#835 4 year-old kinder progress

There were a lot of notes I made in my head today. All while watching baby girl.

Firstly, I love it the most when she doesn’t know I am watching her – this is for anything. Whether it’s playing with her toys at home, or playing at kinder, I gain so much by watching her nature and character unfold when she doesn’t know I’m there.

Today I watched her interact with others. As I walked towards the kinder gates, I watched her learn in the yard as she dug in the garden. I watched her run around and bolt from kid to kid, even more excitedly so since there was a visiting choir from a nearby primary school come to show off their talents, and let’s face it, try to gain more enrolments from our kinder kids in the process.

I watched amused, as she put up her hand with few others to volunteer and play some instruments – this is a room of primarily grade 1 to grade 3s – I was impressed. My girl, not intimidated? Wanting to go up there and give it a go?

I watched as she later found a friend, and they wrapped their legs around each other in a hug so that they were swaying back and forth on the swing together. I hung back, smiling, as it reminded me of my own neighbours and I at that age, swinging at our local park.

I watched with OCD-pride, as she found a toy in the sandpit, and promptly took it to its correct location at the dollhouse table.

And then as I was leaving with her for the day, I threw in a casual line to one of the teachers: “How is she going?” We were alone in the foyer. There was no one to distract her from answering.

“She’s excellent.”

Phew. Sure, she paints more than she cuts up bits of paper she said… but that’s a fun thing I’m sure we can work on together 🙂

A day where I was made grateful for my daughter’s  progress. In confidence, in learning, in playing… and in Life.

(This post comes a day late due to technical difficulties posting it from home 😉 )

 

#833 The Craft Table

What do parents want most from their kids when they are out at a function/party/catch-up?

To behave? Well yes that is to be expected…

To not go psycho/over-dramatic/warped in a tantrum-throwing way? Duh.

To eat their food so as not to be left irritated, flat and needy? Hell yes.

To not overdose on the sweets and be high as a kite for hours afterwards? (We want this but try avoid sweets with clever kids around).

But let’s really think. What would make parents the MOST happiest at a function with their kids?

Why, something to keep their curious hands BUSY.

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There is possibly no greater sigh of relief (other than the closely-contested exhale we do when we see kid-friendly chips, chicken and pizza on the party menu) than when we see our children will be kept happy, entertained and BUSY, for an infinite amount of time.

Because it means us as parents get to chill out too.

Today at one such function, it was just the basics: play doh; colouring in; and stickers. Nothing fancy, all old-school.

And yet it kept my girl entertained for the ENTIRE time.

All together now… EXHALE.

#816 Second Mother’s Day celebration at kinder

Winter had arrived early.

The cold snap was upon us. Icy winds and stay-at-home conditions meant all my running around after dropping baby girl off at kinder was definitely NOT what the doctor ordered.

The second half of the day was just as mind-numbing. A child getting progressively sick as the day wore on (I am not surprised anymore with all these grots at kinder), more freezing weather, a worsening mood brought on by stress and pressure and also, weird body feelings (please don’t let me get sick)…

Punctuated beautifully by a C U Next Tuesday of a job that meant Hubbie and I were scatter-brained and pushed to the limit this evening in trying to submit a form that HAD to be completed tonight… and it wasn’t even for us!

It wasn’t the best of days.

But the middle part, WAS. Because it was the Mother’s Day celebration at kinder day, so in amongst all of today’s crap, I got to spent some beautiful time with my baby girl, watching her play, and getting cute little gifts from her, to me.

What? What is crossroads?

Yes I like my eggs.

How often must I say I have work to do that she thinks, I actually like it?!

I must admit though, I ♥♥♥ that letter.

And my most favourite accessory of the day that I can take with me everywhere –

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Another Mum poked fun at the fact that our necklaces were so stunning, sarcastically speaking, and quietly I thought –

“I would actually wear mine out.”

It may not cost $100, and it may not be made from specially sourced and original jewels… but they were threaded by my baby girl’s hands, and that is more precious and prized than any store-bought item… 🙂

#803 New place, old feels

I was in a new place within my old ‘hood today…

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And no matter how new and improved some places become, still, the ‘feels’ remain. The emotions and memories and time spent there with loved ones, the catch-ups and stories you can tell about what happened many moons ago, well those are priceless. No amount of renovating could take that away.

I have no qualms about new and improved, and renovations. Noooo, siree. I caught up with an old work friend in the new entertainment eatery section of Westfield in Plenty Valley, and while baby girl had a ball climbing in the above NEW suspended rope tunnels in the funky outdoor area, I enjoyed a bird and brie burger from an eatery which may or may not have been there before… but it was still all NEW to me.

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I am happy for changing and for trying new things, embracing what is ahead while still holding onto what is dear to me from the past. That was what was representative of today.

And over time, those new places give you new feels, which over time turn into old feels… and that’s how memories are made 🙂

#802 Parcels of boy/joy

I placed the order at least a month ago. Not long ago I got 1 out of the 2 parcels I was expecting, and then I proceeded to wait… and wait… and wait…

I started to worry the second package had gotten lost in the mail, so I went through my junk mail folder to find a confirmation email from the supplier that had a tracking code for my parcel.

I would click on it every day, and watch the status update:

Arrived and processed in NSW Australia Post

Arrived and processed in Sunshine Australia Post…

I watched and waited, eagerly waiting for the next heading underneath to light up.

Today it did.

Your order will be delivered today!

So, when I saw a Fast Track van come to a stop near our house after I had picked up baby girl from kinder today, I wasted no time.

I mean, we had waited a month for this. Hubbie was home for lunch too, and there was no way I was letting him miss out. This, would be GOLD. I ran off to a closet where I had stashed the first, unopened parcel, and then ran into baby girl’s play area to find two of her dolls – Anna from Frozen and Rapunzel from Tangled.

Because you see, I wasn’t excited about a parcel or special something I had ordered for myself… even something for Hubbie… but the object of my wild anticipation at crazy happiness was for our little girl. A little girl, who would no doubt have a big reaction at what she didn’t know was coming.

Because two of our girl’s favourite dolls, were getting BOYFRIENDS today.

Baby girl had expressed sadness some time ago that in playing with her dolls, she couldn’t marry off Rapunzel and Anna to their on-screen movie beaus – that being Eugene and Kristoff. Although what she calls them are the girls ‘best friends’ – aww, so perfectly fitting when you think about it. There were none to be found in any toy shops we visited, and I knew there and then that they would undoubtedly be found online, but of course, for a $.

I found them for a somewhat ‘ok’ price. And all of this time, feigning that I didn’t know how to find them, that we had to keep looking, pretending it wouldn’t happen, I was secretly brimming with helpless excitement, at the thought of baby girl LOSING HER FREAKING MIND.

And she did. I brought over her dolls and told her they wanted to look in the boxes – the presents were for them, NOT for baby girl. Baby girl protested, even though she was clueless to the contents “yes it is for me!”

“Are you sure?” I asked cheekily as I slit the tape from the boxes to make it easier for her to open.

OH THE SCREAMS! The high-pitch! Her high voice already makes me deaf, and today I was made more so. Watching her losing it over dolls she wasn’t expecting AT ALL, especially today, was such a joy to witness, I laughed out loud during it all. SO WORTH IT.

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You can be sure we spent most of the day following the delivery playing with her dolls… and after all of her earlier fanfare, she tells me now that Eugene and Kristoff DON’T want to marry their girls.

Ha. Typical boys.

 

 

#790 Rainy day play date

It’s raining. It’s pouring. But unlike the nursery rhyme, the old man ain’t snoring, because he can’t bloody sleep for all of the ravaging and high-pitched wind squeals running around the house.

It was a great day, to stay indoors, yes. That was plainly obvious. You could rug up, put on the heater (first time this year I might add) and just chill on the couch, watch TV shows, play with Lego, you know, all that jazz…

Or.

OR… you could stick a right royal middle finger up to the horrible weather, and say “you won’t keep me down!”

Yes, yes that’s what we did today. We braved the weather with beanies and jackets, and headed on down to meet up with baby girl’s 3rd cousin (yes 3rd, it’s a big family) to the place where I did my first review as part of the local blogger’s group I had then joined… The Hungry Peacock.

Or should I say The Busy Peacock. They ‘busied’ themselves for 45 minutes, going OCD on these swinging bowling bags that could hit pins, balls that sloped down a track, pushing a sequined fabric first in the grain… then against the grain, and also some arts and crafts activities, alongside many many more activities.

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(The highly entertaining ‘swinging bags’)

We rushed to the adjoining cafe through the rain, for some snacks after the fact, and the girls played about some more.

And what I was almost, almost, most grateful for? We received our food and coffee…

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just as the lights went out in the entire café. From the wild storm. I actually didn’t care. I had my coffee. I was good.

To do nothing on a rainy day is so satisfying, hell knows I have done it a hundred times. But to do something, and get out and about, have fun, and still be undercover, even as the lights go out?

There is a certain satisfaction in that. 😉

 

#782 Big girl at the park

You don’t notice it in the slow, incremental, every day of every week of every month moments.

Rather, it happens when you step back from where you are, and remember where you were, years ago. Or in today’s case, where baby girl was.

We were at my parents house, and my Mum and I had ventured over to take baby girl to the nearby park. She excitedly went through ALL the playground apparatuses. She climbed using a chain up a steep incline; walked across a horizontal ladder raised high off the ground; and the toughest one of the lot, walked across a bridge of precarious and wonky chains to get to the other side.

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Not only did she go through ALL the playground gizmos, but she did so successfully, and by herself. And in that moment I realised, my little girl, my always baby girl, my princess, was getting older, and was able to do things by herself, without me.

It was bittersweet, but mostly a happy moment for me. And it was as much recognition as it was gratitude for what I saw today. I was pleased for her. I was pleased for US.

And just because, here’s a photo of her on the swings, which she took off on by herself… she has been successfully swinging by herself for quite a while now. And I love the photo more, because if you look close enough, Mum and I are in it too…

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