#329 kikki.K Parcel

Now, if you’ve been following this blog or my smikg blog, you may have come across those above words a couple of times now.

Because when you receive a box like this, well you just have to place an order, again, and again, AND again.

I was desperate for my 2017 planner/calendar to hang up on our fridge again. I was not near a kikki.K for purchase of one at the start of the year, and not knowing when I would be, or how long it would take (and being severely impatient for one) I decided to just order the damn thing.

And a tape dispenser too. Because we are getting a new desk, so why not.

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Also, it meant free shipping. (kikki.K must love consumers like me).

Until 2017 kicked off I hadn’t really noticed how much I depended on the planner which had become a regular point of reference for us last year, and which had moved house with us, helping us to stay somewhat organised amidst boxes, insanity, and heaps of bubble wrap.

When my 2016 planner came off the fridge on Jan 1st, I was at a loss. What? No dates to look forward to? When would I pay my bills? How could I know what was happening over the next week at a glance? How would I avoid double-booking an appointment when I didn’t have a handy reference for everything happening in our lives?

(Baby girl loves kikki.K boxes too)

I promptly received the parcel yesterday, in its signature HUGE box, and tonight I got the chance to start penning some dates, amounts, and events into the calendar. And it felt sooooo good.

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I love this planner. It is just the bomb.

(More kikki.K love here…. seriously, if any powers that be execs want to pay me for these posts, please, I would be more than happy to accept…)

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#310 The verge of holidays – Dec ’16 edition

I am soo bloody excited. As simple as that. Today was my last day of work for the year. I am now looking forward to 18 days off! And tomorrow afternoon, Hubbie will join me, and together we’ll have 15 days off together.

What?! A holiday, together? It seems impossible. It feels so long ago…

Our last approved leave requests was during our big house move months ago… and by no means was any of that a holiday. We did not feel settled for ages, things were difficult, and it stayed that way for a while even after we went back to work following that ‘break.’

I know Hubbie has had a week or so during the year, but it must have been at a really busy time, because I have little recollection of what we did. The only holiday I can remember us having fun, like a proper holiday-goer, was almost exactly this time last year when we boarded a plane with first-time flyer baby girl and went to tropical Port Douglas.

Absolutely stunning location and holiday spot, I might add.

So really, that equates to approximately 365 days of no proper down time together.

365 days?! Can you see why I’m so bloody excited?!

We don’t have any plans to go away – hell, we moved to our favourite holiday spot so we could feel like we are away all year round – so we just want to enjoy our town, properly explore it and the surrounds since we haven’t had the time, and just live like a local. A local on holiday.

 

Things I plan on (us) doing:

Breakfast-ing, brunch-ing, lunch-ing, and dinner-ing, A LOT.

But first, coffee. Like on the hour, at every café possible.

Shop ’til I drop.

Beach myself like a whale.

Let baby girl go beserk at parks while we sit on the sidelines sunning it and laughing.

Bed

Catch-ups with friends

Late nights laughing and toasting

BBQ at yours truly looking out at the water

Staying up late with Hubbie

Talking to Hubbie… like, really talking. I miss this man. He’s been working too much.

 

I have specific things in mind, but they very well could end up being individual gratitude posts, so I’ll just keep them close to my chest until the day comes…

And now, it is nearing, so you won’t have to wait long. So grateful right now 🙂

 

 

#278 Catch-up posts

Very simply, I am relieved that I have finally caught up on some posts that have been gathering electronic dust on my laptop, instead of here on my blog for all to see.

You see, right before we moved house, our internet connection was disconnected prematurely. This meant that I actually didn’t post in full for 3 of my carcrashgratitude entries: #230, #231 and #232. Instead I still wrote a little caption of what the entry was about, and kept the full-length post on my computer to publish once we had moved… (the only post I didn’t write in full was #232 – I did that only minutes earlier, now – but I maintain I didn’t cheat as I still placed my gratitude thought down for the day) however I didn’t realise how long it would take to actually get internet connection at our current house. Let’s just say, thank goodness for mobile phones, because that’s how I managed to maintain my gratitude blog for a good couple of weeks.

But, now they are up, and if you’re slightly curious over them, you will find

#230 is about the surprising nostalgia of leaving the place you’ve always wanted to leave behind,

#231 is about an awesome dentist, AND

#232 is about a perfect moment, found in the most insane of times.

I’m just rapt that for one of my many pending writing projects, for this one I can say –

Tick. Complete.

🙂

#271 Laying in bed together

‘I think’ I may have mentioned that some things have been difficult as of late. One of these things has been the changed routine to baby girl’s bedtime.

You see, before we moved, I would go into her room with her… we’d do a little sing-song of the ABC displayed on her drawers, followed by her turning off the light and subsequently finding me in the dark… then I would stand by her cot and gently prod her to come over… when she did I would pick her up, put her in the cot, and then wait another few minutes while she got the last shred of energy she had out by jumping about the cot like a maniac… and then she would request some water, so I would bring some to her…

And then, she would lie down, I would kiss her forehead, whisper I love you, and creep out of the room while she fell asleep on her own.

Any non-parents wanna become parents after that description?!

Wait, it gets better…

After moving, things have clearly changed. Not only are we in a new house, but she is in a new room, downstairs, while we are upstairs. And also, I decided to start afresh and plonk her straight in a proper bed and out of her cot.

When I tried to leave her room in this house, she would simply follow me out. Well, she could. So why not? It’s a game of course, bedtime that is, and staying up and aggravating your parents is the most natural thing for a toddler to do…

So I had to change things up. Introduce a wind-down routine. We read books. At the moment, our nightly quota is 5 books. Here’s how it goes:

We read 5 books… then I tell her I’m getting her a sip of water… I get the water, while she looks around disinterested, pretending to read, staring at her Dora bedsheets… when I leave the room, she suddenly comes charging after me, now wanting the water…  I go back in her room, giving her water… she reacts very slowly, as if she has just had 10 litres of water… she eventually has water after I threaten her with something, like no more babycinos/no more beach/flies will come into her room if she doesn’t behave… one of these tactics works and after her water she lies in bed… I then turn off the light and sit at the edge of her bed until she falls asleep, and I only can guess at this by the sound of her breathing… and then I proceed to creep out of the room as stealthily as I can, Tom Cruise Mission-Impossible style, my heart racing intensely and breathing a sigh of relief when I am out.

Don’t ask me what happens if she wakes up while I’m creeping out. It’s happened twice, and it’s so frustrating.

You know, the above would actually be funny if it weren’t happening to me.

The huge difference between the two, other than the obvious varying routines from old house to new, is the fact that in old house, I could leave her to fall asleep on her own since she was in a cot and couldn’t get out… in the new house, if I leave her to fall asleep on her own, she follows me because she can… so to counteract I sit there until she is asleep.

I lose about 30 plus minutes sometimes waiting for her to fall asleep, and then subsequently acting like Tom Cruise on my exit out. That’s 30 plus minutes of writing time, catching-up-on-anything time, me time, lost. It’s not like I’m spending those 30 plus minutes doing something special, or bonding with her. I’m just hunched over, getting cramps in my legs and thinking there is no way I can keep this up when I am eventually pregnant again.

But, lately we’ve been doing something different that makes it all the more bearable.

The last couple of nights I’ve climbed into bed with her to read, instead of sitting on her toybox beside her bed. And tonight, she moved over to make some room, and patted the spot next to her as if to say “here Mum.”

It didn’t change anything about the routine itself, it still played itself out like every other night… but somehow, lying next to her and pointing to animals and letters and colours in her books, was made that much more special by our heads being so close by.

You know non-parents, you should have kids… moments like that are what we live for, and they’re the sweetest gifts there are to receive.

 

 

#247 Our first walk

Before we moved I said the following to hubbie:

“On our first day there, after the movers have left, we are dropping everything and walking to the beach!”

Well, we moved. And as we sat on our front steps watching the sunset, the movers driving off at 7pm, we stood up and went inside to wait for the pizza to arrive, and pray for the electricity to be switched on soon.

Day by day passed. Stresses and unpacking and horrible weather.

Today marks 2 weeks from moving day. I’m under the weather, but when hubbie got home from work and asked “are we taking that walk?” I got my jacket. I couldn’t say no.

Baby girl was rapt. “Deach!” she kept exclaiming, as we swung her in the air between us. And when we got there, well, this:

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Apologies for the constant coastlines. Well, not really. They are stunning. I will never tire of taking them. Each one has a unique beauty about them, even if taken from the same location, every single day.

Just as every path, even if on the same route, holds different treasures, every single time.

And now that we’ve had our first walk, I look forward to uncovering all the jewels of every future stroll…

 

 

#245 First birthday by the bay

Hubbie. Lucky bugger.

His is the first birthday we’re experiencing at our Sea change home.

Forever more, when we talk of when we moved, and when we look back on that initial box-filled, dusty-cornered, shit everywhere year, we’ll always think of his birthday as the one we celebrated first.

We can’t celebrate it to the capacity we usually would celebrate a birthday in our family, but still, we’ll have the music pumping from the stereo that’s currently propped up on unopened boxes, there’ll be piles of pizza boxes as people stand around eating from napkins, and there may even be wine drunk from plastic cups, with a pile of alcoholic bottles helping up in a corner.

Who cares?

We started the main celebrations today, on his actual birthday, at a nearby local.

(Tee hee hee).

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And it felt good.

Here’s to many more birthdays by the bay. I’m rapt. We all are.

#243 Unexpected refund

It’ll be an ongoing job of mine, for a little while anyway, to update our address and change plans/policies where required, with the various people who service us: banks, insurers, mobile companies, etc.

As I called our main car insurer today, I can’t say I was expecting a huge surplus. I knew we would get some money back in cancelling an old policy with them, but when the very lovely lady told me we would be receiving a refund for all our cars, I was so shocked I actually asked “why?”

Our new area is considered more low risk than our old one. So not only are we getting $$$ back, but safety is coming back too.

Lol. What about sexy? Is sexy coming back?

That’s right, as Prince was proclaimed to have said, it never left…;)