#1883 Feet up

I don’t know how I rigged this.

But I’ve been relaxed and seated on the couch for like, 2 hours, doing my OWN thing.

Netflix. Writing. Photos.

Feet up.

No one is bugging me! And they’re awake!

Shhh… Or they’ll hear us.

You know, they.

THE FAMILY.

🤣

#1854 Our new bird

Meet our new bird.

Ha ha. I never said he was a real bird.

Baby girl got this from the shops today. It’s a tiny, chirping bird that records your voice and repeats it back to you, and it’s the funniest thing ever!

We were all mimicking it this afternoon, trying out different words, phrases, parts of songs, and the bird repeats it back, slightly up-tempo, in this high-pitched avian voice.

Now, we ALL want one!

#1853 Coffee time with my girl no. 4

Before all the busy-ness of the day, baby girl and I had our cafe moment this morning on the main street.

You know what made me laugh? As I went to snap our drinks, in the background, I caught her doing this…

Deeply inhaling her babycino.

“Ahhh,” she said.

It cracked me up. 🤣

Kids! 🤷‍♀️

#1838 Like old times, and milestones

Living through lockdown has given us a new way of connecting with other people… online.

I am still working from home, and today we played this online Pictionary game. You have to draw on the screen from a selection of words you’ve been given… and the rest of the room, (people participating) have to guess what you’re drawing.

I thought it was pretty cool, and it was Friday, so later my mind wandered where it usually goes to on Friday nights… to my friends. We spent a lot of Zoom calls together during those few months last year, and so I got to really get used to seeing their faces, talking about anything and everything, and just connecting in a way that honestly, we never really had before.

The lockdown had given us a new opportunity to learn even more about each other, through a multitude of topics, discussion, and debate.

And it was great. I realised no matter how much they talk, how much we disagree, how much we maybe shit each other up the wall… we are ultimately stuck with each other for life. That’s it.

And I love it.

So, missing my crew, I sent the random message out: “Anyone wanna play a game online?” Well to be expected, most were busy and couldn’t, but one such friend said “sure, give me a sec.”

And so I’ve spent the last hour or so of this night, chatting to her online while we played online Pictionary!

She is one of my oldest friends. I actually can’t remember if we were friends first in grade 1, or grade 2… I have no idea. I have no idea because after a while, your memory starts to get blurry. I never believed it when I was in my teens, or late childhood. I couldn’t understand how people would say “I can’t remember” about a huge, momentous milestone in their life. I used to think, “how can you not remember something so important?”

Well, now I know. Because as life goes on, your head gets filled up with more and more stuff, and the other stuff that you don’t think of as much, well it starts to fade.

So, so true. Maybe that’s why I’m so adamant about capturing every written word. It’s my own personal record for my unpredictable mind.

Anyway, you get my drift. We’ve been friends for about 30 years, not a word of a lie. And while we laughed at each other’s funny drawings, and tried to make sense of the game, we also caught up and reconnected, and it made me realise that technology, lockdown even, brought a few pretty good things with it.

A Friday night spent watching something on TV, or just letting the hours while away on random stuff around the house, was instead spent sharing some laughs and having fun with one of my oldest besties.

And then, in amongst all that… a milestone! Baby girl got fed up with me on the computer playing games, and put herself to bed!

It’s actually the second time she’s fallen asleep on her own like this, but the first that she did it intentionally… the first time she went to bed as I set up watch over a huntsman in our room, making sure he didn’t hide anywhere, waiting for Hubbie to come home and get rid of it. I’d told her to wait in her bed for me another 20 minutes, and instead she had fallen asleep.

But tonight, tonight was intentional. I was there chatting away, and then went to check up on her… I even kissed her head… and she remained sleeping. Peaceful. Absolutely beautiful, as all sleeping children are. 🤣

So, a good night all around. Looking back, looking forwards… as long as it’s done with the right people…

You’re alright. You’re doing alright. 👍💖

#1834 Her fake laugh

A fake laugh might not be usually desired…

But when it comes from a kid, it’s hilarious.

Like baby girl tonight. I was watching Friends, and she does this thing where she randomly starts laughing at something… but it’s not the punchline.

I’ll be listening out to the joke, and then get this “HA HA HA HA HA!” beside me.

It’s the best. 💖

#1832 A foot for both families

Today was an exciting day in that we made NEW memories.

We went to my parents new house… and we were ALL together for the first time.

YAY! Happy dance.

As I walked the path between my parents’ house, and my sister’s house, along this cute, tiled path that crossed the fence line, I couldn’t help but think of that The Simpsons episode…

The one called ‘Bart versus Australia,’ where Homer learns that the American embassy, even if located in Australia, is still considered American soil… and so he does this:

It’s a funny memory that has stayed with me since I was a kid. Well I did my own Homer today…

One foot in sister’s territory… and one foot in my parents’ territory!

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

This is going to be FUN! 🤣👍💖😁

#1817 Laughing with a loved one

What a beautiful thing it is to laugh.

It feels like a privilege even, to pay someone to make you laugh. I mean, to get those belly-aching jiggles, gasping for air, stamping your foot guffaws, I don’t know…

It’s wonderful.

But what if, you didn’t even have to pay???

I cashed in my competition win tonight. Because I had won a competition on a page I follow on facebook, I was able to take sis with me to see the amazing AKMAL tonight!

Yes, he’s not there. I know. 😂😉

Oh my God, he was hilarious. Swearing all over the place, making fun of people in the first few rows, offending all walks of life every which way.

(Note to self, never book front row seats at a comedy show).

To laugh, to let go. It really is an honour. Sis and I certainly guffawed, and we continued our night out by getting a nearby coffee…

It has been so long. I always appreciate things, but I appreciate them all the more now after the year we’ve had. Sis mentioned how lovely the restaurant was, and I had to agree, it had a warm cosiness to it…

But then I thought later…

Even if we were in a tiny cramped milkbar…

Or sitting on a rickety park bench…

Or holed up in a stinky dingy bar (mind you we avoided the male-dominated, cheap looking pub, but you get my drift)…

As long as we were together, it would be the best night ever.

And so it was. 💖💖

#1799 Bedtime conversations

How does the conversation turn to deep and meaningfuls as I’m trying to put baby girl to sleep?

I don’t even think it’s intentional on her part. She’ll just start asking me something, so curious, and most of the time I have to explain, or set it straight… and soon we’re having a full blown discussion about when people stop growing.

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

So tonight, she posed the thought “I wonder if, when I’m 20, if I’ll be as high as the roof!”

So this is where I told her, that people usually stopped growing around their teen years.

Her expression was amazement/shocked/scared all in one.

“So when I’m 13, I’ll just…”

“No no no,” I quickly assured her. “For Mummy, it was like, 16, 17?”

She was thinking hard, her expression growing even more curious, urgent.

“So you’re 37, does that mean you won’t grow anymore?”

“Mummy will get older… but I won’t grow any taller! We would all hit the sky if we kept growing.”

Finally, she seemed assured. I gave her some comparisons of people in our life, their heights, who was still growing, and who wasn’t.

Then…

“Mum, my eyebrows are so soft. Are your eyebrows soft? Touch your eyebrows.”

From growing up, literally, to eyebrows. We cover ALL the important topics in our household.

😉😉

#1788 Hats off to Hatzis

Isn’t it THE BEST when you pose a challenge to someone, and you just know they will never get it?

“Guess what cd I’m going to put on!” I smugly asked Hubbie tonight.

He guessed something that I had taken out of the archives like, 6 months ago.

Err, wrong.

I pressed play, and the sound of a dial tone came on immediately.

“Hello?”

Soon, it was this guy talking in his unmistakable Aussie/European accent.

Yep. Good ol’ Guido.

This wasn’t my CD. Newsflash, it wasn’t Hubbie’s either… he borrowed it off a friend a gazillion years ago, and never gave it back.

Tsk tsk tsk.

I know, I know. But it’s so damn good, I kinda don’t want him to give it back (I think it’s long-forgotten by his friend now!)

Over the years, from our dating days, to early married days, to pre-baby days, to now, we occasionally put this CD on. And it’s the best way to do it, like any comedy. It’s not so funny if you watch or listen to it all the time, because YOU KNOW THE JOKE. But if you come back to it, every year, or even longer, then it’s hilarious.

It’s…

Yep.

It’s truly been years since we listened to Guido. We let the CD run tonight, but then strapped for time, we went to the Florist phone call. We thought that was the one that we loved best from memory, but after a minute or so realised it wasn’t the one, though it is funny… Guido calls a florist to say he will accept the job being advertised, but first things first… they have to get rid of the flowers.

Anyway. The phone call we wanted, was the one AFTER the florist.

THE PLUMBER.

I actually found the call on youtube, for your ultimate listening pleasure. 😁

But before I share, they’ve added a Guido cartoon for effect… I think it totally detracts from the call itself, so sure, play the video, but keep your eyes closed! Listening to Guido and the plumber on their own, is comedy gold.

I won’t say anymore, because like in the words of my other fave comedian Eddie Murphy, who talks about people who “Fuck my jokes up on the job” after seeing his show…

I’ll just let you enjoy 🙂

#1769 Another year over

Yep. We’re done peeps!!

💪

It was probably a good thing that baby girl walked out the school gate, then told me she’d left her jacket in her classroom.

“Well you better go get it, we won’t be back ’til next year!”

This meant we had to go back into the school, and then I happened across her teacher. It was perfect timing. Even though restrictions at school had also eased like everything else, and parents were allowed back into the school if necessary… they preferred to keep as many of us out on the other side of the gates as possible.

This meant no classroom visits, and no face-to-face teacher talks.

We had a brief talk. We hadn’t chatted like that for a while. She told me her plans for next year… long service leave, so she wouldn’t be back, not immediately anyway. We laughed. She told me she had enjoyed getting to know baby girl this year, even though almost half the year had been lost. It had left them with a bittersweet feeling.

They had only gotten used to each other, and it was all over.

“Oh, and she’s funny!” She told me. I listened eagerly.

“The other day when she brought in my present, she said to me, ‘just you wait Ms, oh my God, you are going to be overcome when you see this present!”

I laughed out loud. It sounded just like her. I loved getting this window into her world at school, a world that we need to literally pry out of her at dinner time, or have to wait until she is ‘in the mood’ to be privy to a little bit of.

I was relieved. She was acting at school, just like she did with us at home.

That is a good thing.

Merry end of school all. 💖🎄