#1435 The self-cleaning function

When I think that it’s been about 2 years since our kitchen renovation, with new gadgets installed, I realise that time really does fly.

And this thought makes me feel a teeny tiny bit better, that in all that time, I haven’t given my brand new oven a clean.

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Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.

Nil.

But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.

It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’

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If anything, when we got the oven I was informed to let it get really filthy so I could use the self-cleaning function.

I know. Best advice EVER.

It wasn’t disgusting, filthy even. But there was a lot of grime and oil build up, and having been out of the house for days on end this week, knowing this was our home catch-up day, I knew what job was waiting for me.

(Only it wasn’t my job, it was the oven’s job 😉).

About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbow  grease, no chemicals…

Just a damp wipe over to remove the residue burnt off in the process, and voila!

My oven looks like this again:

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#1411 Guess… who?

The day after Christmas is usually spent –

nursing a sore head.

nursing a swollen tummy

nursing a tired body –

and as such not much happens. 

Around here anyway.

There are new presents to play with and find homes for, a lot of cleaning, breathing out a sigh of relief that Christmas is over, yet simultaneously feeling sad that Christmas is a whole 364 days away…

It’s a well-intentioned catch-up and family day.

And what better family way to end the day than with an…

Old-fashioned game.

Guess which one?!?!

‘Santa’ got this as one of baby girl’s few presents. I LOVED this growing up and as she’s at an age where she’s getting a lot out of board games like this one.

I sat opposite her while Hubbie helped her work out the best questions to ask to eliminate the most people, and we got to work –

slamming the faces DOWN.

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The best bit? The times I won, she was so rapt, thinking that by me guessing correctly she had won.

LOL LOL LOL.

The end of night scoreboard? 2-2.

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#1386 KK by the river, 2019 edition

When the day started off by walking on a wall, we just knew it was going to be amazing.

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Special. Different even. And it sure was.

ALL of us getting together around a table, girls and partners and kids, and there was not one person missing? Not one that didn’t pull out due to injury/sickness/over-commitment/boredom?

Why I never.

NOT ONE.

These things only happen like once a decade peeps. Hence the special. 😉

It was our annual KK catch-up pre-Christmas festivities, and it came nice and early on the first day of December, and the first day of summer (though summer was nowhere to be seen…)

Did we care? Nooo.

We were nice and snug and sheltered.

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And then there was the item of presents.

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GOODY!

The kids chased ducks outside and threw sticks and leaves into the Yarra outside to ‘help’ them float, and us adults chilled and bonded and watched our guys bond too.

Awww. Don’t you just love it when your guys make friends. They don’t admit it but they enjoy it too 😉

And so, a pretty perfect day was had. I love being with my gals but it’s even more amazing when we come together as couples and family units and spend our Sunday lunch together, our common tie and reason for uniting being the pubescent group who went to high school together and promised that one day our kids would play with each other while our guys would make friends too, all those years ago.  ♥

And now I have new writing implements so there… (make sure you do KK with people that ‘know’ you, then they won’t get your presents wrong EVER).

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The only downfall with doing KK soooo early?

The debate I’ll be having with my 6 year-old until Christmas day… because baby girl got presents too. Times 4 today.

“I wanna open my presents!”

“No, you have to wait until Christmas! It’s called patience.”

“But I can’t wait!”

“You have to wait!”

“How long until Christmas?”

“24 more days…”

Help me, please. 

 

#1348 The ice cream play date

Don’t worry. We knew what the forecast was going to be for today when we planned our after school activity.

I picked up baby girl from school this afternoon, shielding myself from the heavy sun, waved to the Mum of baby girl’s school friend… and then 10 minutes later we were parking alongside each other on the other side of the main street.

Our destination? Ice cream!

The girls took each other’s hand and walked down the lane way together. My heart was going aww aww aww and had ALL the feels.

And in no time: this.

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Everyone had the same idea. People were arriving at the ice cream shop left right and centre, and just as well we came when we did and nabbed a table, because soon the shop was PACKED.

IT WAS HOT.

I had my most finest parenting moment. Ever. IN THE WORLD. Baby girl started licking her ice cream cone after receiving it, and as I stood there placing my order, her ball of ice cream fell… onto the counter.

She had just gotten it. Just 30 seconds earlier. I stared at the ball of rainbow covered in hundreds and thousands… and plopped it back onto her cone.

But that’s not ALL. No. Outside it happened again… her ball of ice cream fell onto the table.

Again I sighed… paused… and then plopped it back on.

I knew the posh granny on the opposite table was looking at me. I could feel her disapproving eyes on the side of my head.

I ignored her. It’ll make baby girl tougher, after all.

I even told the other Mum there, what I had done… I was thinking, sure this is enough to gross her out of any future contact with me or baby girl. Eating ice cream off the table? What do they live in a tent? Eat off the floor? Drink their own shower water too? (Ewwww!)

But we are already talking another play date… so, phew.

Next time though, cup not cone, ALL THE WAY.

 

#1330 I’m okay for the change

What timing, for daylight savings to begin the day before kids go back to school.

I usually LOVE daylight savings time. Increased sunshine means warmer weather, getting out and about and having fun…

But the timing, sucks.

Right when we are wrapping up our end of week holidays. Right when we are having late nights.

THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN.

Who decided this?

Today, we woke late, but yet, it was even later. We had a kids birthday party to attend out of all things, and so ended our holiday tired, weary-eyed and sucked out of sleep as we watched baby girl expend energy we didn’t know she had, going nuts on a jumping castle.

Everything that is great, must come to an end.

And I’m okay with that.

Sure the timing is crap. It never is the right time to lose an hour of your day, is it? But having a week off with both baby girl and Hubbie, means I have had a lot of fun, SURE…

But I am soooo behind in everything else.

Which is why I am so relieved for things to go back to some kind of normal. Tomorrow I am keen to get on board with my writing course. I am terribly behind on that. I am keen to buy groceries and re-stock the fridge. Things that I can stop to grab that is just too hard with baby girl in tow, become terrifically convenient when she is at school and I can dash in and out of places.

I can water plants. I can make phone calls.

I can write in peace! PEACE!

I know that routine is good for me, and it is good for baby girl too. She was only telling me the other day, after days of fun and adventure, that she missed her friends, and staying at home was “boring.”

This from the girl who met Andy Day the dinosaur-in-time explorer during her holidays. But hey, she has high expectations, right? 😉

And then, after some routine, some writing and schooling and working, in no time at all it will be –

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells…’

Christmas folks! And that means MORE holidays.

I am okay with change. I am okay with routine. Because I know, as is life, I will come around to this happy and free holiday place, again… ♥♥♥♥

 

#1292 A catch-up with an old friend

Do you have one of those friends? You meet up with them once a year perhaps, or as was my case today…

CRAP. I can’t remember. The last time I saw my old media work friend was years and years ago.

I have a couple of friends like this. I think the older we get the busier we get. Whether there are kids involved or not, partners involved or not, and careers we are pursuing or just working a simple 9-5… things get more complicated and involved as the years go by.

Before we know it, 3 years have passed and we are scratching our heads going “where did the time pass?”

Sometimes it is timing. Timing to get your shit together and make the effort… and then there is timing.

Like the kind where you catch up quite easily and quickly, and then realise that you are both on the same fork-in-the-road life path and are going through pretty similar things.

Timing. Symmetry. Old friends who you get onto old subjects with quickly. As much as I sometimes think it is us not getting our act together when it comes to seeing these people around us, after the signs and symmetry of the day, I can’t help but wonder whether this is all orchestrated by life, and we are merely puppets in its Universal play…

And that is how timing comes in. “That’s happening to me too!”

Coin-chi-denche?

Whatever the reason, I think we need to see all of our friends MORE.

 

#1287 Saturday night passionate convos

Tonight was a great catch up with Best man and fam. Overdue, because they missed baby girl’s birthday last week.

Late, but in some ways maybe better, because we got to catch up with them and them only, and get really intimate on stuff.

In amongst the kids playing some pin the horn on the unicorn (because I still had the poster up on the door) and the egg and cup game around the house, us parents were, you know, chilling on the couch, having turns picking different songs on YouTube to watch.

And it was all good, all cruisy. Dinner was followed with my home-made brownies, some coffee…

And then suddenly, the conversation turned.

Because we started talking about something Hubbie gets really passionate about – MUSIC.

Singers and songwriters, to be specific, and who gets (more) credit.

Oh my. Soon we were shouting out artist names, getting noisy, pointing fingers and yelling “you’re wrong!”

And then we roared with laughter.

Although we seriously, very seriously got onto the topic of ideas and credit and performers, we all gave each other the space to speak, no one got cranky with the other for their ideas, and after some very passionate speeches, all went back to a balanced equilibrium.

And, it was soooo refreshing. Being in company where we could be as honest as we liked, even shout at the other person… then go back to hugging them a moment later.

If only we could all give each other the space to be as honest as we wanted, without finding offence or reason to tear each other down.

It’s hard to find people like that.

I guess that’s why they are, Best man and fam 😉