#665 and a half – Tube slide

The best part of my day came today when I was plummeting down a hill… with baby girl.

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It was the tube slide at The Enchanted Maze, something I will be posting about over on my SmikG page in the near future.

It was crazy-fun. The kind of crazy fun where you have an absolute ball, and yet simultaneously think you might crap your pants when the slide flies down so fast you turn backwards and seriously consider the reality of the whole thing flipping on you.

We survived… so we will go again. 😉

Best fun with a toddler, EVER.

P.S… the reason for my incomplete blog number above? – my superstition about the inability to post the number that comes before 7 and after 5, three times… well now I realise, it may be why baby girl knocked herself only a record amount of three times today, scratches, bruises, crying and ALL. Not at the Maze though. The Maze only brought good times.

 

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#652 Evening ‘Spring’ time fun

We often don’t have a lot of time at the end of the night. It is always go go go, from 5:30 ’til about 10pm.

Meal prep. Dinnertime. Feeding time – parents will get this…

Bath. Showers. Washing dishes. Getting the house in some kind of ‘respectable’ order.

And then bed – which involves settling, reading, talking… OMG. And yet it all goes by too fast… only to start again the next night, at 5:30pm.

But somehow, in the warmer months, things are different.

Nights are longer; Sunset is later. The atmosphere is warmer. There is less care and emphasis on getting shit done, and more on getting outside and enjoying life.

Which is just what we did tonight. We grabbed some ice cream from the freezer, chased each other around the yard, played a bit of hide and seek, and then leapt for the emerging stars…

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The best things in life are free. Except for ice cream of course. That we will happily pay for 🙂

 

#588 The Greatest Show of All

I LOVED going to the Royal Melbourne Show as a child. My parents took me often, and it was always, ALWAYS, a highlight, every single year. As I grew older I remembered one time where I had a great day there with my sister and Mum too, and then after I met Hubbie we went a couple of times, a night session, and a full-on day session as well.

But we haven’t been for many, many years.

What is there to love about the Show? Why, everything. There is truly something for everyone. There are rides of all kinds, for big kids and small; there are games, again, for everyone, that take out the child in you when the lights flash in your eyes and you observe giant oversized toys that suddenly, YOU MUST HAVE; there is amazing carnival food, as trashy and truck-y as you like, or as discerning and Masterchef-quality as you please, kind sir and madam; there are even animals in talent contests showcasing their skills, entertainers singing or performing death-defying stunts, and then of course, at night, the explosions in the sky.

FIREWORKS.

Well, after what seemed like too long of a break, we went today. It was baby girl’s first time EVER, and weirdly, I had known about a month ago, even before I got my free tickets, that this was going to be our first year to go. It hasn’t worked out for us, or her, any other year, but also, this year I knew she was truly ready for the walk-a-thon that was to be the Royal Melbourne Show adventure, and also, this year she could start to appreciate it. Really appreciate it.

And start creating memories. 🙂

It is so exciting when you start to expose your child to fun things you did when you were young. Hell who am I kidding – I still love to do kid stuff! And I was about as excited as her today, as we jumped off the train about midday and arrived at the Showgrounds.

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It was, a BRILLIANT day.

We ate Showground food of fish and chips, coupled with some glasses of beer and wine.

We watched dogs leap over hurdles and fly through tunnels in high-paced canine comps.

Baby girl went on several rides on her own, and with both Hubbie and I: flying through the air in a row-your-boat contraption, spinning round on a floating mini air balloon ride, going round a merry-go-round track in a car, AND she had her first ever dodgem car experience on her own!

She was the bomb 🙂

We played games, and baby girl fished out some prizes for herself.

We stopped for a well-deserved coffee and sweets break, and found some awesome Nutella doughnuts courtesy of the famous food trucks.

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We went on the GIANT Ferris Wheel, and nearly died as we were perched up top of the world, the insane wind rocking our carriage and making us hold hands, while I actually bent over and encouraged baby girl to pray to God that the wind would lessen.

She thought I was hilarious.

And then the big one, the clincher, the reason for even going to the show AT ALL…

The showbags.

They don’t come cheap. Of course she wanted character ones, which are even dearer than some other kiddie ones, so we let her pick two bags and got an extra pup toy as well.

It had been a big day. We were glad to have taken the train part of the way, so it could take us a fair distance out of the city and to our parked location, before we jumped in our car and drove home.

Watching baby girl, and seeing her response to so many fun events of the day, was absolute GOLD. She now knows, what the Show is all about.

And what’s most important, her memories of them have just started… and they are already beautiful 🙂

#535 Pre-work cafe

A lot of times the photos I display on my SmikG blog as part of my Food Reviews, look something like this:

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And not often do people get to witness the beautifully imperfect behind-the-scenes pics, like this

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The above happened earlier today, a couple of hours before I headed into work. And as I sit here at my desk eating reheated food, I look back fondly, and am grateful for the wayward, spontaneous and cheeky hand that is my daughter’s, representative of all that is crazy, interesting and truly amazing about life.

And those imperfect moments, are actually… pretty damn flawless in my books.

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#476 The Joy of Jumping

Today was a fabulous day. And the most of it was spent at home.

My wish of having a real low-key, family-fuelled and catch-up weekend at home was fulfilled these last two days. Last night was super-chilled, and likewise it was all about us three even before the blinds were opened on this lazy Sunday morning.

Cuddling in bed, even taking silly selfies! Laying about ’til 10am.

Then doing not only a fun but family-oriented task, but ticking off a huge, massive, GINORMOUS to-do that has been staring at us in the face since we packed the 3 large boxes into the garage about 3 months ago.

We finally put together baby girl’s trampoline.

It’s not that we didn’t want to – as always, it was lack of time and opportunity. Always busy, always working. You need two people to construct it, and finding a spare 2 hours to do it, when we didn’t already have plans or there was something more pressing, especially in light of daylight savings ending (pardon the pun), was proving really, really hard.

But today… we did it. 3 hours worth of constructing, some light snacks in between, baby girl stealing springs from us, and then nearly screwing up the poles in the final installation… but we did it baby.

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This girl, is going to jump to the sky in that thing. It’s not just the fact that I’m so grateful this big job is finally complete, but that huge yellow thing in our backyard, is tangible proof that today was enjoyed by all.

It was actually, the BEST day.

#454 Hide and seek

Baby girl LOVES LOVES LOVES playing hide and seek. We do it at least 3 times a day, and at night she ramps it up, trying to score another 6 hide and seek sessions.

Sometimes, when all we want to do is get her to bed, it can be annoying. We finish one game, and she wants more.

Alright then, we give her one more… then she wants ANOTHER one.

But tonight, Mother’s Day Eve, I thought to myself ‘this girl loves playing with us. She wants to play hide and seek, with US.’

So we played. We all had turns hiding, and seeking. Baby girl gets so over-excited, she can’t contain herself, and in the process of hiding, will just stand there losing her shit, and yell “boo!” at you, with no trying at all to keep herself hidden.

It is HILARIOUS. We really need to sit her down and explain that she needs to stay hidden, at all times.

We do this thing, where we will deliberately hide in an obvious spot – like tucked into a corner, or in the pantry but with our hand holding the door closed from the outside – and she will squeal with excitement when she sees it, but will do the ‘done thing’ which is  pretend that she hasn’t seen us, acting like she is actively looking in all other spots, when it is just a diversive tactic that she has seen us do with her… and she will do this until she returns to where she first saw us.

But a lot of the time, as she moves onto another area, we too jump out and hide elsewhere, so that by the time she opens that pantry door with a “Boo!” it is empty, and instead we are behind the kitchen island, giggling our arses off while she goes “huh?”

LOL LOL LOL.

On a Saturday night, playing hide and seek with our girl? Pretty freaking rad if you ask me. By the way, I top the leader board with the best and inventive hiding spots to hide in the house;)

#414 The Crew unites

Tonight, Good Friday Eve. It’s not often that me and my high school friends get together. I mean, the original group. Although the last time it was December, before that, it was years. And before that, more years.

You know when you are so busy, that pre-confirmed plans just bug you? Well sorry to say, that’s how I felt about tonight.

The house is a mess,…I need to get ready for weekend work… I need to clean… I need to put clothes away… and I have a tonne of Easter baking to do…

These were my thoughts. They kept whirring around my head up until about 4pm today.

And then I went ‘screw that.’

I got dolled up, embraced the girl club spirit, and headed on over to the Fitzroy Social to meet up with the other 5 gals of the crew. It was a great catch up, and we of course had the required end of night photo, both smiley, and goofy faces present.

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18 year old me would have been in shock horror at my stupid excuse of ‘the house is a mess’ to even contemplate not going out for a catch-up… and yet my 33 year old self was just feeling like it was all too much.

But I realised something as I drove home later from this great night out. I thought:

If my house is a mess…

If I’m late getting ready for work on the weekend…

If my house remains dirty for a day or two longer…

If the clothes hang around unfolded a while longer…

And even if I don’t bake all that I intend to for Easter…

IT WILL BE WORTH IT, because I had a great night catching up with dear friends. My time will feel well-spent, as I would have had fun in my precious time – not spent doing some boring household chore, but instead, reconnecting, bonding and having the bestest of convos and laughs with my high school friends.

I am still baffled by how our minds and thoughts change as we grow older. Sometimes for good, sometimes for stupid! I mean, worried about a clean house as opposed to a catch-up? Come on.

We need to think more like teenagers, like children. Then maybe the world’s problems would be solved. Then maybe the world would be a happier place 🙂

The boring stuff can wait. The boring stuff should always wait.

Screw the responsibilities. Have fun!