#825 A Royal Party

We had a few things to celebrate tonight.

It was my Dad’s birthday this week.

So too was it my parents wedding anniversary.

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And then there was the little matter of… crowns.

My family and I gathered excitedly around the TV in my parents’ lounge room as the royal proceedings commenced after dinner.

Or should I say, I gathered excitedly. I wasn’t the only one surprised by my sudden outburst at seeing Megan’s ex-workmates from Suits donning their finest scrubs as they rocked up to the wedding of the future Duchess of Sussex.

My family, more so Hubbie, was quite baffled at my sudden revert back to my 16 year-old self as I yelled excitedly “it’s Harvey! Harvey’s here! And Mike! And that one who was in Angel too!”

You know how when you watch a show for a while and grow to love its characters, you start to feel like you know them? Even more, they are like your friends?

Well Rachel Megan and her Suits pals were my buddies… and then she met Prince Harry.

Awww. ♥♥♥

Needless to say I have loved this story and their budding romance EVER SINCE.

And yet still, when I went teenage hormonal tonight like I was at a rock concert, I even surprised myself.

‘Huh. So I am excited then aren’t I?!’

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Let’s face it, when are we going to see another Royal wedding like this? Maybe in 20 years time, when William and Kate’s kids walk down the aisle… so put that into perspective. These things don’t come around often, and it’s pretty cool that we were able to watch it tonight.

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Ahh, princesses. Princes. Weddings. Dashing lads and beautiful brides. And watching someone you admire from afar, get married… it was almost as good as a Suits eps.

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And our family affair of celebrations was ramped up a notch with some opportune headwear…

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And cake too 😉

 

 

#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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#755 Perfect Princess Pampering

Until you are a parent, I think you can’t really understand how seeing your child happy, makes you so happy. Parents are so selfless in this way, going the extra mile, making that extra bit of effort, and going to all ends of the earth, just to see a smile, on an toddler’s often temperamental, dial.

I mean, you don’t even need a special occasion. When baby girl’s cousin’s Mum (whew!) messaged me and showed me some deets for a place that does little girl pampering sessions…

Well, I was sold as soon as I saw the pink bathrobes.

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OMG. Like, they could not get any cuter. Our motherly hands and feet were not touched, nor was our hair tended to, drinks provided, and no we did not have Sex and the City on in the background. Instead,

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How perfect. Did they know baby girl was in the midst of a massive ongoing Moana marathon?

Watching the girls faces as they got their nails painted, their hair braided, and enjoyed a cupcake and some drink while taking in all of the princess-y comforts, well, it made our hearts sing with happiness.

And the patience? Oh, the patience! They listened and sat still and waited as their female needs were attended to, not once acting like normal 4 year olds who can’t sit still!

What gives? Baby girl, care to be like this at home with me?!

Following their session we walked around the corner to enjoy some pizza and chicken and chips, where the drawings to colour-in just kept on coming. VERY kid friendly.

It was the most perfect of princess pampering days, and the cuteness… please… I can’t, it is so damn cute.

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I love it. I love it so much and I didn’t even get it.

That’s called L♥VE.

Princess Pampering, otherwise known as Harmoni, can be found at 3/5 Gloucester Avenue Berwick, for any of my Victorian friends.

They are actually a beauty bar, specialising in hairdressing, all manner of beauty and spa packages, as well as pamper parties (YES!) for kids, teens, AND adults (next time 🙂 ).

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And the kid-friendly food atmosphere came from the folks at

Nomadic

74 High Street Berwick

If only all days were as Pretty and Pink like this…

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#643 Princess acquainting

We finally got a chance tonight to go and get a little more acquainted with the new princess of the family.

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Chubby legs. Little toes. Itsy bitsy fingers. Long and spiky hair…

And so much PINK.

She knew she was in the company of family, for sure. She was content as she was held, fed and ooh’d and ahh’d over, drank milk and did plenty of wees and poos, and then of course there was baby girl, MY baby girl, smiling and looking at this new baby girl, an actual bona fide, legit, almost-6-week-old proper baby girl, and my baby girl said “baby will play with me and chase me.”

Aww sweetheart. Soon darling, really soon.

It was a night of love and family, freaking out over how similar the two baby girl’s were in both their younger days, reminiscing about those precious yet trying early Parenthood days and nights, and then, getting into the car…

Guess what song was on from my ipod? Out of 1000s of songs?

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Like, if all the similarities between the two cousins weren’t already so prevalent, this song that I hold dear to my heart for baby girl, comes ON.

“A little ray of sunshine,

Has come into the world.

A little ray of sunshine,

In the shape of a girl.”

Call it coincidence? Luck? Fortune? Fate?

Something else???

You know what? I have come to realise that these happy coincidences, or signs, whatever you wanna call them, well it’s better to leave them as a mystery than to KNOW TOO MUCH.

Don’t over-analyse. Just accept and smile at the world. 🙂

 

#579 First Christmas Tree sighting

I had heard of rumours that there had already been sightings of Christmas trees in some Department Stores.

You know those people who see Christmas decorations appearing after mid-year, and groan and shake their heads in dismay and exclaim “too early!”

I AIN’T that person.

As baby girl and I approached Myer this afternoon, I could say finally, with certainty, that I actually spotted one: the elusive, too-early seasonal festive tree.

And I was overjoyed.

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“Baby girl, look!” I said. “Can you see what’s over there?”

I pointed up ahead. This was a test, you see. She had passed with flying colours last year. She has been getting as excited as me every year for Christmas, and the older she gets, and the more she understands, this Christmas joy in her grows. I want her to get to the level though, where she is rubbing her hands in excitement as early as late August.

Some Mums put their kids in pageants. I put mine through an extensive “love/joy/merriment/laughter festive Christmas” programme.

She had a pensive look on her face as she peered ahead.

“Christmas tree!”

Pass. Good job Princess. She hadn’t forgotten.

We walked in, with me exclaiming about how early we were seeing this tree. Another Mum who had also walked in ahead of me, was staring incredulously at the tree. She turned to me open-mouthed.

“I can’t believe it!”

I smiled, nodding…

Yeah. Um, it’s soooo surprising. Soooo early….

I cannot lie.  I am rapt 🙂

#529 Dancing with Daddy

It’s become the norm that we like to surprise baby girl with presents. Hubbie even goes as far as stopping at a petrol station or a supermarket on his way home from work, just to get her a little something. Even after a 10-hour work day, he will still make a detour, for her.
I am constantly waging war and proclaiming that her plastic toys are on the out, telling her that she is to have no more toys (until her birthday) and then of course, she will be away at kinder like today, and I just can’t help myself. I have to buy her something.
It’s always little things. When we are out and about I have a rule: one chocolate, or one toy – pick wisely. She accepts this well. Too bad I don’t.
Today I bought her a bit of both.
Aside from her kinder surprise egg, the toy was one of those Disney Princess toys, the lucky dip ones in a plastic packet concealing their image, so that in trying to collect the lot you end up with several multiples of the same figurine. She only has Tinkerbell in this particular collection, and from the feel of the packet, I guessed it was Cinderella.
When she got home from kinder, she found the packet and opened it excitedly. She had guessed at Snow White. Turns out we were both wrong – it was Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She was rapt, regardless.
Of course she had to watch the movie after dinner. I put it on, and she soon told me she wanted the yellow dress bit, where Belle is dancing in the grand ballroom with the Beast and they are getting all loved up. The figurine has Belle in the fancy dress, so yeah, let’s cut to the chase.
I watched her expression as Belle and the Beast danced around the ballroom. She smiled and pressed her chin against her shoulder, going “awww.”
“Do they love each other?” I asked, fascinated by her correct interpretation.
“Yeah.”
Later on when the credits were rolling, the classic theme song came on again. She imitated slow dancing, and now Hubbie was in the room too.
“Why don’t you slow dance?” I asked her. “With your first Prince?”
She looked shyly/cheekily up at her Dad, the way she does when she is going to say no regardless of the question. “No.”
“Ok, we’ll show you.” I got up and we swayed three times in each other’s arms, before she was yelling, as predicted – “me me me me me!”
I stepped aside, grinning. She walked into her Dad, gave him a hug/embrace with her arms at his, and then moved in tune with him to the music, like a complete pro. She then looked up at him with a bright smile, happy and adoring and all LOVE. It was the most innocent, sweet, wide-eyed and beautiful smile I had ever seen.
“Awww,” said her Dad. “You’re a princess.”
Meanwhile I could not speak. I was a bubbling idiot, almost choking on my tears from the beauty of it all. I managed an “oh my God,” my heart bursting from the heart-exploding scene before me.
A girl’s first love, a girl’s first Prince. A baby girl and her Daddy. My loves. ♥♥♥

#528 Motherly Moments no. 2

2 in a row.

I am settling her for bed.

“Mama, one more blanket.”

Our heater has died. Bad enough when it was working, the Winter chill would creep in immediately as soon as the warm air had stopped flowing, but now, there was no warm air at all to blow and warm the house at an even level, bar the little portable heaters that have been placed in a few strategic corners around the place, bringing warm pockets to generally icy cool areas.

I take another thin blanket that I keep beside her bed. There is actually a stack of about 8, of varying thickness that reside here on a permanent basis, but with the onslaught of Winter, this pile has now dropped to 4, with the heap on her bed rising instead.

Dropped to 3.

I lay it across her, making sure all the blankets are evenly spread across her, and there are no open areas to bring cold air into her bed.

“Thank you Mama.”

Oh, clutch my heart.

“No worries Princess. I love you baby girl.”

Big hugs and kisses ensue from both of us as I bend down for more affection.

She holds me in a firm bear hug.

Eventually we part, and I go to take post at the end of her bed, until she falls asleep.

She waves to me.

“Goodnight Mama.”

“Goodnight honey, I love you princess.”

“Goodnight Mama, I love you.”

Kill me now and I’ll die happy.

Oh that girl pulls at the heart strings.

♥♥♥