#489 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 5

Loves Loves LOVES. ALL my LOVES.

It was actually my sister and bro-in-laws impromptu visit late this afternoon that made me first go ‘this is heading to my gratitude blog today.’ We had had no real, or proper, or concrete (and for that case, ‘fun’) plans for tonight, so when they called and said they were coming – like literally, in the car and on their way – we knew it was going to be one of those nights.

Those great, spontaneous, super-memorable and fun nights.

Of course, they weren’t gonna stay late. Of course, they said they would leave, the early statements starting from 8pm.

Of course, Hubbie wouldn’t drink much – after all he had a really bad chesty cough, and was under-the-weather.

Of course it would be low-key.

Yeah, right.

They left at 11:30pm.

Hubbie drank alright.

And we sang and played music all night long. Oh yeah, and danced.***

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As sis said tonight, “baby girl had no choice being born into our families.” We all love to party, and dance. And tonight, we boogied and jumped and carried each other around, stood on stools and yelled our lungs out, with a few choice and memorable songs being

“Love is All Around Me” – Wet Wet Wet

“Lido” – Boz Scaggs

“Shape of You” – Ed Sheeran

“Come said the Boy” – Mondo Rock

“Groove is in the Heart” – Dee-lite

and sooo many more, all blasting out of our new portable speaker!

Love the songs, love the new speaker, and love all of these people, making memories in our kitchen… :):):)

 

***Can you tell I’m going for the award of best blurry photos on the net? My disposition for unclear and hazy photos has nothing to do with trying to remain anonymous, I promise 😉

 

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#458 Impromptu Pho

I was busy at home when Hubbie charged through the doors this morning, high on his new hair-cut and wanderings through our humble-yet-bustling town, and declared “we are going to About Thyme for lunch!”

Really, we should have gone out last night, instead of this morning as I hurriedly made sweet treats in preparation for my parents anniversary on the weekend, prior to my late starting work shift this afternoon. So what do you think I did?

Amidst rolling 50 cake balls for my cake pops, I rushed through the batch (with attention-to-detail, of course) got ‘properly’ dressed, before we ran out the door.

We hadn’t been there in quite a while. And I immediately knew what I was going to have on such a still, yet grey day.

Pho.

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I was looking forward to the prawns also listed on the ingredients menu, but alas, I think not in season. Never mind. It was still warming, and tasty, and when I popped in a sliced chilli piece into the broth, so, so, sooooo spicy.

It had me watering at the eyes and gasping for breath, and then Hubbie over-confidently declared he would finish my chillies for me…

30 seconds and 4 chillies later, and HE was gulping down water with watery eyes.

Advantage of almost over-combusting? The heat almost totally cleared up my stuffy nose and sore throat that has been just hanging around for almost a week. So BIG points there.

(Note to self: bite into hot chilli next time I am sick).

A quick bite to eat out, with my family, unexpectedly on a dreary Wednesday before work…. Un-Pho-gettable.

(Sorry, I had to).

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#376 Observation while packing a bag of potatoes…

If anyone can find the above title anywhere on the world wide web, well I’ll… I’ll eat a whole bag of potatoes.

When an older woman, or one that has long-since passed the toddler stage, says that a moment I’m sharing with baby girl, that is oblivious to me, is actually a lovely moment, I take note. I just know, automatically, without doubt, SHE IS RIGHT. I don’t question her one bit. I stopped that, a long time ago.

Today a woman noticed I was having a sweet moment with baby girl.

To me, it was just a normal moment.

I was grocery shopping with baby girl. Often, she likes to help pack the plastic bags with whatever fruit/vegetable we need. We had already put about 8 apples in one bag; now we were on to the potatoes.

I took the bag, holding it open, and passed her a potato of my choice from the high display, to her hand below.

“Here you go.”

She took the potato from my hand and plopped it in the bag.

“Here’s another one.”

Again, she took the potato from my hand, adding this one to the bag.

This continued until we had about 7 potatoes. I lay the bag in the trolley as I tied it up, looking up to see a woman standing by, waiting to access the area I was blocking off.

“Sorry!” I said, moving forward and pushing the trolley onwards.

“That’s ok,” she replied with a smile. “It’s actually quite nice to watch.”

She nodded towards baby girl, and I smiled.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.”

I moved off, feeling proud as punch. What an awesome Mum I was.

She was also there when a moment later baby girl had a hissy fit because I placed her kinder surprise incorrectly in the trolley: it was a millimetre away from the bag of capsicums, instead of being directly aside the bag of capsicums.

Sorry baby girl, I was a whole millimetre off.

😉

So today, a woman noticed I was having a sweet moment with baby girl.

To me, it was just a normal moment.

But from now on, I will never pack potatoes the same way again.

Gratitude in my heart, always 🙂

 

 

 

#327 Back to routine

I think we were ready for it. Even Hubbie said today, following his first day back at work at a new workplace nonetheless “I was happy to go to work.”

Holidays are amazing. They are freeing. They are a luxury, but also, they are very, very, very much-needed.

But, what tends to happen to us on holidays, is, like in the words of Elsa, we Let it Go.

Wake up early? Let it go.

Cook? Let it go.

Washing? Let it go.

Hobbies? Let it go.

It might seem a normal thing to sleep in during your holidays, but when you are going to bed late and then waking up late, every day, your body comes to expect so much more, until that first back at work morning when your 5am alarm gives you a very unexpected and rude awakening. Not to mention your body suffers.

Eating out everywhere might seem like the most first-world thing to do, the most luxurious of fanciful endeavours. But when you’re over-indulging night after night after night, and taking that extra bit of cake, just because holidays, well by night 12 you might be wondering why it’s so hard to zip up your jeans. Not to mention your body suffers.

Caring about the washing might seem like a fairly tedious and insignificant thing to pay much attention to… but when several week’s worth of everything gather up to the point of having piles on your laundry room floor, well, it’s hard NOT TO notice. Not to mention your body suffers… from lack of clothes.

And when you start to push away your usual everyday hobbies, passions and pursuits, whether they may be playing an instrument, writing a novel, learning a language, or practicing some form of dance… well you start to miss it, while your artform at the creative endeavour also slips. And your body, mind and soul, suffers.

Today was Hubbie’s first day back at work. And though I don’t go back for another 2 days, I like him, was also happy for the routine to recommence. To some degree, you need a routine. You rely on it. It keeps you on track. With just enough of it

*going to bed and waking up at a reasonable hour keeps you more alert

*cooking keeps you healthier, and mindful of what goes into your body

*washing keeps you with a smaller laundry hamper!

*and hobbies keep you happy, and with a sense of purpose.

Hubbie and I have realised that we need some sort of order in our lives. We always need something to do, something to work towards, and something to look forward to. Today I was quite happy getting back into the habit of washing (several loads), cooking (and really being mindful of what I was eating), and getting back into some sort of more regular writing habits.

As for the sleep? Step by step peeps.

I think we went a bit crazy over these last few weeks, because, well that’s what you do on holidays. We knew we would go back to some kind of routine eventually, and wanted to just Let It Go, for as long as we could.

And I mean, if we happened to ever be the recipients of a massive cash windfall, and never had to work again, hey, I WOULDN’T COMPLAIN. Not at all. It just means we would have to set up a regular routine, of looking after ourselves and our life, in amongst the fun of never working again.

Sigh. Dreams.

Random is good. Random is great. But I wanna enjoy my life in amongst the crazy times, you know? So I CAN enjoy those crazy times.

So today, I’m actually happy for the return of routine into my life. Hell, I’m even grateful for it.

 

 

#325 Discovering Dromana

I’ve come to realise that impromptu drives often result in untold pleasures and delightful surprises.

A drive down to Dromana this afternoon so baby girl could sleep that little bit more in the car, where we then stopped to check out the fantastic fare on offer at the newly refurbished Ritchies IGA (trust me, you too will want to buy and eat everything with their cleverly presented gourmet food on display), led us to the blue waters that we could spy at so easily across the road.

A short hop, skip and a jump later, and we were sitting on a brick fence, overlooking the narrow section of sparkling clean white sand below, and viewing the expansive and choppy waters before us, the landscape stretching and winding around the stunning coastline on both sides.

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We were happy with our find, the seagulls were pleased with the sudden company, and we were grateful to have just discovered another (kind of) hidden gem, a place we will definitely re-visit in the near future.

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#323 Post New Year’s Countdown with Best Friends

Saturday January 12, 2017.

It is almost 10pm. On the dot. Coincidentally.

Music is BLARING. (Sia).

Scene? Best Man and Fam’s house.

The kids have just finished going through a box of sparklers. They have been looking forward to lighting them up ALL night.

Party atmosphere is turned ON.

Suddenly, someone mentions that it feels like New Year’s Eve. We’ve spent it together before, but not the one that just passed.

Hubbie decides a countdown. And the older kids join in.

“10, 9, 8” (Just a few of them)

“7, 6, 5” (Some adults join in)

“4, 3, 2, 1” (We’re all chanting now)

“Happy New Year!”

Everyone yells and jumps around. Out on the alfresco part of the yard, they all begin walking to one another with kisses and hugs, wishing each other a Happy New Year. They do it with love and happiness, yet so seriously, like it is REALLY Happy New Year.

Even the kids start going around and shaking hands with each other. Like we are talking two 3 year olds, a 7 and a 9 year old.

When they come to me to kiss me Happy New Year, I am laughing so hard I can barely reciprocate. “What are the neighbours going to think?”

10pm on Jan 12 it’s New Year’s?

I reciprocate the kisses and hugs, still laughing.

“It actually feels like New Year’s!” Someone exclaims.

THIS IS SOME OF THE RANDOM SHIT YOU DO WITH YOUR BEST FRIENDS.

And it totally rocks.

What makes it more awesome is our kids are in on the act too.

I am so happy, and grateful for these memorable moments. 🙂

 

#241 Impromptu sleepover

These kinds of days are just the best. You start off with a fairly definite vision of where you think you’ll end up by the end of it, and soon the days end comes and BANG! Not at all what you expected.

So was today. Is today, as I type this on my mobile, in my makeshift pjs of singlet-under-top and jocks, on a spare mattress on my sister’s living room floor with a deeply-breathing baby girl asleep beside me, the sounds of hubbie and bro-in-law whispering loudly coming from the kitchen.

Yes, not at all expected, but certainly welcomed. When you’ve had a shitty few days, you happily take in any impromptu moments that

a) lighten life’s load

b) take your mind off stressful things

c) make life easier, and

d) make the times more exciting.

I’m grateful to share in these moments with my dearest, and also that I have an amazing sis and bro-in-law to take in this scallywag family of mine.

And the icing on the cake was my sister lying beside baby girl on the mattress just a little earlier, reciting a tried and true children’s bedtime book, and witnessing the beautiful interaction between the two: love, respect, and awe. Baby girl looks at my sister the way I used to as I child.

The way I still look at her.

By the way, the book is Goodnight Moon.

And on that note, goodnight world. From my side of the world, to yours.