#456 Baby girl’s comic timing

Baby girl ran into the family room, wearing only her birthday suit. I looked up at her.

“Too too hot” she told me, waving her hand in front of her.

Hubbie had been running her a bath, and she must have just tested the waters. Meanwhile I was on my hands and knees, picking up all her toys and quickly trying to stuff them into somewhat appropriate places before I met them in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” I said. “That’s ok, Mummy’s just packing up a bit.”

“Good good job!” And baby girl outstretched her hand with a big thumbs up and a grinning smile to me.

I immediately burst out laughing. I wasn’t annoyed that I was packing up her things, or shitty that she was congratulating me on a job that was hers… it was the perfect timing of a quote that I use often with her in encouraging good behaviour (obviously packing up isn’t one of them!) and to see her return it to me, in so hilarious a way…

It was comedic genius. My little girl 🙂

I laughed all the way to the bathroom…

#374 Reclaiming the past with Besties

Tonight, Bestie and her Hubbex came over to visit us in our new ‘hood.

It was a pretty rad night.

We have a pretty awesome history, us 4. I often wonder if the looks we get from other ‘friends’ are that of jealousy: I mean, bestie and I are of course, LONG-TIME besties, and when we get together, our Hubbies become equally as tight and crazy as us.

We were an integral part of their bridal party when they got married, which was right before I got pregnant with baby girl. It was an amazing day, and so special to be sharing it with them both, in such a close and intimate way.

But that was not the beginning, and it sure as hell won’t be the end. No. Our times together have many prior years and years on their wedding day… from after our high school years and through all of our twenties, birthdays and events, days out, dinner, catch-ups and plenty of laughter here, there and EVERYWHERE. I’m talking Hubbie and Hubbex jumping out of our semi-moving car after midnight singing “How Bizarre” at the top of their lungs on a Saturday night. I’m talking funny dress-ups, and stupid faces to the point that when we look back on them now, we laugh ourselves so silly that we do unintentional ab crunches from our laughter, our breath soundless and eyes all screwed up from the mad laughter that we are expressing.

I’m talking wine, I’m talking shots, and I’m talking plenty of D&Ms in-between. When I think of our long-standing history together, and think back through all of those years, I then realise how varied, vast and deep our friendship and experiences with one another are.

And generally speaking, I am proud of the maturity I’ve developed in response to the friendships and relationships in my life. Nothing remains static, stagnant. Things are ever-changing, and so too do many friendships take on a temporary ‘on hold’ spell, while life takes over, other things become more of a priority, and you move in different directions.

I love that quote, that says something like you know you have a true friend when you don’t always see each other, but when you get together it’s like no time has passed. Nothing is truer for this awesome-foursome.

Although all our lives are extremely busy, and we all have differing passions and interests and jobs that keep us entertained and out of trouble, we still make the time for each other, when we can. And tonight, while eating and drinking, listening to a whole variety of musicians and getting extremely excited over them, talking the deep philosophy of BeyoncĂ©’s image, pruning roses, allowing baby girl to do multiple renditions of Let it Go, turning our staircase into ‘ice’ as she stamped down on the landing, and shooing off cats, we had a smashing time.

We have matured, we are older, and we have more responsibility present in our lives… but it is still us. And US, has still got IT.

Take care of your true friends, because it takes a long time to gain an ‘old friend.’ They are precious and much sought after.

After tonight, I think our future together looks just as happy/funny/silly/meaningful/profound/bright, as ever 🙂

 

#352 Catch-up with the folks

I had some lovely moments while at my parents’ house today.

Dad is better. He is more energetic and alert, and I love hearing the love in his voice when he greets baby girl.

Mum is more relaxed, and just chilled. She made us a beautiful lunch and baby girl was celebrating the pasta made especially for her, by applauding and “hooray”-ing for about 5 excited minutes.

I love how baby girl is now one with nature, all barefoot on the grass. Jumping about, wanting to do a picnic every chance she gets, and running at high speed up and down the length of the yard.

Sitting under the trees, the four of us, in the leafy shade, just talking. Playing catch with baby girl. Laughing. Eating fruit. Talking about plums.

There was such calm and peace about the day. It was all about taking it easy, absorbing the moment, and enjoying what we have.

Soon it came time to go home, and baby girl and I departed with contented tummies and hearts.

And that’s the way it should always be, shouldn’t it?! 🙂

 

 

#328 Pool Days no.1

After a dip in the pool, some splashing, some laughing, and a lot of digging around for those rings baby girl had been throwing out for us to retrieve from the deep end, we sat inside. Talking about how baby girl did so well blowing bubbles, dipping her face into the water, and tilting her head back so her hair got wet, in preparation for a back-stroke position.

If this had been a swimming lesson, she would have received a certificate at the end of it. Her aunty should know: she used to be a swimming teacher for the littlies.

Some snacks, more talking. Then the coffee.

“Gee it smells good,” I said as it was being made.

10 minutes later, and then this:

Me: “I’m so glad I had a coffee, I needed it.”

Sis: “Mine went down really good as well, I could go another… do you want one?”

Pause. Actually, too long of an indecision on my behalf, embarrassingly so for this coffee-lover. But 10 minutes later, and we were both on our second.

It’s lovely how some moments amplify your day, and are characteristic of the whole of it.

Taking two, because one is not enough. It never is, is it?

Do you get it???

Pool Days #1.

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#323 Post New Year’s Countdown with Best Friends

Saturday January 12, 2017.

It is almost 10pm. On the dot. Coincidentally.

Music is BLARING. (Sia).

Scene? Best Man and Fam’s house.

The kids have just finished going through a box of sparklers. They have been looking forward to lighting them up ALL night.

Party atmosphere is turned ON.

Suddenly, someone mentions that it feels like New Year’s Eve. We’ve spent it together before, but not the one that just passed.

Hubbie decides a countdown. And the older kids join in.

“10, 9, 8” (Just a few of them)

“7, 6, 5” (Some adults join in)

“4, 3, 2, 1” (We’re all chanting now)

“Happy New Year!”

Everyone yells and jumps around. Out on the alfresco part of the yard, they all begin walking to one another with kisses and hugs, wishing each other a Happy New Year. They do it with love and happiness, yet so seriously, like it is REALLY Happy New Year.

Even the kids start going around and shaking hands with each other. Like we are talking two 3 year olds, a 7 and a 9 year old.

When they come to me to kiss me Happy New Year, I am laughing so hard I can barely reciprocate. “What are the neighbours going to think?”

10pm on Jan 12 it’s New Year’s?

I reciprocate the kisses and hugs, still laughing.

“It actually feels like New Year’s!” Someone exclaims.

THIS IS SOME OF THE RANDOM SHIT YOU DO WITH YOUR BEST FRIENDS.

And it totally rocks.

What makes it more awesome is our kids are in on the act too.

I am so happy, and grateful for these memorable moments. 🙂

 

#320 3 generations on the bed

A continuation of an earlier post.

Last night Mum stayed with my sister during Dad’s first overnight hospital stay.

Tonight, it was our turn.

We had already passed on our “sweet dreams” and well wishes for the night to her, with baby girl repeatedly confirming that Baka, was indeed sleeping next door to her, and followed that with several hugs and kisses.

I was tidying around the house and went into baby girl’s room when I heard my Mum’s loud laughter. I moved around the room, and it happened again. I grinned. “You ok in there?”

She had done her bid: she had caught my attention.

I went into the dimly lit room and sat on the bed with her as she proceeded to tell me some things that had been on her mind, kind of funny, kind of not, but nonetheless I listened and lended her my ear.

Baby girl soon realised I was missing and came charging into the room. She disappeared during our conversation to bring along some Wiggles figurines to the party, and soon, there were 3 generations on the bed… alongside Emma, Lachy, Simon and Anthony of course. Talking to my Mum like that reminded me of our conversations of old, when I would have 3 hour D&Ms with her on a Saturday morning as a teen, sitting across from each other at our old round kitchen table.

I smiled with much content, as baby girl repeatedly hugged her Baka, watching their reflection in the opposite dresser mirror, while my Mum casually returned the embraces and kissed her while not missing or pausing for a forgotten word. When my Mum laughed, so did baby girl, mimicking her characteristic tone.

I was very happy. It is lovely indeed, when you find precious and beautiful moments amidst such uncertainty. It was heart-warming to see such love between them, and seeing how they related to one another, along with the physical resemblance, makes it all the more appropriate that baby girl is her namesake 🙂

 

 

#312 A bit of everything for the first day of 2017

It was a good first day to the year.

It involved

*a sleep-in

*late-night takeaway

*white wine

*running amuck with baby girl in the supermarket

*a late coffee with cake

*making baby girl laugh uncontrollably during playing ball

and although it may not please others, the task of

*getting washing done, tidying the house, putting stuff away, and finding homes for bits and bobs that have been staying in random corners since our move over 2 months ago

really makes me satisfied. When I am organised, I feel better about getting other stuff done, and I just feel free.

And let’s not forget the simple and beautiful luxury of

*having Hubbie home with us so we are one, as family, united in our shared relaxation and productiveness of the day

So, for a Jan 1st, it was not too bad. Not massive, but still, it had enough of everything that I feel good about the days ahead.

And you know what? Even if I didn’t have a good day, Jan 1st is not in any way indicative of what the year ahead will hold. Each day is a clean slate, a new opportunity to start fresh and make a start to whatever plans and hopes and dreams you cherish.

You know what is indicative of your year ahead?

Your Attitude.