#2628 My little big helper

I definitely feel better when I have something to look forward to, someone to see, somewhere to go. Sleep or no sleep (obviously sleep PREFERRED πŸ™Œ) it’s these things that keep me sane and moving on, keeping on.

I headed out with baby girl and baby boy today. Just to the Main Street, to check out some stuff, buy this, see that. It was a bit nerve-wracking at first, since baby boy cracked it as soon as we entered the shopping centre.

But I had my helper, my mini me with me. πŸ™β€ She was there to help me out, push the pram, pass me this, hold that down, so on and so forth, so that baby boy eventually went down for a nap in the pram and we got our shopping done.

It was made more apparent to me how much I relied on her, and what great support she was to me, when at the start of our shopping trip we got into the lift with another mum and her toddler in a stroller. She heard baby boy crying, and said sympathetically “poor baby.”

I told her that we were still in the newborn stage, and she joked she didn’t miss thst time at all (who can blame her?) before telling me I was doing well to be out at all, that she’d be too scared to have done the same.

It was baby girl’s support. She made all the difference. β€πŸ™

I don’t know what I’d do without her, where I’d be. πŸ™ (Not at the shops with a 5 and a half week old, that’s for sure!)

#2619 Hi to baby clothes

The fun thing about having kids is…

(Well there are many things, ok)

Shopping for them. 😁😁😁😁

There was this very cute trakkie suit for the colder months that I fell in love with months ago while looking up an outfit to take baby home from the hospital in… who we now know as baby boy.

Just recently I ordered it, and today…
IT ARRIVED!

Soooo cute! πŸ₯°πŸ₯° And the outfit too. 🀣🀣

#2546 Relaxing Day

The only remotely close thing relating to ‘boxing’ today, was baby doing some kind of gymnastic moves and boxing me about from the inside out.

There was no shopping.

There was no cricket.

There was no cinema release.

There wasn’t even, actual boxing (there never is, despite the public holiday name, lol!)

There was only, relaxing.

Ahhh.

And it’s so good to be on the other end of it. Christmas, the busy period, the running around, the shopping, the presents, all of the wild anticipation of the festive day.

And I LOVE Christmas. But it has been a busy time. Christmas lead-up, my baby-related catch-ups, and just general getting ready for baby has left me in a wild and crazy state at this time of year.

So I am happy it is over, and now I get to focus solely on other things.

Baby. Relaxing. Spending cherished time with my family, while relaxing. And just catching up with loved ones and on stuff, before baby arrives.

That is it.

I’m hoping now at 8 months, I get to finally put my feet up. πŸ™πŸ’–

#2541 Presence, not presents

I think I’ve done my job well when my daughter teaches me what I should already know.

Today we headed off to the shopping centre to do some last minute shopping. Tomorrow I may hit another local shop or two, and do some more LAST LAST minute presents.

But part of today’s trip, was to get presents for Hubbie and me.

We left ourselves last this year. He wanted something in particular, but could only find it online, not in store… other hitting a few places, he said “oh well, I’ll get it after Christmas.”

“We can’t NOT get you a present!”

“I don’t care.”

“We still have to get you something.”

I was pondering just what we could get him in lieu of what he really wanted, as we still walked around for my gift. There was something I had wanted, for months and months now… but after some very decent research (this is an expensive item) I realised it didn’t do something quite important that I really thought it could do.

It’s purpose and ability therefore, had changed.

But… it was still shiny. New. An interesting gadget.

With a decent price tag. $$$$.

I struggled with this today. We went to the shop it was in. Spoke to the salesperson. Hubbie and I looked at each other, debating the pros and cons, and he even said, “if you want it, get it!”

But something was holding me back. It’s function wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. Even though there were so many sparkly things about it distracting me, the price tag was high, and that DIDN’T distract me. Especially with so many expenses for us lately. And with baby arriving soon.

I walked away. But I sooked about it. I said “now I won’t get anything for Christmas.” 😟

And baby girl, said the best thing:

“Christmas isn’t about presents Mum.”

She snapped some sense into me. Mind you, I was still upset, and mind you, she had a list for Santa with about 10 items on it thank you very much.

But she was right. Christmas isn’t about presents. It’s about presence.

Spending time with loved ones. Making memories. Laughing, and sharing, and bonding over good times.

I kept brewing over this fact, amidst appointments and crazy driving and rushing around all day. And then I had a shower, and those are truly therapeutic for me, because answers always somehow pop into my head during those moments.

I had made the right decision by walking away from this expensive, unnecessary present. Maybe it would be essential or necessary at one point in the future, but definitely not now. My intuition had been right. It always is.

I had been so fixated on this external, materialistic present, that I had lost sight of all that was important, and that was, the life growing inside of me.

Cliche it might be, but it really is the greatest present I ever could have wished for this Christmas. I got confused, because I have everything and didn’t really know what to do with myself. I don’t need anything else.

Hubbie and baby girl DID go out afterwards and get me something else… 🀣🀣 I’m guessing, not as stupidly expensive as the other thing.

It’s very easy to lose sight of the bigger picture, even for me, this glass half-full gratitude girl. Lucky I have a mini me to put me back on track. πŸ₯°πŸ’–

AND, another mini me in the works.πŸ™πŸ’–πŸ€°πŸ€°

#2510 Grateful for the good and the bad

Today was an interesting day, to say the least.

We went to a shopping centre to do some Christmas shopping. πŸŽ…πŸŽ„πŸ›οΈπŸ›οΈ

Then on the way home, our car broke down. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈπŸš˜

So, here are my gratitudes for the day.

I’m grateful that we had a successful day of Christmas shopping.

I’m grateful I spent the day with my family.

I’m grateful that Hubbie was driving the car when the temp gauge went up… I am nowhere near as aware of it as he is.

I’m grateful that the RACV guy came within 30 minutes (not 40, or 70!)

I’m grateful that there were toilet blocks we could walk to as we waited.

I’m grateful the rain didn’t let loose as we were heading back to our car (but the wind hurt my cold, sick head, really it did).

I’m grateful we were sheltered in our warm car as we waited for the tow truck.

I’m grateful the tow truck came in an hour 20 minutes, not 4 hours!

I’m grateful the uber came to take us home within minutes of the tow truck arriving.

I’m overall so grateful that the car broke down today… Hubbie and I were talking later, and let’s be honest, it is NEVER a good time for your car to break down.

But we were together.

It was a Sunday – no work, no school.

We were on our way home, not headed out.

We had roadside services available to us that came well before the time suggested, to which we are utterly grateful.

We got home, and had a roof over our head, a heater that started to warm the house, and food that we could start preparing for (a very late) dinner.

All while the wind and rain howled outside.

And I just know there are some unfortunate people who don’t have shelter tonight.

So from the bottom of my heart, I am so deeply grateful for how things played out today… as inconvenient as it was, it could have been so much worse.

Sometimes I really do feel, like today, that there are people pulling strings from above… making sure inevitable things happen at appropriate times. πŸ™πŸ™πŸ’–πŸ’–

#2503 The non-maternity dress

A month or so ago I was in Target browsing through the maternity section and getting quite frankly, excited.

Finally, clothes that could fit me and my growing belly! I went into the change room with so many clothes, I actually wasn’t allowed to bring them all in, so I broke them up into two groups, made Hubbie hold one pile while I went through the other, then swapped. 🀣

Out of all those many clothes, I just went home with about 4 items, 5 if you count the maternity undies. 2 of them I have worn a fair bit already, I am happy with those buys… and one of them, which I will call loose gypsy pants, well I am not happy with AT ALL.

I seriously look like a truck reversing into a car spot, that’s how wide my hips and behind and everything look in them!

They may allow for my belly, but they are truly unflattering.

That’s when I decided, NO MORE MATERNITY CLOTHES.

(Other than undergarments of course.)

I wasn’t then taking into consideration, that this pregnancy was unlike my first… my first I was the biggest in Winter, so I did need to be a bit more careful with clothes and perhaps buy a bit more…

This pregnancy, I will be my biggest, and growing to that level, all through Summer.

This would actually be a great time of year to be pregnant! Think loose, flowy, light clothing… and it didn’t necessarily need to be maternity either.

I already had dresses that could accommodate my belly. And if I needed more, it was actually smarter to buy a Summery, floaty dress that I could wear in other non-pregnant Summers, rather than buy a maternity dress that I might only wear a handful of times this season.

Today, we went shopping, and back to Target we went. I did peruse ever so quickly the maternity section (curiosity), but was truly surprised when I saw a lovely, non-maternity dress, in another section, that fit the bill.

A beautiful, bright, Summery colour, and I could wear it when I wasn’t pregnant… but I could wear it now too! Oh, the joy! I snapped it up, and really feel like I am doing the pregnancy thing right now… WINNING! 😁😁

#2500 Making my list

I don’t need a lot for baby.

But that don’t mean I don’t need to write a list. 🀩🀩

It’s very exciting going shopping for yourself. But it’s even better when it’s for your baby.

It’s an unexpected joy you don’t realise until you have a child of your own. Suddenly if you don’t buy something for yourself, you don’t care… because you bought them something new!

And when you’re buying in anticipation of a new family member, well the excitement is at this level:

I have been creating a list, thinking carefully about what I need versus what I already have… I know it’s not a lot, but hey, a girls gotta shop, right?

For baby! Not me. πŸ€£πŸ€°πŸ˜πŸ’–

#2463 My little reader

Well, she’s not so little anymore, but she’s still shorter than me.

For now. 😏

She loves going to the library. She actually loves the local bookshop more, but I remind her we don’t need to buy all the books, we can borrow some, you know, and then return them for more. 🀣

When we go to shopping centres, she is as fascinated with books as much as I am. She recently bought a book while out one day shopping, and read it in 3 days!

Days later, she got me to put the rest of the series on hold at our local library.

Today she found one of those books at her school library.

She’s reading it on the couch now. πŸ₯°

She runs reading programs for her toys. She sits at the edge of her bed and reads aloud to them, her room closed, us adults shut off from her reading haven.

But I can hear her. I love it.

She is developing piles of books around the house, just like me. Her books, her local library books, and her school library books.

And then there are the school readers. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

I tell her “be careful! Don’t mix them up!”

She is ORGANISED. She won’t forget what came from where.

She knows life is too short as well. Whereas I need to know the ending, I need the closure, she will start reading something, and if she doesn’t like it, just leaves it.

I know, the horror!

But actually, I think she’s smarter than me. She knows that her time is more worthy than that.

I never intended baby girl to read like me. All I wanted was for her to appreciate stories and books, and to have fun with anything that she thought was interesting.

But she genuinely seems to enjoy it. And sadly for me, she is actually getting to read more than I am these days…

I couldn’t be prouder. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

#2452 The best shopping gift

I like this photo.

I took it today, while resting amidst shopping for a coffee/tea break with my Mum, and baby girl.

We took her out today for a bit of shopping, and just for a day out. I think often with loved ones, well me anyway, we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to make the day just right, perfect, hoping it will fulfil all and any prior expectations.

But the only real important things are moments like these. Sitting and chatting. Speaking your truth. Feeling loved and supported in a safe space.

It doesn’t matter what you buy. Because time spent with loved ones is the most valuable commodity.

πŸ™πŸ’–

#2428 So tiny and cute

Currently this is what is draped along baby girl’s old cot.

Her old cot, and soon-to-be our future baby’s new one. πŸ˜‰

I spent the first few months being super cautious, so now I’m making up for lost time. I’ve been first buying little baby outfits, bit by bit… and then in bunches. πŸ˜‚

The volume is being purchased in exponential amounts… 1, then 1, then 3, then 6. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

Seriously, I love it.

Today a parcel came. I had come across a sale last week, and finally the beautiful bunch of cuteness arrived at my doorstep.

I was working and trying to ignore the unopened parcel lying on the ground near me. Maybe 10 minutes passed and I went ‘stuff it, I can’t take it anymore.’

I opened the parcel and explored all the cute things.

So tiny! And so cute! Seriously, how tiny?! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ₯°πŸ’–

I love them all. I need to go through baby girl’s old newborn stuff, seeing what is neutral enough to reuse, because let’s face it, all that newborn stuff gets a whole lot of spit and poo on it, so you need a bit extra… but also, second-hand, especially from a sibling, is perfectly acceptable.

Still, there’s something about those new clothing feels… those new feels…

Feeling things anew, all over again. πŸ₯°πŸ€°