#1909 Luck in 4s

We had a beautiful pre-Mother’s Day catch-up tonight with my parents, sister and family.

We went out for dinner, and there was a kids play area in one corner of the restaurant that baby girl was rapt to spend a good half of the night in.

Aside from the usual good humour, happiness and laughter that spreads across the table when we all meet up, we took pleasure in watching baby girl try to achieve something.

Or rather, watch baby girl convince OTHERS to help her achieve something.

She was after ALL THE COINS. The reason being, she wanted to get a toy from within that claw machine game.

You know the one.

You put in a coin.

Position the claw over toy of choice.

Hit the button and down the claw-hand goes, seeming to clutch around the object of your fluffy affection… only for it to slide out of its claw-grip as it begins its ascent.

And you think, damn.

So close.

Well, luck was on ALL our sides tonight.

First, my nephew won baby girl her first toy, a white bear with a red heart on the front. He did so easily, to the point where I seriously wondered if he’d caught hundreds like it before.

The second one, she worked for. Many more coins went in, and she had her heart set on a My Little Pony toy, Twilight Sparkle, to be precise.

And then finally, he got it for her again.

But like an addict, baby girl wanted more. She had one, then she wanted two, and now she kept saying, just one more game, just one more game…

I was out of coins. But Baka heard.

My Mum was like, here’s some coins.

Back she went, alone this time.

And we watched through the windows, as the claw came up with a toy, and dropped it down the chute.

We couldn’t believe it.

Not one, not two, but she had gotten three toys, the last one herself!

This one another pony, Applejack. 🤦‍♀️

OMG. This does not happen. And it does not happen so easily either. I have never seen so many of these toys come out of one of these machines in my whole life, let alone in ONE SITTING.

Wow. 3. The lucky 3, the lucky number.

We were marvelling at the incredible luck she had this evening, when some older guys, perhaps in their 20s, walked by.

Holding a toy.

They said “do you want this?”

To baby girl.

She said “YES!”

And suddenly, there were 4! 4 toys!

The first one came fairly easy. The second one had to be worked for. Third was a stroke of chance, coupled with determination… and then the fourth just fell out of the sky.

Forget about lucky 3… the lucky 4 is in town.

💖💖💖💖

#1881 Saturday night Bowling

Tonight we went to a great new place local to us, General Public.

It’s an entertainment venue that has a little bit of everything. Food and drinks of course, but then there’s the side ice-creamy and dessert bar, the doughnut store, bowling, pool tables, and arcade games! It caters for all, from those heading out for a date, families, and friends meeting up for some games.

We grabbed some food and drinks…

then doughnuts…

then dessert… (😬😬😬🤣)

And then headed up to our booked bowling lane. 😁

It was AWESOME. We had the best time.

And you know what is better than bowling on its own?

Bowling, and BOOZE.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Honestly, best night EVER. Maybe it’s because we haven’t been bowling in yonks, so it was something interesting and different, or maybe it was the ideal night in, with the weather turning all winter-y on us today… or maybe, bowling is just great.

And being out and about with loved ones, is just GREAT.

And so everything is great. 💖💖

#1878 Young hearts at the fair

Guys, I know the secret.

I discovered it today.

How to feel instantly lighter.

ACT LIKE A CHILD.

This was easy for us to do, since we visited the fair that’s made itself at home in our town for these school holidays.

It was small, yes.

It was tacky, hell yeah.

But it was also WONDERFUL.

There is something very nostalgic about going to a fair, more so when you have your own brood in tow.

She was soooo excited. Baby girl squealed in delight as we drove up, spying the big old grand Ferris Wheel. It didn’t look too scary from down below…

But then up HIGH. Oh shit.

We freaked out only a little as suddenly we were treated to views of our town that only birds were privy to.

It was a really great and fun visit, full of games that gave plush toys as prizes, small-scale rides and BIG BIG smiles.

And I felt so, so free… like a child…

#1870 Kids will be kids

I feel sorry for any neighbours around us who don’t have kids.

Because come 5pm onwards, the kids around our house start mimicking some serious bird life.

You know birds… they make the most racquet twice a day… early morning, and late evening.

Well the last few days, baby girl and the neighbours have been making a racquet like some right old parrots.

Squawking. Shrieking. Flapping their legs and arms around as they propel themselves high into the air, as far as their little legs will send them.

3 trampolines sit back to back on our strip. 3.

Ours is one of them.

And the kids head outside, yelling to each other over the fence trying to get the others’ attention, chattering loud for all to hear, playing crazy games, and peering over fences until dinnertime.

I love it.

It reminds me of my own childhood, only we were less forgiving as kids, and more intrusive…

‘Knock knock knock,’ we’d go on the door.

ALL THE TIME.

The kids are helicoptered more nowadays, but their insane antics stay the same.

Today I caught baby girl and the neighbour passing something over the fence…

Can you guess what it was?

Pegs. They were trading clothesline pegs. 🤦‍♀️

As long as I can still hang my clothes up… I don’t care.

Whatever keeps them happy. Whatever keeps them being kids.

(Whatever keeps them out of my hair!)

#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. 👍💖

#1791 Thank God it’s Sunday

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday.

Or for us, it could read like this:

Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday.

Because we’re on holiday time baby!

😁😁😁😁

We finally got back to one of our fave family places, where we dine, and play.

Southland. The places in question? TGI Fridays and Totally Games.

I had this delicious cocktail with my dinner, because of course that is the ultimate way to start a holiday break now isn’t it?

And then we went on to the most anticipated part of the evening (according to baby girl) where we played a crap load of games at Totally Games.

You know what was the best? Even better than baby girl squealing at each game we played, or getting the crappy little presents for all the money we poured into them?

It was Hubbie letting her win the Mario driving game.

I found it so weird that during the game she got to the lead, because well frankly, Hubbie used to live and breathe these kinds of games growing up, and still has a strong knack for them. As she screamed with delight when she crossed the video finishing line, I looked at Hubbie who gave me a wink.

“Shhh.”

Awww. And that’s a really simply way, to make everyone happy. 😍😍🥰🥰

#1745 I got there!

Yes, I got there.

Or rather, I got through it.

Like the nursery rhyme says…

“You can’t go under it,

You can’t go over it,

You have to go THROUGH it.”

You know, I was born on a Tuesday.

And today, I was re-born on a Tuesday.

That’s how it genuinely felt. When you’ve put off something for so long, it starts to become a constant presence, a fear that sits at your dinner table, sleeps beside you at night, and follows you around the house, around town, wherever you go.

It never leaves your side.

I overcame a massive fear today, even a genuine phobia, and it made me realise something really huge. Something I didn’t know about myself.

I am stronger than I think.

I never thought it, I really, honestly, never did.

I wanted to be strong though.

There are two quotes that came up in my daily calendar in late August, and the way they appeared, it was as if they were meant for me.

One I’ve already shared with you. Here is the other:

The inspiring quotes that got me there

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”

I left these quotes on the kitchen bench, where my cookbooks sit, during this whole time. I felt they needed to remind me of what I had to do, what I had to achieve… what I had to go through.

And what I had to overcome. Not other people, things, circumstances… but rather, ME. I had to overcome and master my thoughts. My fears. It was all in my head, and as much as I had very real fears and worries, and they are perfectly normal… I had to overcome, myself.

Not, the mountain.

💪

Everything in due time, and I will speak, when I am ready. But I will share the other thing that was great following my day of overcoming fear, that was almost as great as the relief that came after it…

Watching TV all day.

Yep. You see you can’t do much when you’re in recovery mode.

I watched repeated Cheers and Bold and the Beautiful. Threw in eps of Angel and Dawson’s Creek. Watched half of a Prince tribute show I had recorded 6 months ago, and watched another half of a Queen doco I would have recorded at the same time.

And played about 16 rounds of Wordscapes on my phone.

Yep. This is the best part. 💖

Also, I felt your love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🙏

#1678 Day 180 of getting there: Zoom games

First and foremost, there is one rule when playing any kind of game with someone.

Be it a board game, card game, or an online zooom game…

One rule only.

You MUST be close with the person.

You have to be related to them, or they have to be your very closest bestie.

Think about it. Imagine Monopoly with a stranger. You’d crack the shits when they bought that Mayfair property you’ve been eyeing off the last 16 trips around the board.

What about Uno. Imagine a stranger pulled a Draw 4 on you? You’d throw the cards in their face!

And then there’s the new era of games we live in, especially in these current isolating times… online games. Zoom games.

How could you possibly discuss, patiently and calmly, whether potato soup, and potato and leek soup, were the same thing, with someone you barely knew?

Huh, huh?

Exactly my predicament tonight!

Tonight, we played online zoom games. And tonight, OMG… I roared with laughter.

Let’s be clear. There are arguments. Accusations of cheating, emotional tactics, far-reaching answers…

But friends can yell at each other and move on, am I right?

But I swear, it was that heated, hilarious laughter more than anything. I laughed, then I cried from laughing. And you know, with all this covid… it’s been a long time.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so light.

We played this online version of scattergories. You get a letter and you have to find 12 answers to questions starting with that letter within 2 minutes.

Of course you have to be close to the people. I can’t imagine playing that with people I didn’t know well, I would just hate them so much afterwards.

But with your friends… you just laugh.

Tell them off, and laugh.

It’s brilliant.

And I got the best laugh tonight, from one of my answers… “name something you save up to buy.”

The letter was R.

I said ‘row boat.’

Photo by Richard McAlister on Pexels.com

And I just died laughing. I think it had to come out of me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I really needed it. 💖

Good friends. Online zoom games. A seriously deadly but hilariously addictive combination.

#1481 School care

Earlier tonight I was telling Hubbie how I would tell any new Mum, a Mum with young child, hell, even a parent who had a child that didn’t have the perks of what I’m about to divulge, about something unbelievably fantastic that they MUST have in their child’s school.

I would even encourage parents without this school perk to seriously consider moving their kids elsewhere.

But firstly, to explain… baby girl has been babied, all her life.

She’s had me picking her up from kinder and primary school, at the precise start and end time, every time.

With the start of primary school, Hubbie was thrown in the mix too, so that on Wednesdays he joined me in dropping her off and picking her up, and there has maybe been, um, 3 times that he’s had to get her that I wasn’t there…

But really, I have dropped her off/picked her up from school 99.99% of the time… Hubbie 0.01%.

But it’s always been US. 9:15 and 2:15 at kinder. 9:00 and 3:30 at school.

ON THE MARK.

But that ALL dramatically changed today. Because not only was she there for before school care… she was there at the start time of 6:45.

6:45!

And if that wasn’t enough, that wasn’t even all. She was there for after school care for about 30 minutes as well.

Hubbie and I were stressing a bit, I won’t lie… but she was amazing. She got up on time, listened to us in the crazy morning rush, and by the end of the day when I picked her up, I felt like I was interrupting her… here was a hall full of 40 kids, all sitting around tables having healthy after-school snacks, with baby girl lining up to get her share!

She took a plate home though… too right, I paid for that half hour! 😉

But she seriously loved it.

It’s all fun and games for the little ones. And why wouldn’t it be? She was with friends, kids from her class, they got to eat breakfast in the morning, snacks after school, have a supply of movies, board games, colouring, games they played with the care teachers, they had really, EVERYTHING.

It’s a freaking holiday.

On her takeaway plate was some fruit, vegies, a pancake with jam, cheese and crackers, and as we got into the car I said “no fair, I want to go to after school care!”

“Nope, you can’t!”

Damn it. But quietly, YES.

So back to my main point. If you are looking at schools for your kid, look at which ones provide before and after school care. It’s a win-win. Your child has fun, they’re in a familiar place, and you get to be a human being and go to work and talk to adults.

Like I said, WIN-WIN.

BEST. THING. EVER.

#1471 ‘Guess Who?’ told her???

It’s after school pick-up, and baby girl and I are playing an impromptu Guess Who game.

I tell her that we’ll only play a couple rounds… so we play one game, and I win.

One down.

We start the second game. I am nearing the end, with far more of my people down, while she has loads left. I go easy on her, as she asks really specific questions that stall her progress, like “does your person have a headband?” when there is only ONE person with a headband! But also, I don’t avoid winning.

I ask a question and knock down a few more. I have 1 left. She is totally Megan. I have this in the bag.

But now it is her turn.

And she has LOADS left.

But then she asks… “is your person, Rebecca?”

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What the actual F*&%????

She had 18 people up, but still completely fluked the question and picked the right person.

Rebecca it was! She won!

I was flabbergasted, asking “how did you do that?” She said she just knew, and still in total shock, we went on to play another game.

I went first. I asked a question and she responded, before I knocked a couple people down.

Now it was her first shot of the third game.

“Is your person… Lisa?”

FUCK OFF. No special characters either.

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It IS Lisa!

How the $^%*$*$&#&(#()(???????

I couldn’t speak. I was actually staring at her, ‘like what is going on?’ I went to her side of the rug to see if she could see through my card somehow… nope. I look at her dead serious.

“How did you do that? Did someone whisper it to you? Or was it a feeling?”

“It was a feeling.”

I just can’t get over this. Someone is messing with me. Is someone messing with me? What is going on?

I ask her a series of specific questions. If she can tell the future I want the answers.

“Am I going to write a book?”

“Yes.”

(Hold on, I actually have written a book).

“Am I going to have my book in bookstores?”

“Yes.”

“What am I thinking now?”

She laughs. “I don’t know!”

We played two more games after that which I won… either her EXTREMELY lucky streak ran out, the ‘feelings’ stopped, or whoever or whatever was whispering in her ear ran off… either way… it made for a truly entertaining Guess Who session… I won’t be forgetting those games for a while.