#1445 The ‘1’ first day

I’m grateful we are here.

I’m grateful she was happy.

And I’m forever hopeful.

Here’s hoping baby girl’s school year is as rich in hues, bright in contrast, and stunning in beauty as this sunset.

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Made even more beautiful because she took this photo. ๐Ÿ˜

#1405 And, here we are

The journey starts with school tours, hope and anticipation

And, here we are.

You cross your fingers and fill in the forms

And, here we are.

 

Iron on name labels and school lunches

And, here we are.

Nervous smiles and a heart full of dreams – theirs AND ours

And, here we are.

 

There are good days, full of playground fun and new friends

And, here we are.

There are days where you make a meeting with the teacher

And, here we are.

 

There are mornings when they do all their chores!

And, here we are.

And then there are those where you both cry before walking out the front door

And, here we are.

 

On cold mornings you count down to school holidays

And, here we are.

On sunshine-y days you count down to school holidays

And, here we are.

 

You do their hair 17 different ways

And, here we are.

You make their lunchbox 84 different ways… longing for a break

And, here we are.

 

New friends and play dates

And, here we are.

Birthday parties and lollies galore

And, here we are.

 

Colourful posters and a million artworks

And, here we are.

Scratches all over their arms and legs

And, here we are.

 

Grumpy moody tired children

And, here we are.

Grumpy moody tired parents

And, here we are.

 

They learn so much and grow even more

And, here we are.

But all things, eventually come to an end…

And, here we are.

 

I sat in the car this morning, looked back at baby girl and said –

“And, here we are!”

And as I walked her to school for the last time of her prep days,

I felt myself get choked up, emotional and teary.

 

And I thought, just like that.

Here we are.

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#1395 Tacos

I have a confession.

I’m 36 years old and have never had a taco.

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Maybe I have, but if I did I sure as hell can’t remember it.

Which is kind of the same thing. ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ

Tonight we ate them.

And…

Nom nom nom nom nom.

I always thought they’d be so annoying to eat. The hard shell, subsequently crunchy and falling apart, with all the fillings inside dropping into a heap in your hands…

Who would want that?

Burritos, enchiladas, quesadillas, soft wraps… I’ve done them all. Corn chips as a snack, sure.

But not a hard corn shell as a Mexican sandwich.

But omg! I was wrong. It was delicious and fresh, and baby girl loved it just as much as I did.

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The crunch was definitely there, and the contrast it provided against the other ingredients was amazing.

And sure, half of the filling and shards of the corn tortilla fell onto my plate when my teeth bit into the taco…

But I realised it was still as delicious from the base of my plate as it was when in my hands. โค๐ŸŒฎ

 

 

#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert.ย ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽถ

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

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Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to ๐Ÿ˜‚)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I evenย loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

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#1361 The first Piano Keys

When I was about 7, I started swimming lessons.

This was a big deal. Back when I was a kid (I feel sooo old saying that) there weren’t so many kids around me doing after-school or extra-curricular activities. I did swimming for a couple of years. I know Hubbie only started playing basketball when he was about 12… and that he had to FIGHT FOR.

Today it is a whole different ball game. Parents are booking in their kids to things that they have absolutely zero interest in, let alone what they actually like.

They book them in to activities that they themselves failed at, so that they can live vicariously through their offspring…

They book them in to lessons so that they can become the next musical/sports/arts prodigy…

They book them into classes that they think are cool, or that they think they need, like a foreign language for when they have to travel overseas in 30 years time as a political minister or something…

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Baby girl currently does swimming. She also wants to do gymnastics (and I am holding off with all I can until next year for that one).

And today, she started piano.

I can’t keep up.

I feel for her. I mean, she loves doing these things, but if I am tired taking her to and from these places, how the hell does she feel?

It is a great opportunity to learn, I must admit. After sis and bro-in-law passed down their piano-keyboard to us, Hubbie saw the potential in setting her up young, and looking to see if she had any musical inclinations within her.

Yep. It is all Hubbie ๐Ÿ˜‰

But she surprised me. Following her lesson today she came home, ran to her piano-keyboard and proceeded to copy the simple keys she had learnt during the lesson.

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I was impressed.

Who knows where this road leads her. But if she lets me, I’m more than willing to take her for the ride. ๐ŸŽน ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽถ

#1314 The Dentist.

Dum da daaaaaa!

Is exactly the term to be used. Also the exact term that IS used, by baby girl.

The dentist. A touchy subject with a 6 year-old, right?

And it would have been more horrific if this moment had come a year ago… but instead, when I decided she had to get her teeth checked since getting some adult ones, she was actually pretty cool about it.

I said funny things like –

“the dentist will lose their mind when they see how good your teeth are,”

probable things like –

“you will get a sticker and a high five,”

and just plain ludicrous things (if plain and ludicrous can go in the same sentence)

the dentist will have to wear a helmet, because when they see your teeth they will hit the ceiling!”

I was actually amazed at how well baby girl did. She wriggled and bounced a lot, laughed yet also looked very suspiciously at some instruments on the side table…

And at the end of it all we saw that all was pretty good… and mostly, she had been pretty good.

I was so relieved.

Sure she has a fused baby tooth on the bottom row making it 9 not 10 there… sure she has a slight grey tooth, from a possible hit which we don’t know when it happened… all things we will keep an eye on.

Baby girl even told the lovely dentist that she had to wear a helmet.

Uh, awks much? I had to explain why and… (insert embarrassing laughter).

But thank God that is over. And that time didn’t even encroach onto the school holidays… WINNING.

Tick. โˆš