#814 Park Days no. 4

Two reasons made me grateful to have made a park visit this afternoon.

1. We had originally headed for a gated playground alongside a café in a home centre, but then when we turned up the café was closed. Our coffee/babycino need wasn’t, so we went elsewhere… and after our satiated coffee break, we went down the road to fulfil baby girl’s desire, and well…

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… When this is your view, I kind of go ‘stuff you gated playground and your early closure.’ Harumph.

2. An Antarctic blast is expected to arrive in a couple of days now, and therefore send us into a Wintery land of no return. So you know, let’s do ALL the park visits, while we can.

#798 Coffee breaks heal ALL

A new one in this series, only because there are so many time that a coffee visit can help:

Fatigue

Sadness

Hangover

Soreness

Inactivity

Crankiness

Boredom

A big weekend, EVEN

All of the above!

Today the instigating feelings were fatigue, soreness and crankiness

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Who was with me on said coffee break? Why none other than my Hubbie and baby girl.

And the site of said coffee break? Via Boffe, with my initial review of the place done here. They have moved up considerably in my eyes since, with consistently good coffee, and sweet and petite desserts that are just enough, and yet somehow have you craving for another visit.

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#794 Family Reading

When baby girl first brought me the book while we were out at the library, and we were waiting for our regular cappuccino and babycino order (with smiley face bikkie) I didn’t think much. She would often browse the shelves and grab any book, judging it PURELY by its cover.

She brought the large hardcover and placed it on the table, smiling. The book was facing her, therefore upside down to me. It wasn’t a book I recognised at all, and I thought to myself, just another to add to the ‘borrowing’ collection. As she opened the first page casually, she said slowly

“That’s Not Mine.”

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I balked. Even from my upside down position of the book, I could see that the title indeed, was that: That’s (Not) Mine. I paused, thoughts flying through my head as I tried to process it all.

Baby girl was 4.

Did she know how to read?

Had she somehow taught herself?

Was she a genius with an extraordinary IQ?

Did I have to start looking up specialist schools from now?

And then, just as quickly, a reasonable thought crossed my mind.

“Honey, do you have this book at kinder?”

“Yes,” she replied still smiling, turning another page.

She then proceeded to read the book to me. Page by page. Sure not every word was exact, and she was going off memory. But I could see she was roughly repeating the story as it was told, and was so happy to share this story, this very simple and funny story about sharing, with me.

It was a joy to watch. Needless to say, we took the book home that day.

We have had it at her bedside ever since. Every night we read it. When the return date was up, she refused to let me take it back, so I had to renew it: I fear I need to find a copy of the book and purchase it before my repeated renewals expire, or else she will go into a frenzy.

It is the simplest premise, and yet so fun and silly for a child to read, hell even parents to read. And she has wanted it read to her, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

Or should I say, she wants US to read it with her. What started out as the both of us sharing the two main roles of the book and acting them out, has since progressed to Hubbie listening in, and offering the last and third viewpoint of the book that comes in right at the end.

Without even meaning to, without even planning, or realising what was happening, we have created our own little family tradition.

I realised it tonight as baby girl and I headed into her room. I got into bed with her, and she picked two books, the same two-book combo she has been picking for over a week now: That’s (Not) Mine, and The Very Sleepy Bear. Tonight, knowing that Hubbie wouldn’t be able to join us immediately, I told her we would read the latter first, before moving onto her pride and joy book last.

And so it was…

Baby girl: “Mine!”

Me: “Mine!”

Baby girl: “Mine!”

Me: “Mine!”

Baby girl: “Mine!”

Me: “Mine!”

Baby girl: “Get off, it’s mine!”

Me: “Go away, it’s mine!”

BOTH: “IT’S MINE!”

Baby girl: (“Crash!”)

“I’m sorry.”

Me: “I’m sorry too.”

Baby girl: “Wanna go play?”

Me: “Yeah!”

Hubbie: “… mine!”

♥♥♥

#789 Shopping with my girl no.7

There were some pearlers said today by baby girl. Absolute GOLD. You will have to go over to my SmikG page for the one that made me burst out into laughter though…

But this post, which reads like a cross between ‘shopping with my girl’ posts and ‘what she said’ ones, will have the above title instead, only because, well…

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Where there is a coffee and cake setting like this, you know we are out and about, and there are shopping bags in hand 😉

“Mama, you have nice cappuccino?”

I smiled. Sure we weren’t talking philosophy, the meaning of life, and the things that have changed us just yet, but this was a beautiful start.

“Yes honey it’s good.”

“Mama,” she whispered. “You ask me how my babycino is.”

LOL on the inside.

“Baby girl,” I started. “How is your babycino?”

“Yes, good.” Big beaming smile.

Ahh. It’s the little things… always.

#773 Lunchtime joy back in the ‘hood

We had a few jobs to tick off on our to-do list on the other side of town, which had us running around a bit today.

‘The other side of town’ being, our old ‘hood.

We were all feeling a bit worse for wear, and so as usual food and coffee and dessert would give us that much needed energy boost to keep us going. We decided to take a break after 1 out of 4 jobs were finished (not ones to delay gratification…)

We are a just a little bit obsessed with TGIs. Even baby girl spontaneously calls out from time to time “TGIs!” in letting us know where she wants to have dinner at that night. In thinking of a place to eat today, we realised there was no better place than there… we could chill in one of their booths, we knew it would be quiet at lunchtime, therefore we would get our meals quicker… and then there were the lunchtime ‘specials.’

Our regular meals ended up at almost half price, (!) and then we didn’t even pay for baby girl’s meal… because kids eat free Monday-Wednesday when with an adult meal.

SCORE.

Seriously I should just be a sponsor for the restaurant chain. Any TGIs reps wanna come find me… I’m here. Really.

But that wasn’t quite the pinnacle of my lunchtime-fest: no. I had deliberately had a chicken salad because of what I knew was coming around the corner…

San Churro.

Oh oh oh oh yes.

We very excitedly ordered our sweet treats. I realised how good it must be to work there, when people are deciding on filled churros, or plain churros with melted chocolate, and whether they want sugar or cinnamon dusting, and just anything and everything having to do with churros and melted chocolate… rubbing their hands together in delicious glee.

MWA HA HA.

I totally indulged today. The churros were as delicious as I expected them to be, and I was well and truly content, as well as bursting with sugary energy (and food) once I was done.

It was a nice little break that kept us going on a very busy day.

 

 

#772 Coffee time with my girl no. 2

I never tire of these moments.

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They never grow old. They will never be mediocre, or same same, or even routine.

They are always special.

Even though before this coffee break of ours down at the local shops, she was tired and cranky.

Even though AFTER this coffee break, she ended up having a nap at home (totally out of the ordinary for her) which preceded her dragging herself around the house and telling me “I don’t feel well Mama.”

My girl was sick.

But I was feeling it too. We all were.

Which made our little coffee break earlier, all the more important, and all the more worthy. But then again, even without the before and after, they still, are. 🙂

#761 The nectarine crumble

I’ve found myself doing a bit of baking lately. Maybe it’s the slightly cooler weather, maybe I’ve found some more down time, or maybe I just found myself with a lot of nectarines these past few days.

Maybe I ‘accidentally on purpose’ found myself with a lot of nectarines. Anything to make…

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This nectarine crumble. The recipe is originally a peach one, but really, anything goes. And when you eat it, the sugary sweetness of the nectarines complimenting so well against the soft baked pastry crumble, oh. Oh man…

Nom nom nom. Better than any bought sugary treat, because let’s face it, I know what went in there, as opposed to all those other things on the shelves.

Winning 🙂