#423 Playing alongside plaques

Today was a gorgeous day. After visiting Hubbie at work for lunch, I promised baby girl a park visit. She made sure I stayed on track, that I didn’t detour anywhere else, and that our path led straight to one of our favourite parks in Mornington, aptly named Mornington Park.

The park is vast, there is a huge pirate ship contraption which ideally looks out at the sea beyond it, true to its theme; there are rides and playground activities aplenty; a huge field to play sport and kick ball on; public toilets; many barbeque facilities; and just as many places to feast and relax upon. It is a truly playful, yet serene place to be.

And as we got onto the grounds, walking in the brilliant Autumn sunshine, baby girl happened across a circular brick setting holding a kind of flagpole, and in true toddler style just had to jump up onto it. Placed around the circular bricks were various plaques showcasing some of the town’s prominent people, dates and events, and as baby girl ran around the flagpole, mucking about, I read.

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I just love the fact of being in such an idyllic and historic town where so much has happened before us, so many momentous occasions and historic events, and now we, were also going to be part of its long-standing history.

I also hope, in an idyllic and wonderfully momentous and historic way.

And then, playing on the grounds we went…

 

#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 🙂

 

 

#304 Relaxing on Christmas Eve

It came in many forms today:

*Watching baby girl play at the park today in the beautiful summer sunshine

*Making a cheesecake for Christmas Day tomorrow

*Watching baby girl splash about with her outdoor activity table in our yard

*Having a leisurely coffee with Hubbie and baby girl in our yard as well, at the laid back time of 6pm

But my most favourite relaxing moment was when we were eating ice cream on the couch together at the end of the night, watching Carols by Candlelight on the TV.

We were all awake (many times Hubbie has been asleep on the couch for Christmas Eve, from the mammoth butcher week that had passed), we were all together, and most importantly, that made us all blessed.

It’s the little things people. They ARE the biggest and best things.

It’s officially past midnight for my 24 Dec post, so I can now say Merry Christmas to ALL! Hope your day is filled with sunshine, love, laughter, and beautiful people.

Make the most of your day. Eat and drink EVERYTHING. Be Merry.

And enjoy life. Make the most of this festive day, no matter what that may be. Do what makes you happy.

As Hubbie says “we’re live!”

:):):)

 

#269 We went into 3 shops…

There is a whole swagger of gourmet, eccentric, specialty, exclusive and decorative shops running up the Main street. This is kind of like heaven to me. I would do almost anything to spend an indefinite amount of time on this strip, meandering around, taking my sweet, sweet time, thinking of what piece to buy for whom, interjecting it all with regular doses of caffeine and abundantly generous salad rolls thrown in between the designer, one-of-a-kind shops that are so prevalent beach-side.

However I am still, one month after moving here to our Sea change location, waiting to do the above.

In recent months, baby girl has become especially difficult when it comes to shopping. Unless we are going into a toy shop, or I am ordering something along the lines of “babycino with marshmallows” she will just not have it. She’ll outright refuse entry into said shop, will scream, and even has laid down on the ground when I have tried to pull her in.

You can imagine how this scene looks like. Desperate Mum pulling a screaming baby girl into a specialty high-end shop.

Yep. Screaming kid plus $$$ shop = not a good combo.

So half the time I give up. Go home. I’m a hopeful idiot. I swear against going out, and then the next day I think ‘maybe if I let her go on the playground first/go into the toy shop/buy her a babycino, she will let me go into some of those nice shops.’

I wager. I beg. I plead. I threaten. And most of the time, she gets all the above things, plus more, and I get Jack squat. Nothing. No shopping for me. Delaying her wishes of getting a babycino or going to the shopping centre playground doesn’t work either, because if I go into a shop I like first, it’s like she isn’t happy straight off the bat, and won’t do anything. I need to set her up, happy, to get a happy reaction later on.

Only I’m not getting a happy reaction later on. I’m just getting a disobedient one.

It’s really frustrating.

I woke up a hopeful idiot again today. I’ve been thinking about how when she is well-slept and well-fed, she is easier to manage.

So we went to the Main street. And in the car…

“Now baby girl. We are going to the BIG park. The BIG park, next to the beach!”

“Big Park!” she imitates.

“Yes. But you have to be a good girl, Mummy has to go into a few shops first, maybe 5, and you get to have biscuits… then we go to the BIG park, ok?”

“Yeah.” She nods.

“Remember? You have to be a good girl, and LISTEN to Mum… and you get biscuits! Then you get the park after some shops, ok?”

So, like my post title tells you, we went into 3 shops. I could have bought stuff in all 3 of them, but I didn’t. Baby steps. I’ll have to go back with Hubbie so he watches her while I secure those deals. But I did my Christmas research, had my longed-for sticky beak, and even though it was trying as I kept her curious hands from touching too much, instead filling them with mini rice puffs, I got to see 3 shops.

3 out of 300 (or so it seems).

Baby steps. I’m getting somewhere. Baby steps. I should finish my Christmas shopping by next May at this stage…

 

#257 3 gals at the BIG park

We’re all about parks aren’t we? Today yes, we went to a park that I’ve been wanting to take baby girl to for a while now. Since my parents told me about the new one that had been built just a 5 minute walk down their street, I knew I had to go.

And today was the perfect opportunity. I was at my parents’ for my Mum’s actual birthday, and after a bite to eat, Mum, baby girl and I walked on over to check it out.

Baby girl screamed in delight when we turned the corner and it came into view. It was big, new and I was impressed with all the playground novelty. Immediately baby girl dragged me over to the see-saw to be flung into the air against my adult body.

It was short, but very, very sweet. It was exceptionally windy, overcast, with rain threatening to pour at any second. And it did start to drizzle while we were there, intermittently, cutting short our park trip. But it was fantastic. Watching my Mum and baby girl go down the slides side by side, baby girl dragging her onto the see-saw as well, the two of them running about the place… it was priceless.

It was not park weather. But I had the best company, which made the park visit absolutely perfect.

I am grateful to big parks with perfect company 🙂

#253 Finally… ducted heating.

My precious.

There are actually quite a few things that I’m fortunately feeling grateful for at this still-kinda-early-into-the-day hour of 5pm. However, with one expression of gratefulness being the avenue of relief, my profound sense of relieve-ment comes from the fact that we now have ducted heating.

Angels sing!

It comes coincidentally (there is no such thing) on a bright and beautiful Spring day where I took a very pleasing walk to the park and beach with baby girl, the kind of walk where the heat makes you wonder how you will ever get home through the tiredness and unrelenting heat haze.

Still. This morning as it was confirmed the heater was A, OK, and the gas man went on his merry way to make more people who were gas-miserable like me happy, although the morning showed small sneak peeks of sparkling Spring  ahead, I ignored the sunshine and left the ducted heating on, much longer than it was even necessary.

Just because. Because I can. And because walking from room to room and being in comfortable warmness, is such a pleasant reality compared to the biting and stark cold days that I’ve spent walking through our house the last few weeks.

Ahhh. I am rapt.

 

#244 Windy views

Baby girl’s nose was sniffly, the air was moving right through me, and yet despite the extreme force of the wind whacking our hair about, we were all smiles at this:

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“Deach!” As baby girl yells in reference to the bay before us. We were at the end of the main street, looking at the beach below us, and after some miserably wet days, it was a sight for sore eyes. It was beautiful.

Breezy, but beautiful.

Then off to the park we went…