#1434 The Mermaid

Today I’m grateful for… the mermaid.

What? I hear you ask. “You mean Ariel, the animated character, surely.”

Nope.

A real-life mermaid.

Well, as real as anyone is gonna get to, according to those who were at Seaford beach today.

Baby girl and I met up with some family friends there, to see the event that was Tarielle, the mermaid, swim to shore and talk about mermaid life.

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And pose for pictures, of course!

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It was quite the spectacle. About a hundred parents and children gathered after 1pm to watch the shimmery figure of Tarielle, swim up to the sand, with delighted and captivated kids barely able to contain themselves.

This girl mermaid was amazing. I can’t imagine the body strength required to swim in that… ‘fishtail,’ and sit at odd angles for 3 hours talking and posing, while making her tail splash intermittently.

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What an effort. For a mermaid that is. πŸ˜‰

But it wasn’t all entertainment. This mermaid came with a message. Amidst the sweet smiles and jokingly telling us she was grumpy when they made a movie about her sister and not her, she was there to talk about the environment, keeping the oceans free from litter, and asking the kids to pick up rubbish whenever they saw it out and about.

Such a great message for impressionable minds.

Do you know what baby girl and her friend did then?

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They went searching for litter. Fortunately they didn’t find any. β€πŸ§œβ€β™€οΈ

 

 

#1433 Home-grown cherry tomatoes

As if I couldn’t find yet another reason why I love going to my parents’ house time and time again.

Their backyard is the place to be. No matter what the season, it is a beautiful green abode of relaxation, escape, shade, dreaming, and also…

Food source.

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They have this vine of cherry tomatoes just casually scaling up one side of the fence. Before I knew what was happening my Mum was gathering bunch after bunch for me, and I was like “WOAH!”

They look delish!

Can’t wait to pop them onto one of my home-made pizzas with some super fresh mozzarella… DROOL.

#1428 Reading together

It was bedtime reading time. But it wasn’t just bedtime reading.

It was bedtime reading the night Hubbie went back to work.

Ohhh. The horror. The agony!Β The sadness.

The day before you go back to work is actually worse than the day you are back at work. Thinking of the routine, the inescapable work days ahead, the hours, the holidays you could be on…

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.

Which is why tonight, Hubbie wasn’t even in baby girl’s bed with me as we started to read Room on the Broom. He was up in our room getting ready to go to sleep, while baby girl was eager to read the book that we had only seen the on-stage production of, days earlier…

while Hubbie was STILL on holiday.

Sigh.

I started to read. Then baby girl started to read. We were taking turns. I had told her I would read most of it (wanting to get her to bed earlier) but of course somewhere along the way, she changed her mind. As usual.

She started to read more.

And, Hubbie heard it.

I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. He couldn’t help himself. πŸ˜‰

Before long he was on the other side of baby girl, the three of us squished into her king single bed taking turns reading Room on the Broom. πŸ™‚

And I realised, sure, sleeping in every day as a family IS great… but you don’t need to take time off work to enjoy life. You don’t need to be on holiday to make memories with your loved ones, and set up traditions so that there are reasons to smile every day with them, rather than just a few weeks a year, when you are not working.

Like reading a book together, in bed. πŸ™‚

#1427 Saturday Night In no. 8

A Saturday night in, but a loud, passionate and fun one with the best company.

It can get a little crazy.

It can get a little noisy.

And it can get a little rowdy, but that’s how things are when we combine, us with sis and bro-in-law, and best man and fam.

The kids will be running around the house at full speed, (and I don’t know how they don’t collect themselves on corners more often) flying past us adults gathered around the kitchen island, clicking glasses and listening to the latest tune selected that is blasting out of the portable speaker.

It’s love.

No really, it is. We were singing “That’s Amore” with booming voices, swaying to and fro and laughing at ourselves.

“When the world seems to shine

Like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore.”

It sure is. ❀🍷πŸ₯‚πŸ»πŸŽΆ

#1422 ‘Twas the ‘second’ night before Christmas…

What? She must have her dates wrong you say.

No siree.

It really is the night before Christmas… for those of Orthodox faith.

It’s an interesting thing to celebrate two Christmases throughout your life. It’s a privilege now awarded to baby girl as she joins in the doubled up of festivities.

Growing up, although the primary Christmas we celebrated was on the traditional Westernised date of December 25th, due to my Mum’s background and heritage we were always aware of at the very least, if we weren’t helping our relatives celebrate the Orthodox Christmas day of January 7th.

Seeing as Hubbie’s family is also of Orthodox faith, this acknowledgement and acceptance has grown and continued. All of my life, family and friends around me have celebrated this day… I have been to countless Christmas parties and participated in token Orthodox traditions, drank and ate and been merry on this holiest of days.

Which nationalities celebrate this day you might ask? Well there are Macedonians, Serbians, Polish, Russian, and Greek, to name a few…

I think it’s important to respect and value other traditions, even those that we may not be privy to or understand in the fullest.

Just as living in Australia, I believe that Australian customs should be respected and appreciated by all those who choose to call this country their home, so too do I believe the reverse should be norm: Aussies should respect the traditions and heritage of those with customs and holidays from far off our shores.

Including a different Christmas.

Sometimes I hear a bit of ignorance. One side might discount the other, calling theirs the ‘real Christmas.’

I think this is a bit sad. I don’t think we should be arguing over religion and politics and trying to up our own stance by discounting the other.

Why can’t we all respect each other’s traditions while still enjoying our own?

THIS GOES BOTH WAYS.

Baby girl went to bed tonight excited. She was asking if Santa would come again… I told her he only makes one stop a year, but that there would still be PRESENTS.

We did the majority of presents on the Westernised Christmas day, but I have an inkling she will get something. πŸ˜‰

A second Christmas for a kid? That’s like a second birthday!

She, and we, are fortunate to have double the Christmases, every year. β™₯

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Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

 

#1420 Real pasta sauce

Saturday night during our holidays together? For sure we’d be killing it. Painting the town red and exploring all over the place.

Nope.

The complete opposite in fact.

We made a proper Italian pasta sauce that simmered for ages, and it was so delicious we slurped it up… even our pasta-loving yet sauce-hesitant baby girl indulged in some decent splashes of the red within her fettuccine.

So good was it, I forgot to take photos… all evidence was left on our sauce-stained lips.

And that there is our raging Saturday night.

Over and out.

 

#1419 The Pool

Gratitude of the day?

THIS.

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Sis and bro-in-law have a pool.

Oh, it’s not just the splashing and jumping and swimming with loved ones that is AWESOME.

(True, that is awesome enough all on its own).

But tonight most of us got over-excited and made paper planes to sail over the length of the pool against the night sky, to see whose would travel furthest.

I love our random nights together. In a year it won’t matter if we dont remember whose plane made it furthest.*

All that will matter is the memories. ❀

*Baby girl, care of Hubbie πŸ˜‰