#1295 Sunday surprises

It’s a lot nicer when you don’t expect anything, and then the opposite occurs.

Something. We were happily bound to our home for the day, Sunday, the first day of Spring (yippee!) and also, Father’s Day.

Baby girl had happily helped her Dad open up his presents after our late morning breakfast, still on a high from the night before yet feeling the lack of sleep, when I got word, that our quiet day might be different.

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I had seen my Dad at my bro-in-law’s birthday the night before after all… I had seen my whole family.Β 

But then I heard my Mum and Dad were going to my sister’s place for a quick visit, and so then we might as well pop on by…

And what started as a very non-expectant day, had us around a table talking, laughing, and then watching the rain pour down later when the clouds decided to merge overhead.

It didn’t affect the sunset though. Just as I had been longing for Winter to be over, just as quickly it came to an end… and this seems to happen every year. June, July and the start of August feel so long, then mine and baby girl’s birthday passes and it no time – BANG!

Spring. Sunshine. Sunsets like this:

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And so the message really is… don’t expect anything. Things are that much sweeter when you think of not much at all…

#1294 The party keeps going at 50

Pink beads and accessories, over llama-corn pyjamas?

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Why, it must be the end of another party night. πŸŽπŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚

Another 50th, another amazing night. I say that like we have 50th birthday parties ALL THE TIME.

But it just so happens we’ve had some of our closest people turn 50 lately… and tonight it was my bro-in-laws turn.

And what a night. Bohemian Rhapsody singalongs, reminiscing with I Will Survive (many memories there) and a 2am wake up with Baby I’m a Star! ✨

And we’re still going.

Good night to you… not for us… πŸ‘ πŸŽŠπŸŽΆ

 

#1267 A taste of Prosecco

There’s nothing quite like trying something for the first time.

I don’t know how I never came to try it. Prosecco. For all I know, I have, and it has been mixed in with some other odd-ball alcoholic creation so that I didn’t even know I was tasting it…

But as far as I was concerned earlier today, I didn’t know what it tasted like.

And it’s funny, but neither did my sister.

As we came to the realisation, it was decided. We would have it. THEN AND THERE.

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Lucky for us we were having this discussion because we had 3 bottles in front of us and were trying to work out which to open up.

Prosecco ended up being the one.

And can I say, regardless of how it tasted, trying something for the first time, is only made better if you are doing it with someone else. β™₯

(P.S. I had two glasses, so obviously I didn’t mind it too much ;))

#1266 A surprise party

There’s nothing quite like a surprise party.

I’ve been to a couple, and in conjunction with my sister, thrown a few too. But, it had been a while. Until tonight.

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The child totally comes out of you when you are standing there with a party popper, hiding around a door with 20 other people and everyone is urging, β€œshush!”

Then the birthday person enters the room, and – ”SURPRISE!”

It was a fabulous Saturday night, and a reminder once again that we are never too old to have fun, be kid-like, and take joy in the simple things…

Like a good ol’ fashioned jump-out-from-behind-a-door for someone’s birthday. Just grand. πŸ˜€πŸ˜‰πŸŽ‚πŸ₯‚

#1236 Wiggly love and luck

My sister and I must have some blue, red, yellow and purple fairies floating over our heads.

No, I lie. Those colourful fairies are totally hanging over our kids.

Because every time we go to a Wiggles show, be it the end-of-year Christmas extravaganza in the city, or a mid-year, smaller local theatre, like where we were today, well, we not only have a great time…

We get a tremendous amount of luck.

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We were questioning today how long this would last… not our luck, but our kids devotion to the Wiggles. We keep wondering at each concert, will this be their last? Will it be OUR last?

We laughed, yet quietly I think we would have been quite devastated.

At the smaller shows it’s easy to come into close contact with the colourful quartet. A couple of them will walk through the crowd, collecting presents, cards and flowers from the kids, and so we have had quite a few claim-to-fame moments… and even at the last show we were at before this one, the ENORMOUS one in the city, well baby girl was fortunate enough to have her sign picked up by Anthony, the true blue original Wiggle (after she jumped out and thrust it at him!) and as he ran onto the stage he then proceeded to read it out to the entire crowd.

We were pretty star struck.

Nothing could really top though, the sweetest of moments that was today. Today they had their ‘helpers’ collecting gifts from the crowd, and baby girl had given forth her yellow flowers with card inside, while my nephew had handed over the sign that he and my sister had decorated with love.

I watched with a keen eye, as our pressies were brought up on stage.

And as present by present, cards and random crafts were passed onto purple Wiggle Lachie and read out, baby girl’s flowers were next presented to him, which received extreme giddiness from baby girl beside me at the acknowledgement of them…

And then they read out my nephew’s poster.

It was the most beautiful of moments. Not only did he stand up and receive a heartfelt round of applause for his artwork, but Lachie went on to read the note that said my nephew had been seeing the Wiggles for 10 years now, following on from his big brother being a Wiggles fan before him…

And wow… just WOW. The moment went on and on, and in doing so, the love grew stronger, and stronger.

We were all so touched. I think no one more so but my nephew.

And as the show wound up at the end of the evening, after yet again an amazing and entertaining performance, I couldn’t help but think, that the red curtain wasn’t going down in our kids hearts, anytime soon.

Even Simon made sure of that.

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β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

 

#1224 Saturday Night In no. 7

The best nights in aren’t necessarily when you are home alone with your family…

But when you are home alone, with company.

So actually, far from being alone. πŸ˜†

But it was grand. Therapeutic. Chillax-ing. Just what the doctor ordered.

Sis, bro-in-law and my nephew came over for a long overdue catch up… I say that like we haven’t seen each other in yonks, and yet we’ve seen each other 3 Saturdays in a row.Β 

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But we haven’t caught up quite like we did tonight. Just our own little private party. Quiet… then loud music. Slow… then running around.

A little bit of everything. Just like this picture:

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Drinks and chocolate mousse and colouring in… all the things that make a Saturday night so happy and freeing.

And sooo much more.

Most importantly, great company. The most essential ingredient of all. πŸ’—

#1215 She’s a shooting star

I am sure I have a sixth sense.

I have known and felt it for a while, though to be honest I don’t think I have been honing it, or giving it the time it needs to feel it’s strong presence in my life lately.

Today I was reminded of it again.

You may remember I drew some hearts on baby girl’s hand some time ago… well my intention was to do that every day before school, but I was so busy preparing for my sister’s big birthday that I just, plain and simple, forgot every day.

I’ve only done it twice in total. And today finally, I decided to pull another piece of symbolic and motivational arsenal out of my parenting bag.

A star.

I asker her if I could draw a star on her hand, and of course she wanted both hands… so I stood there trying my damn-dest to draw the most even stars I could, with the cat meowing and the clock ticking towards 9am in the background.

We got to school and were near the locker bay as she was unpacking her things. Her teacher smiled and said hi to me… I’ve always liked her, in fact before I knew she was baby girl’s teacher, I wanted her to be baby girl’s teacher… we greeted each other, but today she seemed chirpier with me.

“Baby girl is getting the shooting star award today!”

“Really?!” my eyes widened. I was so happy I was stunned. “What for?”

“Well she is an independent learner, she puts her hand up and always tries, and is a great listener…”

“Wow.”

“Yeah I forgot to tell you earlier… can you make it to assembly?”

Well F*&k. On the one day I was across town ticking off jobs on my to-do list, this was happening. As rushed as I would be, I wasn’t missing this.

“I’ll make it!”

She told baby girl, who fell over backwards (she was on the floor already) when she heard this. She was excited. She finished unpacking and came towards me, all happy and giddy.

“Hey!” I started. “Your stars! How did I know you were getting the shooting star today?”

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I promptly took a photo. They were all in red for their Salvo appeal day, and my heart was already glowing a deep red knowing the future events of the day.

I arrived on time. Sat at the back of the big hall with the other parents witnessing their kids get awards. Each fortnight there is a group of kids from within the whole school who get a shooting star award at assembly. I had never been to assembly. But baby girl has never been called up on stage either.

Today she was first off the rank.

They called the award and her name, and I watched on, so bloody proud as she walked over, got her certificate, and then went to sit on the front of the stage… but before she sat down, she gave a wave to her friends in the front row.

Oh, darling. β™₯β™₯

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It was the sweetest thing. She kept waving to her classmates… she wasn’t the only one, the other kids did it too… and I watched as she hugged her certificate close to her chest in happiness, in between waving to me, and then back to her friends.

Next certificate has to go to who was more excited about her shooting star award… me, Hubbie or baby girl herself. That’s a tough race. There’s some real competition there. πŸ™‚

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