#1385 Cool Southland Saturday

Tonight was one of our much-loved Southland Saturday nights.

TGIs➡️Games➡️ice-cream.

But it was ramped up and made even icier  with the addition of something else…

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That’s right! It was time for us to catch up with our ol’ pals Elsa and Anna for Frozen 2.

Can I say, I LOVED IT.

The sequel is a lot more intricate and layered with various elements… elements indeed, with fire, water, wind and earth featuring dominantly alongside the nature-dependent themes.

Some plot points had Hubble and I clarifying to one another during the 10 minute break in the vjunior theatre, as the hundreds of kids, baby girl included, went ape-shit waiting for their turn down the long slide.

Even later during dinner we were seriously discussing the storyline… it was funny that while baby girl was literally on the edge of her seat during the film yelling “No, Anna!” but as soon as it was over had completely moved on, here we were after it all, analysing the Disney movie over prawn tacos.

It was a great night, and I’ll end on a little exchange I had with baby girl in the toilet, when we ran over while the movie was still going.

(Mind you she LOVES Frozen):

“Mum, how much longer will it go for?”

“Maybe 40 minutes?”

“Aww, it’s too long!”

(Me calling her bluff) “That’s okay, we won’t go to the movies anymore.”

“But I love the movies! I just can’t sit still!”

Even for Frozen!

Story of my her life.

😏

 

#1383 The (no) friend game

It’s not pleasant as a parent to hear that your child hasn’t had the best day.

Worse still, when they say “I wanted to play with them and they wouldn’t let me.”

It still stings to write and think about, and this is a story in hindsight.

But it happened, and it happens, and unfortunately it’s one of those things that will continue to happen, for almost all kids at one time or another in their schooling life.

Baby girl told me the above yesterday, and it ate me up WHOLE. I feel so intrinsically connected to her that I myself was slighted by the fact that some girls hadn’t let her play with them, and she’d had to succumb to playing on her own.

Hubbie told me what he always tells me: “it’s how kids are. They can be shitty.”

Yeah, I get it. It doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.

Seriously, it is so much harder for the parents. Kids are fairly resilient. Although baby girl pointedly told me what happened, it didn’t seem to affect her mood or disposition, and I had to remember that out of all the days of the year she had been at school so far, she had said something like the above, only a handful of times.

So, where is my gratitude? Well today she told me she played hide and seek, tag, and red light green light with half her class. I was grateful to hear she had a good day, grateful that she had friends to play with, and grateful that, most of the time, she is a lot tougher than me. ♥

#1350 A quiet birthday

‘Quiet,’ and ‘Birthday,’ aren’t synonymous terms in our family dictionary.

And yet they coincided today… for hubbie, no less.

We may not have had a big hoo ha for his actual birthday today, but you can be sure I made a fuss when he came home for lunch…

Balloon, and Beer.

Throw in some colour, and a gift that was a sure winner, and I had a pretty happy hubbie. 🤩🎁

I then made a round of nutella-centred baked doughnuts for my cinnamon loving man, and we capped the night off eating at our fave family restaurant, playing games at the game centre and then finishing it all off with some ice cream.

A very simple, but truly fun night. I guess we’re not fussed it wasn’t a big one, since today’s howling wind didn’t make for the most inviting and party-inspired day…

But maybe it’s because… we can always celebrate BIG another day. After all, the sign of Scorpio has only just begun…🦂♏

😉👍🍺

#1331 Dinner time rules

“There’s some new rules for dinner time,” Hubbie said as we started to eat.

“Yes!” I cried a bit too enthusiastically, looking over at our squirming baby girl. “Tell her.”

I had no idea what it was but I had a feeling we were on the same page.

“There is no more leaving the table when we eat,” he started. “It’s a new game.”

“And,” I added spontaneously, “you lose points. We all start with 5 points. If you leave the table you lose a point. The one with the most points at the end wins.”

We also decided that the only reason to get up and not lose a point was a toilet break. But otherwise, even if you went to get tomato sauce or grab some more water…

BOW BOM.

Down 1 point.

Baby girl sat still for a while… until she decided her rules were better. Her rules meant that she started with a billion points.

🤨 Right.

We kept telling her she was wrong, and she kept telling us she was right. Soon though, Hubbie added the clause… that if she sat still long enough and finished her meal (she had now lost ALL her points) well the more she ate, the more she would regain, until she got to 5 points again.

She ate her meal and got her 5 points back… and then asked for an extra point.

And shock horror… Hubbie gave it to her. Meanwhile I was playing TOUGH.

“No fair!” I yelled. “I sat here the whole time without getting up and I didn’t get bonus points.”

Well the weasler that she is, she weasled more points out of him until she had 9 in total.

“Crap,” I told them as I left the room to clean up. ‘This thing is rigged. Clearly you know someone.”

Baby girl took great joy in making fun of me. And I stirred them up as I argued my case while smiling at the same time. I was in the laundry and she was mocking me, telling me how she had 9 points, while I shot back that she had left crumbs under her chair… so she should LOSE ALL her points!

“No!” she yelled back at me. “It’s Tato’s rules.”

I called her over. “Baby girl come here…” she walked over and I whispered something in her ear. She giggled and walked back into the kitchen, where she said “Tato, Mummy says your rules are shit.”

I roared with laughter. Man it felt good to have my child ague back for me, lol. And the only reason why I said it at all, and she got away with it, is she knows we would kill her for saying such a phrase out loud, in the outside world… but only in those few walls.

Only because Hubbie rigged the game.

Ahh, life. What funny family moment has had you cacking up with laughter?

#1328 Jenga

As I said before, the stars and the sun aligned for us this week.

We picked the right days to be out and about. Bright, sunny, sunshine-y days.

Today it was a grey, rainy and dark day. Well-timed, as we had done all our outdoorsy adventures already.

We stayed inside, indoors.

And then tonight. The perfect family Friday night activity.

A GAME.

“Family!” I had called out from the lounge room where I was arranging the blocks. “I have a surprise!”

Hubbie and baby girl ran in, trying to beat the other into the room. Baby girl won.

“Jenga!” she cried.

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Hubbie will tell you that I asked for this as a present one year… like a gazillion years ago.  And he will also tell you that after I got it, it proceeded to sit in our spare room, unopened and unused, for years and years.

All the while I told him, one day we would play it loads.

That one day started today.

And for the record… Hubbie pulled out the block that sent them all crashing down tonight.

Mwa ha ha. Crashing down… like his Jenga doubts 😉

 

#1323 Finding joy in Dora

Official day 1 of our holidays together.

We watched a movie. Granted it was a kids movie… but as we do when we go out, we try to make the damn most of it.

Coffee, followed by shopping, followed by movie… in the Vjunior theatre. We love it because for baby girl, sure she is 6, but she is that restless 6. That restless 6 that would rather jump and dance around than sit for hours at a time watching something. Even when she prompts it at home and chooses a DVD to watch, an hour in and she’ll be walking off, without a care in the world as to seeing it through. Meanwhile the OCD switch in me is turned on and flashing a warning red – “YOU CAN’T NOT HAVE CLOSURE!”

Of course she knows what happens in all her animated films. But still, how does she do it???

The Vjunior cinema is great because before entering kids have access to a whole lot of drawing, lego building and racing car facilities, and that’s before they’ve stepped into the theatre. Then inside, before the movie begins, and then at the forced intermission, they can go down a long slide that run downs the length of the theatre, and also jump around on a light-up mat at the bottom of the cinema floor. All this running and jumping we noted, is A GREAT IDEA… before the movie started baby girl was pooped, truly ready for resting and watching a movie.

High Five guys. High Five.

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And then again, I like movies. I love stories… adventure, escaping into another world. Whether that world is in the form of a book or a movie, same same. I love going to another place, and even if it is a kids movie, you can be sure I will be reflecting with my inner child and laughing along, in conjunction with that other side of me that is always analysing ‘why does this work?’

Anyway, we watched Dora and the Lost City of Gold. It was great. I enjoyed it, and the references to the cartoon were funny and clever. It did feel a bit long, even though it was a mere 100 minutes, and baby girl, though she had the best time making friends as she ran up and then slid down the slide, and jumping along on the light-up mat, she sighed exaggeratedly to me at the end as she turned and said “please can we not go to another movie again… it was too long.”

Oh God that girl. I’ll have to wait a few more years until we can go off together and do Mummy-daughter movie dates. She still has ants in her pants.

We followed our movie sesh with a great TGIs dinner, and then a smashing round of games at Totally Games…

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I love when we pick games that we can all participate in, and we’re there throwing discs wildly at some bunch of scary clown faces that we want to belt into oblivion all for the sake of some tickets… ahh bliss.

It was a long day and a fun one at that, and I just can’t wait for more 🙂

#1303 Homer in hiding

The other day while at the MILs, Hubbie went in search of some personal items he had left behind in his old bedroom, what seemed like eons ago. Baby girl went up to search for him… and came back with an additional, someone.

Something.

Homer.

This massive stuffed Homer doll that was almost as tall as her, had been hiding out in Hubbie’s wardrobe all this time. I have no idea where he got it, only to say that I was definitely there when it happened, and it was probably at some Melbourne festival like Moomba.

Baby girl was rapt.

At some point last night a game developed… it was nearing bedtime and as she left her room to get something, I remained behind with a firm grip on Homer…

But alas, as things happen in sitcoms and cartoons, so too do they happen in real life.

Because I ‘conveniently’ (as all TV plot points are, convenient) fell asleep… and this led to Homer creeping out of my arms and into baby girl’s bed!

D’oh!

She loved it. We repeated the game a number of times in a variety of ways, all with him ending up in her bed, reading a book, and the sight of him like that in her bed made her crack up in laughter every time.

It was funny. We did it this morning. We did it again, tonight.

I ramped up the game when she went to grab a book from her school bag…

I grabbed some ‘friends,’ a blanket, book and beanie, and voila –

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Homer was now fully decked out in her bed.

She could not contain her excitement and laughter as she re-entered. I was meant to be ‘accidentally asleep,’ and yet I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

He was wearing her beanie, her slippers were now his, and he was covered by a small blanket as his friends gathered around while he read “Thelma the Unicorn.”

It did look very amusing if I do say so myself.

Your kids being happy is one thing… but being the reason that they are laughing is an entirely different feeling.

It left me feeling incredibly chuffed and grateful tonight. ♥

 

 

 

Do, d’oh.