Baby girl and I were both rapt, when upon getting to her gymnastics class this evening, she had waiting for her, her own leotard!
They get made to size, and you can pick the front and back design. No surprises at all that baby girl last week chose this bright swirl of colours, with a bright pink back… and when we tried it on today before her class started?
SQUEALING! And from baby girl too!
She didn’t even want to take it off when she came home, wearing it all through dinner.
It was Easter Hat parade day at baby girl’s school!
It was honestly such a joy to watch.
This time last year they were homeschooling and being told to make a hat to parade around home…
This year they could get creative again, but show it off at school in style!
I honestly love the school. During the parade event they make Easter jokes, there’s an Easter raffle, human-sized puppets in the form of Olaf and Mario make their way around to greet the kids, and even the police arrive in their crime scene van with sirens blazing to bring the main man.
Or should I say, the main BUNNY.
It was an Easter love fest, and the icing on the hot cross bun was watching the kids proudly showcase their hats as they walked around the oval, baby girl included. 😍
The Easter inspiration continued tonight. The sky was vibrant, reminding me of a rainbow, just without those segmented arcs of colour. And then we took a late walk around the block, and as it got darker, it was still beautiful.
At first I really wanted to bring baby girl along with me.
But the coronavirus restrictions imposing a guest limit, turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Of course the thought of her being there beside me made me happy. It was a bridal shower. It was a girls girls girls afternoon out, with pretty and dainty cakes, various tones of mauve and blush, and a beautiful entry into the delicate, finer and charming things in life.
But like I’d said. Restrictions on numbers meant adults only.
Days leading up to the event, it dawned on me.
Hell yeah! I deserved a beautiful afternoon out where I could relax and enjoy, indulging in some fine food, gorgeous company and pretty surroundings.
Sans child. Without the usual –
“Put that down!”
“Don’t touch the cake, it’s not time yet!”
“Keep your voice down!”
“For the love of God, stop!”
And so I did. I had a beautiful afternoon as expected. It was relaxed and leisurely, sunny and funny, and perfect for a Sunday in December.
Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had a great day.
Hubbie and baby girl ended up having a Daddy-Daughter day.
Like I said, blessing in disguise, for us ALL.
Because they don’t get a lot of time, just them two, together. It’s usually baby girl and I, and a couple of days a week it’s all 3 of us…
So today was kinda special. 😍
They did grocery shopping. They bought my Chrissie pressie… and kept the secret to themselves.
She scrapped her knee running, and cried. He picked her up, put Dettol on her wounds, and bandaged them up.
She talked and talked and talked. She told him things, he listened. He admired how much she’s grown.
How much she is growing up each and every day.
And this evening, as I watched her apply the brand new lip balm that her Dad had bought her, on him NO LESS, well I got a little emotional.
But she ain’t afraid to step outside of the box either.
Why I was telling her “you might get in trouble,” and “what if the principal sees and gets upset,” is beyond me.
Let her be a REBEL.
Well, she got the idea from her friend. Her friend wore one of these pink hair extensions to school earlier in the week because it was her birthday, and baby girl, well, being a 7 year-old that thinks things are limitless, said “can I have one?”
A few days later, her friend actually brought her one to school.
I know! Awww.
So, I fastened it in this morning. She wore it proudly, checking her hair out in the mirror at home.
I picked her up this afternoon, waiting outside the school fence like all covid-safe obliging parents, watching as she started to walk out of her classroom.
Then she stopped. Pulled out one ponytail.
Pulled out another.
Shook her hair out.
And then proceeded to walk over.
She’s already letting her hair out? Already? And she’s only 7?
Tonight’s humorous appreciation moment courtesy of baby girl.
I went to get changed in my pjs this evening, and of course my mini-me followed.
“Oooh, is that a bra?” she asked as I flung it onto the bed.
“I like the pink.”
“Can I put it on?”
I smiled. “Sure.”
I got her hands through both straps over her PJ top, and went to clasp the back together. She stood back proudly, looking at herself in the mirror, reminding me of Madonna in her Jean Paul Gaultier, so big and out of place it looked on her, and started singing –