#1872 Pretty and pink

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.

Perfect for Easter. 💖🐇

#1820 Pink and grey up there

Things are so often muddled in life.

It’s neither here, or there.

It’s neither black or white.

Right or left.

Correct or wrong.

Up or down.

Happy or sad.

Rather, it’s a whole lot of GREY.

So much of it is in the middle. In that really confusing, uncertain, unknown place known as limbo.

Yes. That’s where most of life, most of us, most of everything, LIES.

And yet amongst all of this, there is also HOPE.

In the form, of PINK.

Check out tonight’s sunset. Such interesting cloud formations. Stripes of fluoro through the sky.

It makes one think, that maybe things can one day be…

Here.

White.

Right.

Correct.

Up, and lastly…

HAPPY.

#1771 ‘My’ day, ‘their’ day

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!”

“SHHHHHH!”

“For the love of God, stop!”

Yeah, that.

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.

Leaving them alone was the best idea ever. 💖💖

#1741 Day 243 of getting there: Already a rebel

She tends to stay within the boundaries…

She listens to the rules…

She does what she is meant to… most of the time.

BUT.

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.

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?

I’m in trouble.

(I actually love it!)

#1677 Day 179 of getting there: the aura in the sunset

I know I’ve taught my mini-me well, when she comes running in the house after jumping on the trampoline, yelling “Mama, you have to take a photo of the sunset.”

I slowly went to look out the window… then I too yelled “Quick baby girl, upstairs!”

She was 100% right. Look at those beautiful colours. It’s like the sky has an aura.

Of course if has an aura. One of infinite beauty and possibility. 💖🌅

#1614 Day 116 of getting there: Bras n’ things

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.

“Yep.”

“I like the pink.”

“Thanks honey.”

“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 –

“I have a bra!

I have big boobies!

I have a bra!

I have big boobies!”

OH GOSH. Only seconds later, and –

“Can you take this off? It’s annoying me.”

SPOKEN LIKE A REAL WOMAN!

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#1547 Day 49 of getting there: all I need on Mother’s Day

Of course it was always going to be a different Mother’s Day, but it’s not the first I’ve spent away from my Mum and sister… it’s happened before.

Nonetheless, I knew it might be a hard one… and yet the attention and care of my baby girl and Hubbie made me feel so loved and doted on all day.

She gave me a billion ‘Happy Mother’s Day’s, kissed and hugged me countless times, and wanted to make sure I was having the best day.

I had face time with my Mum, and my sister. Seeing both their faces made my heart so warm.❤❤❤

I don’t care all that much for the presents. All I want are the words.

The words give me all the feels.

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And the pink. Pink is good too on a day like today. ♥

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What gives me the greatest joy though, are the simple things…

Like just the mere fact, that because of her, I am a Mother.

All because of baby girl. 😍

So today, as I thank my Mum for giving me the best upbringing, with unconditional love, care and affection…

I also thank baby girl for making me a Mum. And making me the happiest woman in the world. 🥰🥰🥰

#1452 “Live baby live!” in the car

For Melburnians out there (and anyone listening to digital radio online) did you know that the station GOLD 104.3 is not GOLD 104.3 anymore?

Okay, kinda not true. So the name ‘GOLD’ remains in the station title. But their vision has changed… because in fact, there are no ‘golden oldies’ as they used to call them.

They have like, everything now.

They have Michael Jackson… the 80s. (Whoops the 80s are now 40 years ago! 😮😱).

They have Michael Buble (now that is a more recent artist 🎵).

And I’ve even heard them play Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca (crap, that’s 19 years old if I think carefully about it… 🤔)

But they do play artists like Pink as well, so take that. 😏

My point is, they aren’t as OLD as they used to be. (Or maybe I’m catching up? 😂).

Anyway, I enjoy the throwbacks, and Gold found it’s way out of the car speakers once again today as we drove across town. Baby girl was at school, Hubbie and I were driving to service his car, and the sun was SHINING. 🌞

We had just finished our Macca’s drive-through coffees (no coffee snobbery allowed when you are short on time) so were kinda high on LIFE. ☕

One song finished and the radio station did that little promo thing, where they promote themselves in a 5 second ad… and I could hear the familiar music of the next song starting to creep out of the closing ad, slowly increasing.

“Oh!” We both said.

I reached for the volume and turned it up to like 50. 🔊

Windows down. Sun streaming through the windows. And then we sang along with Michael Hutchence as he belted –

“LIVE BABY LIVE! Now that the day is over.”

Oh! What an opening! What words, what power, what amazing music! ❤

We were totally pumped for the rest of the song. Jumping in the car like the crowd at Wembley! The timing was perfect. We enjoyed the noise blasting out of the car speakers, and when it was over we were devoid of any hearing capacity, but we were happy.

Happy, pumped and deaf. But most importantly, happy. 🙂 👂😁

It was GOLD. 🌟

 

#1444 Reminiscing yet looking forward

I know there are so many parents out there counting down the minutes until their brood is booted off to school for another year.

And as much as I fall into this category many times during the year, a part of me ain’t feeling it tonight.

We had such a great summer.

Today was so bittersweet. I was thinking of all the routine, school lunches, rushing out the door, urging baby girl to GET OUT OF BED, and then oh God, those Winter mornings… so far away and yet so INEVITABLE.

Ugh.

Baby girl and I enjoyed a babycino/coffee break on the balcony today, which seemed like a fitting holiday send-off before a new school year.

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And then tonight, after we checked her uniform and got her lunchbox requests sorted, I spotted the remnants of a stunning sunset.

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A truly beautiful sky. Wisps of barely-there clouds floating through the middle, seemingly connecting the heavens to the earth…

Our dreams and wishes to us mere mortals?

Here’s hoping for a superb year that is more sweet than it is bitter. ♥