#1412 Made up stories in bed

The three of us have the best time making up stories at bedtime.

We’ll be in our bed, or baby girl’s bed (yes we can all squish into baby girl’s king single!)

We make up stories based off alterations of our name and things that have happened that day,Β or stories we’ve heard.

Tonight Hubbie was Tato Doce, and I was Mama Candy Cane.

Iggle piggle from In The Night Garden was drinking black coffee, and vomited, and there was a girl called Karisa who was going cray cray because it was school holidays. 🀣

The laughs we get out of our stories are priceless. Baby girl can barely get the words out as she tells her story, she is laughing that hard. Then I’ll throw her an exaggerated quizzical look, or I crack up and laugh along with her, which sends her into more of a laughing fit, and then I laugh MORE, and on and on it goes.

Meanwhile Hubbie, the only non-night owl amongst us three, looks at us wearily, yet still amused with that small smile on his face, as his girls go apeshit.

❀

 

 

 

#1374 Us 4, like old times

Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven’t been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.

And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.

Not my kitchen table… but my parents’ old kitchen table.

It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.

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😯

Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents’ house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.

But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.

It wasn’t the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum’s car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she reversed flew down their long narrow drive.

Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.

Oh Mum. How could I forget your insane driving?

Memories. β€πŸ‘¨β€πŸ‘©β€πŸ‘§β€πŸ‘§

🀣🚘

 

#1367 Bathing it away

I’m actually kinda surprised. After getting rained on after school drop off, and having to witness my cat totally drugged out with pupils like saucers due to his new meds… I was almost laughing today.

You know when thing after thing goes wrong, and you literally look up to the sky and say “what now?”

But I amazed myself in my strength. I thought all this crap would have worn me down… but instead, like the main character in my book says “BRING IT ON.”

Maybe I’m somehow channeling her. Maybe I’m gaining inspiration through her fictional self. Either way, I moved on from the crap, and set myself up for…

A blissful bath.

There is always a reason why I shouldn’t have a bath. There are always 58 things I should be doing instead of lying in water, alone, breathing in to my thoughts.

But I’ve learnt by now that time like this isn’t a luxury… it’s a necessity.

So. Candle light. A steaming bath. The meditative sound of a slowly dripping tap, against the backdrop of howling winds outside the window.

Steam rises above me. The air is damp. I sink into the watery cocoon and let it swallow me whole, my body submerged by all that is peaceful, all that is good.

And with it my mind and soul slide into a place where my equilibrium is restored, and everything makes sense.

 

#1351 Miss Mary Mack

“Miss Mary mack, mack, mack

All dressed in black, black, black

In silver buttons, buttons, buttons

All down her back, back, back…”

Do you remember this clapping nursery rhyme?

You start by crossing your arms over your chest – “Miss…”

Clap your hands down on your thighs “…Ma – ”

Clap your hands together ” – ry…”

Then your right hands claps out to meet your partners right hand, before meeting back in the middle where you clap yours together. Every clap with your partner is a “mack.”

So it goes like this:

“Mack!” clap. “Mack!” clap. “Mack!”

Before you repeat the whole thing all over again for the next line.

Confused? It makes a whole lot of sense when you see it for yourself. πŸ˜‰

I showed baby girl this clapping rhyme when she started telling me about some song she learnt in school. I asked her about “Miss Mary Mack,” because to be honest it’s the only one I remember…

She didn’t know it, but when I showed her she LOVED it. The first time we did it we were on her bed before sleeping-time, sitting cross-legged facing each other as I tried to coach her through the actions and the words.

The third line mentions “Mary’s” silver buttons, and baby girl lost herself silly with laughter each and every time I sang it. It made me erupt in laughter too, and we never actually finished the song, she was cracking up so much.

Today was much the same. She started singing the rhyme and so I tried to show Hubbie the rhyme. I got to the buttons part again, and –

UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER.

I have to say, I don’t know why it is so funny. But when I see my baby girl doubled over in laughter, absolutely pissing herself in amusement, it totally makes my day. I end up cacking it up with her.

Just to get that reaction, I will sing about buttons, ALL the days πŸ™‚

Does anyone remember any more of these primary school sing-a-longs?!

 

#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?

#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. β™₯

 

 

 

Do, d’oh.

#1296 A new season of Self-care

Spring is the beginning of many things.

Growth. Renewal. Sunshine. Greenery.

It just so coincides with a decision I made only yesterday, on the first day of it, to do something new.

To look after myself.

I’ve been on a bit of a journey, a spiritual awakening of late. My normal awareness of mind, body and soul has skyrocketed to another level.

In turn, I come to the conclusion that, like my Mum always says “you are your own doctor.”

I am my own doctor.

We know, intuitively, what we need. No one else can really tell us that. Even if we do learn something from an ‘authority,’ really, something inside of us has been trying to tell us that all along… give us worldly signs… throw our body off-kilter so that we take notice…

Even, send us dreams.

There is always something there, something trying to get through.

It’s just whether we are allowing ourselves to listen or not.

I’m not going to do anything crazy. I just have a heightened awareness, and in order to nourish my body, in making mindful food choices and trying to be more active, I will also be doing things for my mind, and my soul.

Yoga.

Meditation.

Music – I find it so therapeutic, and I am actually going to be singing/dancing on my own for at least 5 minutes a day. TRUE STORY.

Laughter – nothing makes me happier than when I find a new comedian via youtube, and I sit there almost crying for about 5 minutes straight.

Nothing crazy. Nothing unattainable.

Most of it, free.Β 

I am going into this realistically. There are days I may not be able to do much on my list. I will forget and let go of those days.

Then there will be days that I smash it out of the park. Those are the days I will use as fuel to push me on and keep me going on my improvement pursuit.

Just tonight I sat down, for like 2 minutes because that is all I had, to do some yoga moves…

Baby girl found me.

And she saw the book I was working from, and wanted to do yoga too.

They actually do yoga in her class. I wish I was in prep again.

So I let her. Old me would have been slightly annoyed to have lost my ‘me time,’ but new SmikG said ‘let go’ and breathed in and out as deeply as I could.

Watching her do the ‘cat-cow’ as we both went on all fours, made me smile.

It threw me off my yoga focus… but I was laughing. Relaxed. Wasn’t that the point?

Yep. It sure is.