#751 Spoilt for choice with ice cream

In our old ‘hood, we would have driven about 25 minutes to get to an ice cream place that was ‘kind of’ worth driving to.

Here, in our happy new abode, a short 5 minute (if that) drive brings us to 3 fantastic ice cream options.


Spoilt for choice, with so much ice cream to sample! What to do, what to do…

Why, eat all the ice cream, of course 🙂

Being so close to some fabulous places makes it that much easier when with baby girl, even more so when she is tired and subsequently cranky-pants from her kinder day today. The ice cream idea popped into my head suddenly during dinner, and we didn’t even clean the dishes before jumping in the car and heading over to the Main street.

Yes, there are options, but my favourite is Vespa’s. We all had a taste-test before getting our chosen frozen treats, and I swear you would think there was real magic and actual rainbows in baby girl’s magic rainbow ice cream, that’s how excited she got over it.


I instead got the Caramelised Fig and Pannacotta ice cream, a diversion from my usual dependable and old-time strawberry fave, but I’ve decided I want to try ALL their ice creams, so tonight was as good a night as any to start. ♥




#730 Mornington Pier

I have the fortunate problem of having too much to be grateful for today.

Nah. NEVER too much gratitude to be had.

It was a truly blissful and relaxing day. It really did feel like we were on holiday. Aside from the quiet reading I did at the park while Hubbie played some b-ball


And the great time we had at my Uncle and Aunty’s place taking in mother nature, her finest and most organic produce, and the surrounds of heavenly greenery


(My Uncle’s bees drinking water around the large bowl)



It was what we did at 10:30am that had us in absolute awe.

We started off once again with no real plans after the kinder drop off was done… Hubbie mentioned coffee, it was to be guaranteed to follow on Main street, and when we appeared to be reading each other’s minds with the same café – Store Fifteen – I had to add, due to proximity’s sake –

“Why don’t we walk down to the pier?”

This man of mine loves sitting down to drink his coffee – not many takeaway cups there. But, the water called.


We took our large latte and regular cappuccino, and wandered down the path in between the curving coastline and huge park that baby girl loves to frequent, until we reached closer water.



From here on out, I think I’ll let the photos do the talking.





It was so incredibly peaceful. There were people about, yes. But it was still. It was quiet. We stayed at the tip of the pier the longest, looking out at the world beyond.


A nearby fisherman spoke to us, telling us he had waited for this perfect Summer’s Day for weeks. Mid 20s, 6km winds… it was the perfect day for fishing.

And we had stumbled upon it.


We listened to the fishermens banter about bait, took in some more sunshine and pristine water views, I made small talk with a seagull… and off we went, making thanks for such a tremendously glorious sight, and vowing that the Mornington Pier walk would become a part of our wanders and visits, a bit more often.


#729 I love Main street, and let me count the ways… no. 3

Today was the first time since our holidays began, that after dropping baby girl off at kinder, Hubbie and I looked at each other and went

“Now what?”

The ‘what’ was to come in the form of Main street. Amidst the grey and drizzling weather, we found our way to a café for some brekkie. It was so quiet in Dr Fox’s, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. It was a Monday morning, the streets outside were still waking up, and in the absence of baby girl, it just felt weird.


We looked at each other across from the table, both still part asleep. Hubbie was trying desperately hard to blink himself awake, even after downing two lattes… meanwhile I was trying my damn hardest not to die coughing after I swallowed a not so tiny chunk of pepper that was sitting precariously on the spinach of my Veggie Big Breakfast.

By the time we headed outside, the rain had temporarily ceased, and it felt a little milder.

“Now what?”

Down the street we headed, hand in hand, like some love-struck newly hooked up teenage couple who were wrecked from partying out late on the weekend – only we were about 17+ years past that, sans child, tired from trying to cram too much into life and not giving ourselves enough sleep in the process.

We headed into the Mornington Newsagency. Got cards. Read mags.

We headed into Cotton On Kids, thinking of baby girl, and got her a cute dress that would lead her straight through Autumn and all the way to Winter, while Hubbie and I then picked a top each for her for the season ahead – 2 for $25, you see.

Farrell’s bookstore on the corner brought us the Richard Branson biography and a Ned Kelly book. With more purchases in hand we headed further down, stopping to peruse a tiny something for her at the toy shop but deciding then that she had way too much already, before finally I surprisingly scored a $10 stripy cardigan at a second-hand type op/retro shop.

We had gone as far as we could, and then the rain picked up again. Time to go home (and stop spending money).

We had started the morning off quite aimlessly, floating here and then wafting there… and though we try so hard to plan our days and be as productive as possible, we find that we too need some time to just…


And the shops on offer on Main street made it wonderfully possible for us to do just that today.

♥ number 3 ♥



#690 Coffee/Park/Beach break

Long story short… I was pissed off.

Short story long… following the splashback tiles going on in our kitchen just before Christmas, I still hadn’t had a chance to apply the grout sealer/protector, to keep them cleaner and protected against any guaranteed future splashes, squirts and splatters that would occur while cooking.

It had been bugging me, as not only was the tile grouting not sealed, but the oven was still moved forward because of this, and we were only allowed to use the front stove points. Also, certain corner and nearby cupboards were made harder to access, and all in all I just wanted to seal the tiles and move the oven back so everything was nicer and easier to use.

But when I sprayed the sealer on, and then as ‘per the bottle instructions,’ went to wipe the excess off the tiles an hour later… it came off, kind of. Remaining on the tiles were these annoyingly faint spray marks, ALL over the tiles as they had dried. I soon learnt they did not come off easily, AT ALL.

So after several hours, of first using paper towel with water, then paper towel with vinegar, and then a soft scouring non-scratching sponge with vinegar, I got MOST of it off.

Stuff that. I honestly couldn’t care anymore. I had probably removed most of the grout protector with my cleaning too, but I HONESTLY DIDN’T CARE ANYMORE.

I sat down at 3pm on the couch with a huff. I could hear baby girl in the nearby room playing with her toys so I sat breathing for 5 minutes. Still getting over being seriously pissed off. Then I got out our shoes, with baby girl asking me “Mama, where you take me?”

“I don’t know honey, let’s just go somewhere.”

Somewhere, led us to the Main Street with holiday-makers galore. I had to wonder if Hubbie and I were such sore thumbs when we used to weekend it over here…

And first, was the caffeine/sweet-tooth break.


Ahhh, my sweet. As I stirred my coffee salaciously, I started to unwind.

Next, a short walk down the block to the big park by the bay. Baby girl swung for what felt like forever, and I let her. She too had been stuck inside as I had gone ape-shit on the kitchen tiles.

But I needed that BIT more ‘ahh’ time. I convinced her into a walk up to the water views at the end of the street… and then as we approached the ice cream van parked along the street, she convinced me into an ice cream.

What the hell. It was Summer, January, I had had an annoying few hours of the day, and although we weren’t on holiday just yet, I sure as hell was feeling those holiday vibes rubbing off on me from everyone else.

We wandered over to the lookout, sitting on a nearby bench, with the clifftop drop just metres away from our feet.


Baby girl slurped her quickly melting ice cream, I helped her, we clutched on our hats as they both almost flew off our heads, and then I turned my attention to the vast expanse of water in front of us, breathing in the negative ions of the water, which if we’re being honest and literal, is actually POSITIVE.



The wind nearly swept me away, but where I didn’t go, my problems and worries and all my annoying moments of the day, went. And then back to the park, for some more swinging fun…



#645 Early tradies

There are all manner of excuses as to why us commonfolk roll our eyes and brace ourselves at the sheer mention of the supposed ‘reliability’ of tradies.

Because they are always late.

Because they don’t arrive when they say they will.

Because they don’t return your call.

Because they make promises they can’t keep.

Because they forget.

All of these reasons have to do with tradies deferring or putting off their service to you…

Which is why this morning was SUCH a surprise.

Because as I went downstairs this morning, giving myself a good 3-hour window to get my shit together before the tradies came over to commence part 1 of our kitchen demolition/renovation, I turned on my phone, and saw with some amount of trepidation, a missed call, and a voicemail message.

Uh-oh. I just KNEW it was him. The tradie.

I listened to the message, and my eyes widened, before running in to baby girl’s room and telling her to throw ANYTHING on.

“Hi SmikG, it’s tradie here… just letting you know we’ll probably be at your place about, 9:00.”

A half hour window.

I did the bare minimum, which was still good as I left feeling I had done my best in setting up the place for the guys – but consequently the bare minimum didn’t include breakfast… so I said to baby girl, “pick where you want to eat.”

And she led us to Mercetta on the Main street. Mainly because the back of the café has fake green grass and egg chairs that hang from the tree-like ceiling, with kiddies using them more as swings than adults using them as areas of refuge.

I had been stressed as hell in those 30 minutes before their surprise arrival, but the early morning start gave us a nice reason to go out and have some breakfast on a Monday morning…

And any reason is good enough reason for surprise breakfast I guess 🙂




#634 I love Main street, and let me count the ways… no.2

Oh. Hello there little fella.


What did you do today? Oh, shopping? What a coin-chi-den-che (go and watch Only You starring the beautifully talented Marisa Tomei and oh-so-cheeky Robert Downey Jr, laugh at some Billy Zane hilarity and then come back to me).

I picked up this guy while out and about getting bits of this and bits of that for the festive season… I got some presents for others (yes some for Christmas, KK surprises 🙂 ) others just because, presents, and then some presents were for ME! Sorry that was meant to say Hubbie, my bad.

But this guy came along not as a present for me (though he is so damn cute) but as a little something for another little fella. Aww shucks. Maybe I will keep him.

And this little guy wanted to suss out some of my other finds…


Pineapple lollies? Redskins? Are you even serious right now?

YES. Yes I am.

You know what was annoying about buying the pineapple lollies for Hubbie, who used to love them 15 or so years ago? He couldn’t remember loving them 15 or so years ago! Sooooo disappointing. You surprise someone and they don’t even remember these things, like are you even my Hubbie???


And the redskins… they taste the same. I was 15 again.

I am loving Main Street shopping and all the weird and wonderful things I’m finding there. ♥


#632 Melbourne Cup coffee

So, a little while ago in a post far, far away, I said I would count all the ways in which I love coffee, and I would happily spend my life doing so and expressing it here in this gratitude blog.

Enter today peeps.

I mean, I didn’t plan on going down Main street. I promise I didn’t. But a chore I had to do fell through, and here baby girl and I were on Cup Day, dressed up, in the car, with nothing to do.

She asked me as I turned into our fave strip “Mama why go here?”

I was silent for a long while. I wanted to surprise her. “I just want to see what’s open.”

In true literal and toddler fashion, she then proceeded to point out every single shop that was open.

After circling the block a couple of times, I made up my mind. And we headed on over to a local fave for a quick stop on this public holiday.

We missed Hubbie/Dad very much. Baby girl expressed her desire to share a biscuit with him. But somehow she managed to get by, and downed her babycino, while I treasured my chai latte, and then together we smashed an Oreo muffin, NOT pictured because you know… smashed Oreo muffin.

It wasn’t life-altering, it wasn’t squealing with excitement fun, and it wasn’t the bestest thing I had ever done. But it was a precious moment that I was grateful to be sharing with baby girl, and as long as it is something to be enjoyed, it is enough.

And then also, as I always say, it’s the little things.

We then went home, and discovered with happiness that Hubbie was on his way home, let off his work shift earlier that day.

We didn’t win in the 3pm race, but we won in the most important one 🙂