But it is Friday after all peeps.

You know why a Friday afternoon birthday party is so good?

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Kids are already in the swing of it. Sure it’s the end of the week, but starting it so soon after the school day has done means that they just keep going on and on and on.

Don’t worry that they can’t keep going. They will keep going for cake alright.

Then, they come home pooped, high as a kite… not on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, in effect either ruining the rest of the day/weekend and setting themselves for a massive sugar downer as they soon start the school week again…

No. They come home on a Friday evening, RUINED, and then…

Sleep it off.

And then the weekend begins the next morning.

Brilliant.

Kids are happy and have a full weekend. Parents are even more happy as they don’t need to sacrifice their precious and limited weekend time to drive their kids to a party, because we all know once they come home they are manic from high-energy games, candy and madness, meaning they will do their own thing and be quite frankly, a nightmare.

But this all gets slept away after a Friday afternoon.

(I’m not saying I’m going to do this for baby girl but I still think it’s fantastic).

😉

#1280 Unicorns and face painting for grown-ups

Because acting like a kid is fun, let’s face it.

And when you are at a kids party, you are given full licence pretty much to act like a child.

Eat lollies.

Encourage play.

Play pin the horn on the unicorn.

Get painted.

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I was thoroughly impressed at the number of adults who went glittery and crazy for baby girl’s birthday party today. I looked up, and sitting in the make up chair more often than not were adults, both men and women alike!

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And of course there had to be cake. I was very happy with my ‘creative efforts,’ and baby girl was rapt, so let’s be honest all I needed was that ok…

But if I ever meet Rosanna Pansino, American YouTube cake-making sensation, with a 2 billion audience, I will tell her –

“My buttercream did NOT spread so easy!”

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🤷🏻‍♀️🎂🦄

It tasted good though!

#1212 Coffee seclusion

We did nearly nothing today, on this long weekend Queen’s Birthday holiday. Zilch. Zero.

And we definitely needed it.

Ok so we did go to the supermarket. We needed food after all. And sure, I washed some clothes…

Sang happy birthday to my sister LOUDLY over the phone.

We ate.

But then, nada.

Nothing.

It was soon coffee time (3pm or thereabouts) and Hubbie was napping on the couch… doing, that’s right, NOTHING.

I made a coffee for myself and a babycino for baby girl. We were going to sit near Hubbie and have our drinks and some leftover birthday treats from Sis’ big birthday… but then I was like –

“nah.”

Instead, we went upstairs. To my bedroom. Some privacy for baby girl and me, and quiet for him.

‘Girl time,’ I called it. Even our cat Mister F was not allowed.

We sat on the floor looking outside. With nothing to distract us. No TV. No music. No noise. Just us. Baby girl proceeded to tell me what I should put in her lunchbox tomorrow. We talked about the party, and cake.

Then we lay on my bed, all cuddled up.

Doing absolutely nothing. And yet, my soul filled up, with EVERYTHING.

♥♥

#1204 Sunday Our Day no. 2

One big reason I love Sundays, where we have nothing to do but seemingly end up doing everything…

Where we look forward to spending the day together, but then spend a good portion of it doing our own thing, apart…

Is when we finally get together, in the afternoon.

For coffee.

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It’s really nice to do your own thing, catch up on stuff, and then come together after all the productivity and couch-time naps (ahem, Hubbie) have been had, and enjoy a little moment together.

In the corner of a café. Tucked away from the cold. Happy and warm and delighted by the sounds and scents and tastes around us.

And when it was over, we had to head outside, face the weather, and run through the rain.

But we did it, together. ♥♥♥♥

#1105 Stepping into a different space

It’s good to take yourself out of the box.

To move out of your comfort zone. You might be fearful, feel anxious, stressed or even overwhelmed by it.

Hell, you might even encounter road closures and swarms of people as you go out to seek ‘it.’

The point of difference. Something beautiful to look at. Somewhere beautiful to be in.

Mine wasn’t so severe today… the dramas. But I still had to beat traffic, event-based road closures and never-ending crowds to get there.

I was sure glad when I got there.

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It was so light. So pretty. Spending the afternoon with bestie made it all the more magical and nostalgic.

Great conversation. Like minds. Different lives. Unified time.

Bound by sweet treats and scrumptious tea. 🙂

It was great to get out of the daily grind, and into a different space.

There is so much to explore out there, and I think this year will be the year for it.

♥♥♥

#1092 Feeding goats

Ohhhh, kids birthday parties. 10am Sunday morning starts will be the bane of my existence this year, I am sure.

It is only 2 weeks into the first term, and already baby girl received a birthday invite…

Sheesh, 10am? I mean, it was only a 17 minute drive, yet following the busiest and usually the latest event-night of the week, Saturday, I managed to pull myself out of bed, still tired from the night before, the week before, MY WHOLE LIFE in fact… and tried to hurry along baby girl, who really didn’t need encouraging, yet somehow, being 5, still required it.

Sigh.

Things changed quickly when we got there. The open spaces, fresh air, greenery abounding…

I LOVED IT.

(I am a big kid at heart. I just love my bed too).

It was at a farm, and the kids just wandered around as they pleased, meeting and petting the animals, having rides on ponies and tractors…

And then there were the goats.

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I didn’t realise it immediately, but sometime during the 20 or so minutes baby girl and I spent picking up lettuce and cabbage leaves from the buckets outside the enclosures, and feeding them to the goats…

Well they were about the most peaceful I have had in a while.

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It was wonderful. I found their cues fascinating. They bumped their horned heads against the fence when they wanted more; climbed up on the wiring, or tapped their hooves against it as a sign for attention.

They were speaking to us.

They liked when you placed the vegie leaves flat and delicate in between the gaps of the fence… it allowed them to gingerly pick it up with their teeth a bit easier.

I carefully tried to feed them at once. Hands outstretched in two directions, because if you fed one, sometimes a more dominant goat would push the other one out of the way because he was scared he wasn’t going to get any. Feeding them simultaneously seemed to help this problem, and I scanned the fence, offering up leaves to any goats that weren’t crunching.

If it wasn’t for the thought of fairy bread and possible birthday cake lurking in the foreground of our minds, I could have stayed there for so long… hours in fact. But the goats had munched and crunched enough, and now, it was our turn. ♥