#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. 🙂

 

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#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.

♥♥♥

 

 

#495 Shopping with my girl no.4

Today was a day, that could have gone either way.

I had a long moment of frustration this morning. There is an aspect of my life that I’m struggling with, that I’m unable to talk about at the moment – hopefully I’ll be able too, sometime in the future.

I walked into the bathroom about midday, and had to breathe. I didn’t physically cry, but there were tears in my eyes, I had tension all about me, and all I wanted to do was give up. Give up, give in, and let the sorrow wash over me like the crashing waves in the horizon.

But then something happened. A little voice, tiny tiny, made a noise in my head. And it was enough to snap me out of my disillusioned haze to ask “how is your day going to be?”

And in that moment, I decided my sadness was NOT going to rule. It was NOT going to be the defining moment, feeling or event, of the day.

Still, it was a bit of a Let It Go day. Elsa sings it about letting go of her powers that she’s been holding in and hiding from everyone for so long. But I was using the term to not care. To just be. To not think too much, to allow myself to over-indulge, be free, merry and stress-free.

After baby girl and I surprised Hubbie with a little visit at his work, we headed on down to Bayside for some retail therapy. I am mindful that I shouldn’t be purging the account in light of important renos that need to be made to the house soon, but still, a little focused spending was necessary.

I Let It Go when we had Maccas for lunch (I had a chicken salad, but still ‘helped out’ with her Happy Meal)

I Let It Go when she got yet another toy, a doll that she was so happy to hold and hug (wait for it…)

and finally, I Let It Go when we sat down for coffee and a babycino, and instead of just coffee, I also got cake mofos:

Yep, that’s her new doll, Rapunzel. By the way, I forgot to mention that I Let Her Go, and leave the house in costume, Rapunzel-style herself. Because when else in life do you get to leave the house as a princess? I totally would have done Wonder Woman today if it were at all acceptable.

So yes. A bit of food, a bit of drink, a bit of toys, a lot of costume… and IT DID make me feel better.

But that was my attitude too. Deciding ‘we’re going to move on from this. We are.’

And WE did. For now…

#470 Coffee with Cinderella

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Straight up, that was my coffee experience today.

It was special because my parents have been staying with us for a little bit, and so today while out and about, showing them our ‘hood,’ we stopped for a café latte break.

Parents, baby girl, me… and Cinderella.

Because that’s how the coffee breaks are nowadays. And it’s important that I capture them as they are, now. Because these days of mini figurines, kinder surprises, play-doh creations and smiley-face biscuits, will not last forever. Baby girl will grow out of it, and soon will be way too cool for any of that kiddy ‘stuff.’

The stuff that now makes her clap her hands with unrestrained glee, a wild smile spreading across her face in the moment that she comes face to face with a little packet-ed princess wearing a blue gown.

So, it was a cool little coffee date we had. I share these moments with baby girl, but my parents being there as witness to it all, is extra, extra, cool.

That’s a coolness, I won’t ever grow out of.

#465 My special greeting no.2

I received the most golden of gold greetings today, and it came from none other than my shining light, my guiding star…

I was slowing down as I approached the house, being on the tail end of an hour long drive from work to home. As I started to turn into the driveway, I saw baby girl, jumping and scrambling up onto the brick pillar that contains the mailbox up front, trying to stand up – and then in pause, spotting my red car.

She stopped, her face serious, peering in. As I came closer I smiled at her, and her face went into a shocked frenzy, before breaking out into a full, whole face, smile. 🙂

“Ma! Ma!” she yelled with excited agitation, turning around to also call her Dad who was now walking up to her from the house.

As I brought the car to a stop, she jumped off the pillar and came around to my driver’s side, running into the door with a deliberate thud. I looked through the window to see her beaming at me.

Oh, my girl. All that, for me? She was that excited, to see me?

Heart melting.

Hubbie then added moments later, after repeated hugs and kisses and lots of laughter, that she had been calling out my name, and singing it out all day…

My sweet princess. My heart sings for you, too.