#1453 Balcony reading no. 2

I’ve worked out the best time of day to sit on the balcony in Summer.

Before midday.

The sun has not yet passed the roofline, meaning I’m not getting fried like an egg on the timber planks below.

I made a cappuccino, took some home-made biscuits, along with my book, my notes, and my phone, and basked in the morning summertime bliss.

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And got myself inspired. ♥

#1410 Different tree, same love

The tree we used to put presents underneath when I was growing up was much bigger.

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It was a lot bigger than this tree. After I got married and moved out my parents downgraded to a smaller one, what with having no more kids in the house.

Despite the size, the love is still the same.

If anything, it has grown. Love has grown. Family has grown. Memories have grown. I am so grateful to have spent the day with loved ones, doing the best thing possible I can think of…

Which is sitting around a table in my parents backyard, with those that I love, relaxing in the shade and sun, music coming out of the garage stereo as we add to our memory bank and just chill and talk and eat and chill and drink and chill.

And talk.

And love.

Merry Christmas. ❤🎄

#1392 Front row at The Wiggles

You know the other day when I said “I’m done,” because I was so happy and grateful to be part of a writing group?

“I made it.”

Well today I made it in another way.

We did.

It’s only taken us 9 shows. But today we were front row at The Wiggles concert.

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It was the best. It was an incredible experience all on its own, without the Wiggly high-fives, smiles, and don’t forget that repeated eye contact.

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Baby girl had Emma, the yellow, and also ballet and Scottish dancing, bow-wearing, goat-loving wiggle, high five her and point that she saw her flashing bow from up on the stage.

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OMG. Talk about a total childhood high.

How the hell am I meant to top this experience?

Just as well. Sis and I never know which show will be the last with our kids, and so every moment shared together is so precious and such a beautufil blessing.

And so if it is, it was the biggest highlight EVER.

(Just between you and me though, I think today raised the bar and made them even bigger fans than before…) 😉

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#1353 Sunny front

How often do you get things done earlier in the evening…

Dinner earlier?

Clean up earlier?

Get ready for the next day earlier?

… so you can just sit, and do nothing?

Or maybe, sit and relax. 🌅

I didn’t even do everything earlier. The cleaning up and getting ready for the next day was postponed. After our early dinner, we went outside immediately to revel in the sunshine bathing our front porch.

When you sit outside your house, there isn’t much you can do… but sit. Maybe watch your cat rolling in the grass. Your hubbie and child running after each other, flip flopping in their thongs.

And then upstairs, we watched the sun disappear beyond the horizon.

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We took in the moment of being, and just breathing, something we don’t stop to do often… but we should.

And with a sky like that, well…

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#1264 High five, scuba dive!

It is all the rage in baby girl’s prep class.

“High five… SCUBA DIVE!”

Away the hand disappears, making a diving motion.

Baby girl does a variation of this with us… because it’s all about the anticipation (even if it doesn’t rhyme at the end).

She and I were on the couch tonight, and she was running the high five show.

“High five!”

Slap.

“To the side!”

Slap.

“On the other side!”

Slap.

“Down low…”

I miss as she quickly removes her hand.

“SCUBA DIVE!”

I grin. We go again.

As we get to the ‘down low’ part once more, I slam my hand down and grab the tip of her fingers in a slap. Just.

She is primed and ready to say scuba dive, but I’ve got her. We double over in laughter and she does her adorable cackle.

We do it again and again, laughing ourselves silly every time she tries to pull away quicker, but I manage to get the tip of her fingers. And I sit there and think how beautiful it is to enjoy these simple things, these little moments, that make my heart genuinely smile with happiness. ♥

#1256 Asleep in my arms

I sat on the couch after work, as Hubbie and I aired some grievances.

Not at each other… but at LIFE.

Baby girl was next to me. She wanted to sit as close to me as possible… then she wanted me to cover her with the throw that was draped around me. Soon we were sharing.

It seemed the more heated the conversation between Hubbie and I got, and the more frustrated we became with our topics, the closer she got to me. Soon she was asking to sit on my lap, and I pulled her on top of my crossed legs, covering us with the throw, as my blood continued to boil.

My anxiety rose. I felt I had to practice some deep breathing. All of my insides felt like they had been twisted up and left to untangle, and yet they weren’t… with every word and utterance I only grew more upset and frazzled, as baby girl hugged me and nuzzled her head into my chest.

I took a deep breath.

“She’s gonna fall asleep,” said Hubbie glancing at her.

“No she’s not,” I said dismissively. We kept talking… and as I held her in my arms, I suddenly realised.

She WAS asleep.

Her breathing was deep and ragged. She was totally stuffed. Two nights of school productions had taken it out of her. Here I was, all tense and crazy and mad, heaving up and down and getting shitty with everything… and meanwhile baby girl had not minded.

Had not minded one bit.

She had come up close, for love, for comfort, for my heartbeat… and had fallen asleep in seconds.

I was forced to think. Be present. Breathe more calmly. Hubbie left the room, and I hugged her back. Breathed her in. Remembered when she was a baby, and used to fall asleep on me sometimes, when we were on the couch… oh that’s right, that very couch.

I started to relax. I realised I had never thought she would fall asleep on me again. She was bigger after all. 5 going on 16 as I sometimes say. And yet here she was, loving me, and giving me exactly what I needed, even though I didn’t realise it at the time.

Time out. A chance to step back. Reassess. Most importantly, appreciate the beautiful moment.

I rested my head on hers for a bit and almost fell asleep myself. My hands lay on her school uniform. Her pony tail coming loose and stretched out in front of me.

And I was happy to just BE, with her. ♥

#1244 10am slow start

The grass is always greener.

We are always looking for that which we don’t have, looking behind us to what has happened, or looking too far in front of us to even appreciaite what is happening… TO US.

I was waking up in bed post 9:40am this morning. Unlike other mornings, there was no peep from baby girl in her room. She has been sick, and having been so tired from it all, has not been coming up to my bed in the mornings.

I tossed. I turned. I tried to wake up.

Come on wake up!

It was hard. I had grown accustomed to 1am bedtimes. The house goes to sleep, and I stay awake, doing stuff, writing, catching up on things that fill me with purpose and enrich my soul.

And then I wake late the next day.

Wake up! You need to get used to term 3 starting next week.

Ahh, the dreaded back-to-school start. I pondered. I thought. I wondered if the cat was meowing in the laundry yet. And then I moved my mind back to my place in bed.

It occurred to me… isn’t this what I dream of when baby girl IS at school? These sleep-ins, from late nights, leading to slow mornings and cruisy days? Wasn’t this what I longed for for weeks on end, and now I was feeling guilty, almost rushed because of it?

So what if the kids went back to school next week! This was my last Friday, alone in bed,, with the winds raging outside and the temps at an all-time low…

If there was any day I was allowed to stay in bed, it was then. NOW.

On a cold and wintery July’s day on the school holidays.

5-10 minutes passed, and I still got up. I made the bed and wandered on down to put on the heater.

But my perspective had changed. I wasn’t worried anymore. I wasn’t getting guilt what I should be doing.

Because I was just doing ME, and making myself happy.

Take it in.

Enjoy.

Things change.

 

 

 

#1167 Running in the Rain with baby girl

It is a completely different experience to run in the rain by yourself, as opposed to running in the rain with your child.

Firstly, when you are on your own, you are running FROM the rain. It is all about the end destination, being shelter, and getting away from your current predicament as fast as possible. Typical emotions include anxiety, frustration, and regret at not having taken your umbrella along for the trip.

But when you are with your child… it is all about running IN the rain. Suddenly, the perspective changes from that of getting away from the present moment, to revelling in it. Typical emotions include amusement, joy, and a natural relief in just letting go.

Today, the latter happened for me. As I’ve explored in another post, the rain came exactly as the bell rang. Kids started to go crazy as the rain increased intensity, and parents held their littlies hands tight as they started to run for it.

A girl up ahead giggled as she ran with her Mother… it was infectious, and soon baby girl was laughing out loud.

In amongst the frenzy of kids running in all directions, parents trying to desperately herd their brood as quick as possible to the closest transport, and the rain continuing to come down relentlessly, I glimpsed it. A few moments of slow mo, of pause, as I watched baby girl squint in the rain and laugh at the earthly sensation, and excitedly run beside me like we were going on a journey.

Don’t get me wrong, I did want to get out of the rain, pronto. Mostly because I didn’t know if it would increase to an onslaught as previously experienced.

But, I enjoyed the moment. The journey. Baby girl was not fazed at all. We rushed on to the car, and once the doors were slammed shut behind us in a hurry, I took a big sigh of relief.

Baby girl was grinning wildly behind me. “We’re soaked!” She patted my damp hair, and I had to laugh.

What an adventure ♥

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Photo by Gabriele Diwald on Unsplash

 

#1064 Lovely things to look at

I am just a little bit excited.

Today while out exploring the Mornington Racecourse Market (a place I would highly recommend anyone visit, and one I’ll be most likely reviewing in future) we came across a photo stall.

There were frames upon frames, both big and small, of the beach. Photographs with white backgrounds and caramel coloured wooden frames, and what excited me more than just the fact of it being ‘photos of beaches,’ was that it was ‘photos of OUR beaches.’

There were scenes taken alongside our stunning Peninsula, and to add to my happiness quota…

They were taken by a local himself.

I have said to Hubbie on many occasions, that when I put stuff up on our walls, I want them to mean something. Likewise if I am going to put up beachy shots within the house, I want it to be of our beach, and taken by someone from the area.

The Angels presented me with a brilliant opportunity today, because I went home with this:

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Every time I look at it, I am happy. I just have happy thoughts. Is it the striking orange and yellow hues across the sky, or the brilliant blue of the ocean mirroring the sky above… The fact that it was taken just down the road? Or a bit of ALL of the above.

As my eyes now run past that previously bare wall, they now jolt back to that vision of beauty, and I am all happy.

All grateful.

But that is not the only view I was enjoying today. We were able to pick up our balcony table and chairs set, and so we wandered up in the evening to sit, and bask in the summertime feels…

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Ahhh. Now that is gold. Beaches on the inside… and beaches on the outside. 🙂

#1042 Christmas feels

It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

It has looked like it for a while now. In our house, just before the onset of December. In some shops, it was as early as September.

But for me? A combination of wondrous things had me with all the Christmas-time feels this evening.

Firstly, finishing work. I am on no looonnnggg stretch of holidays, but being away from it for a week, and my last day being today, puts me in a right ‘ol festive mood.

Next, the lights. I had put off hanging them outside of the house with our impending balcony project slotted in for sometime this month, and with all of that tended to at last, once I was home from work this afternoon, baby girl, Hubbie and I set about making the front of house as pretty as possible with Christmas cheer.

Inside we sat on the couch, had some dinner… and what do you know, Christmas carols were on TV!

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And it was The Wiggles!

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Seeing baby girl dance along so happily to them, and then sing along to other classics like “Jingle Bells,” just made my heart all merry.

And then lastly… we headed out in the fading aftermath of the sunset, wondering whether the last hours of the day had been enough to power up all of our outdoor solar lights (from Kmart, so cheap and awesome).

I was sure they needed more hours and we would only catch our first glimpse of Christmas lighting tomorrow night, but then… there was flashing!

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Most of our lights were working and lighting up the yard. We ran around, and played hide and seek amongst the lights, and I had a real sense of –

Ahhh.

Holiday time.

Christmas time.

Family time.

Joyful time.

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Hope your Saturday night was also happy and bright 🙂