#1085 Dancing bikkies

Take one long car drive.

Take one peckish baby girl.

Take a couple of teddy bear biscuits…

And when that collides with one of the boppiest songs at the moment (which is a massive fave in our household)…

You get the dancing teddy bears!

What the hell am I going on about? What am I on? Oh, it was just the smallest thing today. As I went to hand the biscuit over to baby girl behind me in the car, as we were on the freeway travelling to the other side of town where Hubbie already was, I decided not to just HAND it to her…

The bear would BOP ON OVER to her.

This song was on:

And so the bear started dancing, randomly. He bopped, shuffled, all of this with one hand while my other held the cruise control wheel.

Baby girl LAUGHED. She did that adorable cackle where she is about to erupt into hiccups…

And then she erupted into hiccups. πŸ™‚

I don’t know. It might not seem like much to you. But when I think of her smile and her laughter, and how much I then cracked up over it… it kind of feels like everything. It kind of feels, BIG. β™₯β™₯β™₯

#1051 A grateful start to 2019

What more can I ask for?

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Photo by Oskars Sylwan on Unsplash

Seeing in the New Year with family, friends.

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Love, happiness, fun, laughter.

Dancing and d&m’s.

Roasted marshmallows.

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Splashing by the pool.

Selfies by the tree.

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All the good things, are all the simple things.

Happy New Year to all. May 2019 bring you all your greatest desires.

Every year with my loved ones, I am supremely grateful.

Here’s looking to a 2019 filled with more gratitude, or ways to find it, than the last.

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Photo by NordWood Themes on Unsplash

#1045 Christmas at a different place

As far as I can remember, I’ve celebrated every single Christmas in the same place.

My parents’ house.

There was that Christmas my Dad caught a stray canary, which ended up being Hubbie, then ‘boyfriend’s pet bird aptly named β€˜Chrissy.’

The Christmas it hailed golf balls and our cars and the backyard pergola got a beating.

Or the Christmas we went mad throwing water balloons at each other all over the yard, and got told off by my Dad… (oh that was in recent years 😬 )

All those warm Christmases, dancing in the garage, walking to the park, eating, drinking, memory making…

The Christmas I snuck off to see Hubbie-then-boyfriend for a bit. 🀫

The Christmas we drank too much vodka in the first hour. πŸ₯ƒ

The Christmas I drank nothing – with a precious new 4 month old. 😍🀱

The Christmas some of my friends came, and some of my family could not handle the extra crazy. 😜πŸ€ͺ🀩

34 Christmases.

Today was Christmas number 35.

But… it was spent at my sister’s house.

I thought I would feel more nostalgia going into the day. All of these years of tradition, of memories, retreating to the same backyard post-lunch… and it was all changing.

But very quickly, something became apparent to me.

It wasn’t the location. It was all about the people.

Sure the house was different. The decorations would be different. The food and drink would be a bit different, and sure, the location was completely different.

But different didn’t mean bad. It was different, but it was still beautiful. And of course, there was a lot of love.

All of this was present, the beauty, the love… because the people were the same.

As long as I am with my loved ones, I am happy.

Merry Christmas to all. I hope yours was spent with loved ones, no matter where you were. β€οΈπŸŽ„πŸ™πŸŽ…

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#930 Father’s Day Eve partying

Tonight was double the fun, double the love, double the happiness.

We were celebrating not only my bro-in-law’s birthday, but an early Father’s day with the fam.

Any excuse to get together, right? My current one involves a plan to have family over to christen our new flooring… I call it the ‘floor party.’ LOL.

But the night was made especially sweet by watching baby girl do some very lovely things. When my sister wished all the Dad’s a Happy Father’s Day for tomorrow following the singing and cake bit, baby girl turned to her Dad and said (again) sweetly

“Happy Father’s Day Tato.”

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I love how she says these things when no one has told her to – it is of her own accord. I mean, there are still PLENTY times I tell her to do and say things, sure… I mean, she IS 5. But when she comes out with lines that I haven’t whispered into her ear, I feel super proud, and I know her Dad feels especially touched.

And then later on, she had a little dance with her Dad…

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-(I don’t know where Hubbie’s leg has gone either)-

… And the moment was timely, given the soon-to-be Father’s Day, of this special Daddy-Daughter bonding, where a girl was shown how to have fun and laugh and be respected, by her first Prince Charming.

Just simply,Β β™₯β™₯β™₯

 

#912 Kinder play

I love stumbling upon baby girl playing at kinder when she doesn’t know I am watching. And so it was today, as I walked up the long path surrounded by those huge over-arching and expansive trees, that I spied her from the side gate.

She was in a circle of kids of about 10, and they were with one of the teacher helpers in the yard. As soon as I saw some of the actions they performed in unison, I knew what song it had to be… THE HOKEY POKEY.

I watched, delighted, observing baby girl. I stood there mid-stride, craning my head slightly but trying to stay hidden so that my spying wouldn’t be uncovered by baby girl. She participated happily, and my smile was so wide I swear I would have rivalled a Cheshire cat’s.

They then went on to putting their bottom’s in the circle, and as they all jumped around to stick their bums out, I watched as baby girl did just that, and gave it a good wiggle in response to the song!

I nearly yelled out “that’s right, dance it with gusto!”

I was so rapt.

There is so much to be learnt from our kids when they don’t know we are watching.

And from today’s viewing, I am happy with what I saw πŸ™‚

#866 Dancing in another place, with my loves

It’s not a good thing when you stave off dancing for a considerable length of time.

And I don’t mean the boppy, jump up and down kind of baby girl’s fave dance group Pnau. Nor am I talking of the swaying sensations of Hubbie’s preference Sia, or the hip-shaking rhythms of my, Ricky Martin.

No. What I’m referring to here is the funky feet of folk.

Folk dancing. It is a whole other dance, rhythm and culture all of itself. When you grow up listening to it, it surrounds your family parties, and you partake by dancing along to it whole-heartedly at these festive get-togethers, it creates the very important foundation of shared family love, memories and ALL the happy times.

This time however, it wasn’t in our kitchen. Sure, baby girl and I were present, but Hubbie was at work.

We were in a lounge room. Not our lounge room. My OLD lounge room. And the third person present was my Dad.

We were at my parents place.

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Baby girl loves to put it on. There is a small stereo in the lounge room, with a permanently placed folk cd inside. She turns it on, winds up the volume, and happily starts jumping along.

How happy that makes me, that at only 4, that type of music is already engrained into her.

“Come on Mama, dance!”

I tagged along.

I should warm up, right? When ever there we do any kind of ‘warming up’ as we call it, it’s usually because some big family event is coming up, and we need to get our cold dancing feet fired up and ready.

But today the only warming up was done for just thatwarming up.Β It was cold, there hadn’t been a get-together to get us jumping in ages, and yet I still felt the urge to get the blood pumping, knowing it would help the chills of this, our June day.

I started jumping beside baby girl, with no real rhythm, just to make her happy.

“Come on Deda!”

I looked at my Dad, all comfortable and cosy on the couch. There was as much chance of him getting up to join us as there was in the day moving above 20 degrees.

“Baby girl, leave Deda, he is resting.”

He looked to agree with that statement as I said it, but then as I kept on leaping in the air with baby girl, I saw him get up, and start to –

one two, one two three, one two three, one two three

He was dancing!

“Good job Deda!” I yelled to him.

Baby girl smiled in happiness, and on he, and now I, inspired by his professionalism in the act, kept on going, doing it the right way

one two, one two three, one two three, one two three

Our feet kicking the in air, moving from left to right and left again, and baby girl telling me all the while –

THAT I WAS DOING IT ALL WRONG.

Sure honey. Because she’s the folk-dancing boss.

So I copied her kicks in the air from side to side and left to right, and suddenly she was much more impressed.

(Face palm).

But for those few moments, the three of us mucking about, folk music in the air, legs kicking around wildly…

I reckon the room temperature DID reached 20. πŸ˜‰

 

#856 Lotsa everything day

Today I was fortunate to have many things to be grateful for.

I was grateful for… lotsa.

I was grateful that we visited one of the last schools on our primary tour for baby girl… and we think it is the one. Sure, the school we last visited we also felt ‘good’ about. But this one gave me a certain vibe on the info night I attended weeks ago. And Hubbie and I agreed today, that it felt like our own primary schools that we attended, growing up.

It had a real community vibe, and that’s what appealed to us. The clincher was the realisation that the trees out the front of the school are my trees, and if you don’t know what they are, go and look at the background pic on my smikg.com page…

It was a gorgeous sunny day. Absolutely sublime.

I happily took baby girl to kinder late because of this tour, and discovered a coffee truck in the outside car park.

I wasn’t planning on having coffee… but when one is presented with such, one MUST HAVE.

I’ve never seen it there before, because I’ve never been 1 hour late to kinder. I must hang around and ‘help’ them on some other occasions me thinks…

I headed off to do some furniture and flooring window shopping/research on my own, and we all know as a parent, anything you do ‘on your own’ is gratitude enough, especially since such simple tasks such as wiping your butt and having a shower are often accompanied by a little person.

Our kitchen progressed that little bit more today… we have an extra cupboard for storage, hooray!

And speaking of the kitchen… perhaps the best part of the day was dancing around it in the evening before dinner, with Hubbie and baby girl, to her favourite song Go Bang by Pnau.

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Our socks may be mismatched, but let me assure you, we are family folks.

It’s a happy day when you don’t quite know what you are most grateful for…

So let’s just be grateful for it ALL πŸ™‚