#1437 Melbourne Monopoly

I was so excited to come home with the tattered and old board game.

It came from the depths of my parents’ garage, and the game in question was Monopoly.

I had played it oh so many times in my childhood, and I planned to again… with my family, introducing it to a newbie in baby girl.

But then today while clearing out a cupboard, I came across MORE board games, and realised…

I had a newer version – Melbourne Monopoly.

Years ago for Christmas I had gotten it from Hubbie when the special city edition was released. I was so excited then…

But never played it! Never even tried to look at it…

‘Til tonight!


Monopoly was on the cards alright. We didn’t play until someone was bankrupt (baby steps for baby girl) pulling the pin early because hey, the game takes sooo long anyway… but we already had our first little hissy fit.

Baby girl didn’t want to pack the cards away, wanting to keep the pink strip of cards… Because PINK.

The strip in question? It includes iconic spots like the Chapel Street precinct and the Emporium in Melbourne.

Of course. It had to be shopping related.

#1383 The (no) friend game

It’s not pleasant as a parent to hear that your child hasn’t had the best day.

Worse still, when they say “I wanted to play with them and they wouldn’t let me.”

It still stings to write and think about, and this is a story in hindsight.

But it happened, and it happens, and unfortunately it’s one of those things that will continue to happen, for almost all kids at one time or another in their schooling life.

Baby girl told me the above yesterday, and it ate me up WHOLE. I feel so intrinsically connected to her that I myself was slighted by the fact that some girls hadn’t let her play with them, and she’d had to succumb to playing on her own.

Hubbie told me what he always tells me: “it’s how kids are. They can be shitty.”

Yeah, I get it. It doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.

Seriously, it is so much harder for the parents. Kids are fairly resilient. Although baby girl pointedly told me what happened, it didn’t seem to affect her mood or disposition, and I had to remember that out of all the days of the year she had been at school so far, she had said something like the above, only a handful of times.

So, where is my gratitude? Well today she told me she played hide and seek, tag, and red light green light with half her class. I was grateful to hear she had a good day, grateful that she had friends to play with, and grateful that, most of the time, she is a lot tougher than me. β™₯

#1315 On the first day of school holidays…

… Baby girl and I saw,

The very people we weren’t meant to for 2 weeks. 🀭

Ok, so rhyme, failed. I found it funny though, that the day after we said

β€œbye routine!”

”bye friends!”

”bye school!”

Well, we didn’t see routine, or school… but we saw friends. πŸ₯³

It was all good, it was all wonderful. A birthday party at a play centre, jumping and running and skipping, fairy bread and rainbow cake…

And a great first day was had.

We are pooped. Day 1, done. βœ”οΈ

#1291 Wednesdays times 2

Watch out Wednesdays… Hubbie and I are here.

And when the child is away (at school)…

The parents, will play.

On my first Wednesday where the alarm DIDN’T wake me at 5am, well Hubbie and I dropped off baby girl at school, and then…

We went and got TWO coffees –


We walked up and down the Main street.

Laughed our arses off at a giant gorilla statue in Bunnings (i.e. “majmun” πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†) and how if we actually got the $700 thing to deter Mister F from going near our bird, it would in fact give our bird Orange-cheeks a heart attack. πŸ€”πŸ˜† (p.s. we DIDN’T get the majmun πŸ΅πŸ΅πŸ΅πŸ’²πŸ’²πŸ’²)

We bought like 6 POTS… because.

We looked at doors.

Then we had 2 SOUPS.



Pampering, productive, bonding time. It went too quick for sure, but there is always next Wednesday, and we are making up for lost time…

So there will be plenty more coffee. πŸ˜‰


#1153 School holiday ‘me time’

Any parent will tell you ‘me time,’ and ‘school holidays’ are not usually synonymous with one another. We are kept busy keeping our littlies, busy, entertained, happy… the list goes on. God help us if we hear those awful words:

“I’m BORED.”

By then, it is too late.

I am already finding it a struggle to keep up with my online writing course as baby girl plays next to me these last few days. I can’t do everything at night: I want to be clear, and focused at the task. She plays with her dolls, she acts out their voices and screeches out whole play-scenarios, all while the online tutor is telling me via audio file something about, first-person, or is it third-person point of view…?

“Baby girl will you quieten down a little?” as I pause the audio and go back for like, the third time.

But today I ended up finding a moment to myself when I least expected it. I had to do some things at a local homemaker centre… and there is this really nice cafΓ© in the middle of it.

So of course, first, COFFEE.

But as I was placing our order, baby girl took off with our table number and headed outside. I knew she was keen on getting into the play area just to the side of the outdoor seating.

By the time I made it out there, she was IN the gated play area, sitting on the floor next to a girl about her age, chatting like they were old friends, as they took off their sandals getting ready to run around.

Oh geez πŸ™‚ β™₯

But I left her. It was her school holidays after all… and she had just made, as she told me later “a very good friend.” πŸ˜‰

I didn’t call her when our drinks and treats arrived…


And I didn’t call her as I sipped on my cappuccino and took the first bite of my cream-filled cronut either.

In the nicest possible way, I was like, F*&k it.

I know my girl. Playing with someone was high on her priority list, and while placed alongside the choice of having her babycino and gingerbread man, I was 150% sure which one she would choose. I waited all the way until I was half way through my coffee, to walk a few steps, and not tell her to join me…

But just, to let her know.

And then I headed back, heaved a big sigh of relief, and told myself.

“Freaking enjoy this. Baby girl is happy and entertained. I am relaxed and chilled. My work here is done.”


(She later ran over for a quick few bites of her gingerbread and scull of her water before running back with her new friend to commence play).


#1152 Play date at a new Play centre

School holiday time, means catch-up with the regulars time.

And by no means did we go to a ‘new’ play centre… but it was still novel to us.

And this time, there were 3. Bab girl had as much fun playing with her cousin her age, as they chased each other up and down the indoor play area, as she did doting over her little cousin and letting her help prepare in the play-pretend kitchen.



It was a great day. Plenty to see and do for the kids, many structured activities to literally move through…


And we stayed over 3 hours! Evidence of the fun had by ALL.

I love, that these girls will grow up continuing to make these beautiful memories… and so ’til next time… β™₯β™₯β™₯


#1098 Simple but best burgers

The highlight of tonight came as we were all crowded around some home-made burgers.


And it wasn’t the burgers alone that made the night great, but what those burgers represented.

Great company with family friends we haven’t caught up with in a long while.

Great conversation – the type where there are two lines of dialogue running at the same time.

And last but not least… 4 gorgeous kiddos munching at a mini table beside us, happily devouring their burgers…Β  baby girl one of them. 😍

The burgers were simple, good. Wholesome, healthy, tasty.

Some of the best things in life are simple, right?

And if simple equates to the best…

Well then the kids playing, our d&ms and these gourmet burgers made this night tops πŸ‘