#643 Princess acquainting

We finally got a chance tonight to go and get a little more acquainted with the new princess of the family.

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Chubby legs. Little toes. Itsy bitsy fingers. Long and spiky hair…

And so much PINK.

She knew she was in the company of family, for sure. She was content as she was held, fed and ooh’d and ahh’d over, drank milk and did plenty of wees and poos, and then of course there was baby girl, MY baby girl, smiling and looking at this new baby girl, an actual bona fide, legit, almost-6-week-old proper baby girl, and my baby girl said “baby will play with me and chase me.”

Aww sweetheart. Soon darling, really soon.

It was a night of love and family, freaking out over how similar the two baby girl’s were in both their younger days, reminiscing about those precious yet trying early Parenthood days and nights, and then, getting into the car…

Guess what song was on from my ipod? Out of 1000s of songs?

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Like, if all the similarities between the two cousins weren’t already so prevalent, this song that I hold dear to my heart for baby girl, comes ON.

“A little ray of sunshine,

Has come into the world.

A little ray of sunshine,

In the shape of a girl.”

Call it coincidence? Luck? Fortune? Fate?

Something else???

You know what? I have come to realise that these happy coincidences, or signs, whatever you wanna call them, well it’s better to leave them as a mystery than to KNOW TOO MUCH.

Don’t over-analyse. Just accept and smile at the world. 🙂

 

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#614 Mementos from the past

I am in the process of sorting through all the childhood things I left behind at my parents house when I first moved in with Hubbie. So each time I visit, I go through a drawer, a cupboard, a shelf, and I sort into 3 piles:

The throw away pile

The recycle/donate pile

The take home and keep forever and ever pile

I have come across some absolutely amazing things, LET ME TELL YOU. Watch this space carefully. I even came across a note, that nearly made me clap my hands with joy… it’s not with me yet, or else I would have posted about it already.

In due time. 😀 😀 😀

But anyway. Along with getting rid of some items today (if I can’t remember where it is from, or it doesn’t spark any interest in me, I remove it from sight immediately in a rather ruthless and cold manner – I have to because I hoard soooo easily) I took home a fair few more.

All little things. Which makes it ok.

But some of the interesting finds were these:

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Bits I had TOTALLY forgotten about. Bits that told a story, of another time, and another place. And Bits that just made me go “huh?”

Bits I had TOTALLY forgotten about

The pale blue rosary. Who gave it to me? I don’t know. Was it a baby gift? I don’t know. Did someone think I was going to come out a boy?

I DON’T KNOW.

But it has always been there, and therefore has always given me some kind of comfort, since I know it has been around for as long as I have.

The Christmas tree pin. It lights up. I think. My mum gave it to me… I think. But regardless of who gifted it to me, it’s Christmas, and so immediately, KEEP.

Bits that tell a story

The blue and pink zig zag choker. When I was 13 and overseas for the first time, my cousin gave this to me. I think I can even remember, that she had made it.

I am not now, nor have I ever been a choker wearer. But I wore it then, several times, both in front of her and away from her, as a kind of experimentation with self, and you know, teenage years. I had completely forgotten about this one. It takes me to a very memorable and significant trip from my childhood, and so this has to stay.

My incognito watch. I wore this in my teenage years, even possibly leading up to, and during my aforementioned overseas trip. I have to say, I had no idea what incognito meant when I wore it. Oh man.

Bits that make me go “huh?”

Those keys on the bugs bunny key chain. You know how you accumulate a thousand and one keychains in your life? No? Well I somehow received a lot. As a present, attached to some gift set, and hey, key chains are an awesome present to give somebody as a holiday souvenir, because who doesn’t want a picture on their keys of some kind of landmark, that they have NEVER been to???!!!

So, I have no idea who gave me this key chain, or if in fact, I got it when my parents and I went up to Surfers Paradise one time. And those keys… like, what? I told my Mum to throw this one out, and then stopped in my tracks.

What would those keys open up?

???

“Maybe you should keep those,” Mum suggested. “It might be to open those brown boxes that kept all those books you used to write in…”

My old diaries. Hmmm. She knew about that VERY well…

So, what a memory blast. As life goes on, I find it fascinating that we used to live a life so long ago, that we can’t remember a lot about. And we come across things, that used to be so regular in our lives, and now, we draw a blank. It’s incredible, and as a child, I used to always say “I’ll never forget,” baffled with adults who couldn’t remember events of their childhood.

I now forget.

You know what might help me though? A watch. I know what incognito is now, and I certainly go by it online… 😉

 

#608 1 year on the beach

Today marked exactly one year since we moved across town to live a different life.

A more caffeinated life:

A more explorative life:

A more beach-y life:

And definitely, a more sunset-y one:

It has been an amazing year, and here’s hoping it only gets better.

It started out as a dream, progressed into a waking nightmare as we dealt with moving, unpacking, and adjusting to life in a older house, with things going wrong, no time for ourselves, and endless renovations/to-dos/life changes.

Once that spell was over (and boy was it a LONG one) things went on the improve, bit by bit.

A year later, we can never, EVER look back. We knew, even in those most difficult of days, trying of times and curse-filled moments, that we had made the best decision for US.

And aside from all of the above pros of moving, the other major one has been the closer proximity to most of our family.

So today baby girl was that touch closer in distance to her third cousin, to attend her 4th birthday:

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(Yes they are wearing the same skirt, it was totally not intended yet so cool when we realised they were twinsies. I CAN’T EVEN).

And then later we made an impromptu visit to my sister’s place , something we never used to do, but a favourite new past-time that is becoming more and more common, from both sides.

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(Baby girl and her Aunty making coffees 😉 )

And suddenly, there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy today. Happy for our move. Happy for this 1st Anniversary. Happy for Life.

Cheers 🙂

#602 New baby

So, I was sure I was going to be centring today’s gratitude towards further vineyard explorations…

and then even the scary promise of a thunderstorm made me pause momentarily as I viewed outside our window, the strikingly beautiful yet also fear-inducing scene before us as a reason to be appreciative for what nature has to offer…

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But when I heard someone dear to me had just had a baby, suddenly…

GAME OVER.

All of a sudden, the world is injected with much more PINK.

And I love it.

My cousin, the girl I look at as my younger sister. I was so sure she would deliver sometime this week, as she had told me she was due to get induced in a couple of days time.

That makes sense, I had thought. It was past her due date, but these things were normal for first-borns. First-borns had to be prodded, helped along, poked a little before they entered the world with a tremendous “HURRAH!”

Instead, I looked at my phone this afternoon after some absence, to see 20 notifications from messenger, and was immediately on high alert.

I WAS IN SHOCK.

“I hadn’t even wished her well!” I exclaimed to Hubbie. I had left myself internal notes to message her the night before she was due to get induced, and instead this afternoon I was yelling –

“The last conversation we had was about Lego! Freaking Lego! I didn’t even wish her luck!”

My yelling soon stopped, replaced with much awwwwws and ohhhhhhs as photos of this precious baby girl came through.

SO, SO HAPPY FOR HER.

We have another member to add to our clan, and bows, ribbons, fancy things and rainbow colours will be ALL THE RAGE.

And just as a warning…  I think more pink and baby-gooeyness will continue in this thread following a certain meeting tomorrow… you have been warned…

 

#575 Girl Power

Women who support, love, promote and encourage one another, are a beautiful, beautiful breed.

And there is no stopping us and what we can achieve, when we have this such network around us.

It’s a horrible thing then, that many women are taught from when they are as young as little girls, that the female race is the enemy. They are their competition, their opponent. They must be better than them, and fight to the death to

get that job.

get that guy.

get that attention.

get that scholarship.

get that money.

and on and on and on it goes.

It’s a sad thing. Because I’ve realised over the years, that there is more than enough

Love

Happiness

Success

Wealth

Jobs

Men

$$$

FOR EVERYONE. It is called abundance, and there are so many out there, men and women alike, who act like they’re at the fish markets and bargaining with the fish monger over who is going to get the last piece of salmon at the best possible price.

But there are tubs and tubs of fresh salmon rolling in behind them.

I decided a long time ago I was only going to surround myself with these beautiful supportive women as much as I possibly could, but MOST importantly I was going to be one of them too – I was going to be supportive and helpful, loving and nurturing, passionate and inspiring, helping them through good times and bad, and just being there, whether it was to help them be the best person they could be, be that sidekick to dance or laugh with them, or be a shoulder to cry on when things got tough.

I am really lucky, that I have such beautiful women like this in my life. And by having them, baby girl is blessed…

Because she has them too. Not only are they my sidekicks, cheerleaders and personal superheroes, but they are automatically and unequivocally, her IDOLS. Leaders. Role Models.

And they are the cream of the crop.

Today I had some of my cousins over, AKA ‘The Sisters.’ And I realised as we chatted, laughed, had some meaningful convo about life and love and choosing the right colour paint for kitchen cupboards, that not only was I lucky, but baby girl was too. She is growing up in a family of strong, courageous, passionate, confident, funny, sassy and smart women, and it brings me such joy that this positive energy has been around her from day dot.

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You know the icing on the cake? We are expecting another little one to the family soon…

Those hands are hiding a baby. A baby girl.

Go Girl Power 🙂

 

 

#552 The facial

I can easily refer to it as ‘the,’ rather than ‘a’ facial, since the duration between facials has been so long, I almost forgot WHAT IT WAS.

I think I had a series of treatments before I got married, you know, to get my face all ‘getting married ready.’

That was over 8 years ago.

I received a voucher for a beauty salon from my beautiful cousins a year ago for my birthday, and today I was finally able to redeem it, one day before it expired.

Actually, the fact that the salon is not even open tomorrow, means I actually got in at the last day.

There are so many excuses as to why it took me so long to get there, and furthermore, why I don’t do facials anymore: lack of time, attention elsewhere (more ‘important’ things), Motherhood, WIFE-hood, both a.k.a putting myself last, and the worst of it all, the guilt that I should be doing more worthy things, rather than splurging on myself.

All a bunch of bull.

As I lay there in the darkened room, moisturiser getting lathered and massaged into my face and neck and shoulders, I vowed to myself I had to do this more often. I had to put myself first, look after my own body and mind and wellbeing, and then when I did, I would come back to my family all –

Rejuvenated. Fresh. Alive. Ready to take on the world. And with a restored sense of calm.

And isn’t that the best way to be with your family? The best person you can be? I, and YOU, owe it not just to yourself, but to them.

So honestly, I need to get a facial every couple of months, for them. Good point, good point… 😉

#547 The Penguin tradition

I was about 8 or 9 when I went with my parents, sister, her then boyfriend (my soon-to-be brother-in-law) and a whole lot of extended family and cousins, to Phillip Island, where as tradition has it, we saw the Penguins.

Today, for the first time in about 25 years, I went back… with the first-timers, Hubbie and baby girl in tow.

I may as well have been a first-timer, it has been that long. Being a Monday we thought it would be quiet. Like, I actually thought, there may be like, another group of people beside us… something like, 25 or so?

Try 25 HUNDRED. Or so.

There were soooooo many people. So many tourists, and buses, and guides, it was like OMG.

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Despite the crazy, we waited in the stands in the surprisingly calm Wintery air, and saw a few groups of penguins approach from the crashing night-time waves. After seeing half the crowd up and suddenly disappear within 20 minutes, we decided too to investigate and see if we could find any penguins who had made their way back from the sea, heading into their burrows and bushy-homes for the night.

We saw heaps. Baby girl was up close and personal with several of them, pressed against the barbed fence that separated the humans from the penguin track, saying “awww, so cute,” as they waddled past, and even waving goodbye to them as they made their way further and further in-land.

It was very sweet. And then once we had had our fill of penguin cuteness, some more adorable overload.

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I mean, when there is something so exceptionally life-sized, it is a MUST to pose alongside it, yes?

Penguin joy passing from generation to generation. I promise I won’t wait 25 years until next time.