#1427 Saturday Night In no. 8

A Saturday night in, but a loud, passionate and fun one with the best company.

It can get a little crazy.

It can get a little noisy.

And it can get a little rowdy, but that’s how things are when we combine, us with sis and bro-in-law, and best man and fam.

The kids will be running around the house at full speed, (and I don’t know how they don’t collect themselves on corners more often) flying past us adults gathered around the kitchen island, clicking glasses and listening to the latest tune selected that is blasting out of the portable speaker.

It’s love.

No really, it is. We were singing “That’s Amore” with booming voices, swaying to and fro and laughing at ourselves.

“When the world seems to shine

Like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore.”

It sure is. ❀🍷πŸ₯‚πŸ»πŸŽΆ

#1408 Fa la la la gingerbread

Christmas vibes only.

Christmas stuff is making me happy.

My recent Christmas songs post has put good tunes in my head, poetic words of an Aussie Christmas surround my soul, and then there is the Fa la la la la top I’ve been wearing every day up to the festive day.

And gingerbread. I am happy with how the gingerbread baking turned out.

The biggest fan of it though is baby girl. She absolutely adores it… my gingerbread that is. Just today she was making all the sounds, doing the “mmm hmm” as she nom nom nommed through a giant gingerbread man-shaped biscuit, and she turned to me and said –

“Mama, I love you gingerbread more than the shop gingerbread.”

WINNING.

#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert.Β πŸŽ„πŸŽΆ

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

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Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to πŸ˜‚)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I evenΒ loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

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#1390 The real piano deal

So we got an upgrade today.

We got an upgrade, to a REAL piano.

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Honestly I don’t know how this happened… how did this happen? In the most bizarre of ways, that’s how.

Sis recently got herself a piano, being fortunate enough to get it passed down to her… and just the other day she called and was like “I got you a piano.”

JUST. LIKE. THAT.

There seems to be musical keys hovering around her and our family lately. She was telling a friend about her recent good piano fortune, and lo and behold, that friend’s parents were also eager to get rid of the piano they have had for over 30 years.

Woah.

I don’t get it. Is the key to getting something, being to not want something? Not as in ‘not want it,’ but as in –

wasn’t prepared,

wasn’t expecting,

wasn’t hoping,

wasn’t planning,

wasn’t even thinking…

Is that how we attract things to us?

I still don’t get it.

Nevertheless, as of today we have this 200 kg piece of 30 year-old furniture in our house… and a girl who is most definitely doing piano lessons now whether she likes it or not! πŸ˜‰

As for the piano-keyboard originally gifted to us by sister and bro-in-law…

Well it needs a new home doesn’t it.

Any takers? πŸ™‚

#1389 The Tunes!

“TUNE!”

It’s what Hubbie yells when a great song comes on the radio.

But today it was me getting excited by the music. We had just been Christmas shopping, and our efforts had been great… we got a lot of stuff including baby girl’s pressies, which was timely seeing as she was at school and had NO IDEA.

On a high from being so Christmas productive, I was happy to hear a song come on the radio, and I immediately turned it up.

“Best movie ending ever,” I said to Hubbie excitedly. “How great is the climax? He comes back after being rejected from the dance company, rejected by her Dad, and he rebels against it ALL, takes her hand, on-stage, and brings the house down as they start to dance.”

“Then the bosses realises,” I still rambled, “‘hey, the holiday-ers actually like this stuff,’ and her Dad goes ‘oh I was wrong about him,’ and it is just sooooo satisfying!”

What movie am I talking about? You should know by now.

Time of my Life, from the ‘Dirty Dancing’ soundtrack.

As if that wasn’t enough to get me happy… as soon as it ended, another great song.

I turned the volume up really high. The max I usually have it on is about 16, maybe 17 or 18 if I’m really excited and driving down the freeway on a hot night with the windows open.

And that’s still loud.

Today I turned it up to 20.Β Hubbie thought the speakers might burst.

But you know, all great songs MUST be played really loud. Like this one:

INXS’ Don’t Change. I absolutely love this song. I love the cyclical 80s film clip. I love the way Michael Hutchence dances. I love the band’s youthfulness and open disregard for structure and rules. I love the time it encapsulates, but most of all I love how it’s just a really awesome song and has some great words which you should learn and sing along to too…

“Resolution of happiness

Things have been dark for too long

Don’t change for you

Don’t change a thing for me…”

#1379 The little festive tree

Last night the big tree… tonight the little tree.

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I think it was when we first moved here that I went out and got the small Christmas tree for baby girl’s room. It just made sense.

  1. We LOVE Christmas.
  2. She can decorate it however she likes and I give her full creative control (knowing that is my card to pull when she tries to take over the decorating of the ‘main’ tree)
  3. Martha Stewart has like 3 trees in ‘one’ of her homes… we love Christmas, remember???

We spread out the decorations we’ve accumulated over the years and baby girl got to decorating. I just sat on her bed, and watched. πŸ™‚

She had so much fun, gained such joy in the act, and now her room is all Christmas-y.

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”

#1378 Squeezing in the tree on Saturday night

Today was my off day, my break from doing something, anything.

Actually it was imposed upon me. I didn’t choose to catch a cold just before December. But alas Rudolph nose, flemmy throat and snots galore are here to give me festive cheer.

Let’s not forget the bouts of weakness interspersed with aches and pains. Nooo.Β 

I would have much rather been entertaining family and friends… but shit happens.

I was, and still am, out for the count.

But I got inspired, for a moment. Hubble was going crazy moving pots and plants outside, and then moving furniture inside the house…

So I asked him to take some big bags out for me from under the stairs…

And we put up the Christmas tree! πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ€ΆπŸŽ

Yes, on the 23rd of November, thank you very much.

Baby girl then told me that her school bestie already had put up her tree, and I was like “shame on us for taking so long!”

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Before anyone has a heart attack… it’s JUST the tree. The bare basics. I have all our Christmas bags and decorations in corners of the room to tend to throughout the week.

Because this is, a process. A journey. I like to take my time, put the baubles up with care, hang decorations from the ceiling, and light up the walls wherever I go… to Buble, Mariah and Sia contemporarily caroling in the background. 🎢

It is an experience to be enjoyed.

I don’t do it early, just because I want to. I do it because I’m usually really busy in the first week of December. And having done the same last year and put up the tree in late November, I felt so in front, and so organised with Christmas… that now it’s a thing.

Once the tree was up however, I was on the couch passed out again. Just as well I do this slowly…

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