#1965 Afternoon ‘yes’ time

It’s been a week of school holidays and I haven’t had much of a chance to do anything for baby girl.

With her. Today, despite, the cold, wind, rain, and 10 degree day temperature, we headed OUT.

You know, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Winter won’t stop me no more. As long as I have my freedom…

… and there’s no lockdowns, I’ll throw on a beanie and a jacket, thank you very much, and LIVE MY LIFE.

Which is what we did.

We kind of just wandered in and out of shops on the Main Street. I snapped a beautiful shot of her reading on the floor of our local bookstore…

And then we headed to get, what else at 3pm?

Yes, that’s right. Babycino and coffee. β˜•πŸ₯›

But when she spied the pancakes on the kids menu, instead of her usual cookie, I turned into ‘YES’ Mum.

She was sooo rapt.

We had a beautiful afternoon, and nothing pleases me more than seeing her excited and happy face.

Even this $4.50 purchase at the cheap shop, as I like to call it, well it’s kept her busy all night, but lo and behold she got all the little hoops on the bars, a few times already. Parents, you will understand this. πŸ˜‚

I hope we can have a lot more fun, excited and ‘yes’ moments in the next week too. πŸ’–πŸ’–

#1854 Our new bird

Meet our new bird.

Ha ha. I never said he was a real bird.

Baby girl got this from the shops today. It’s a tiny, chirping bird that records your voice and repeats it back to you, and it’s the funniest thing ever!

We were all mimicking it this afternoon, trying out different words, phrases, parts of songs, and the bird repeats it back, slightly up-tempo, in this high-pitched avian voice.

Now, we ALL want one!

#1828 Balcony brekkie

So what else does one do when you’re locked at home, it’s beautiful weather…

Did I mention locked at home? 🀣

Well, kind of. Many Melburnians would agree with me. Others would call me over-dramatic, but I am a writer so…


With not much to do, and with so much time to do it, I looked outside, felt the air, and said to baby girl:

“Why don’t we eat breakfast on the balcony?”

It’s a nicer experience actually, without the gazillion cars going by. I actually don’t really notice them, it’s only that Hubbie loves to bring it to our attentions time and time again.

The cars, oh man, the cars. God help us, THE CARS.

But now, during lockdown? There are minimal cars.

It made our tea, toast and toy experience that much more serene, peaceful, and chilled, up there, on a day where we didn’t do much, AT ALL.

Hey, maybe we schedule snap lockdowns once a month, just so we can get some time off? Anyone?

Ok I’ll duck –

#1761 Images of Christmas

Elf on the Shelf this morning… playing Go Fish with his Christmas/fantasy friends.

Re-discovering my Christmas mug again… yes, it IS the most wonderful time of the year.

And then hanging up our big Christmas baubles out the front… and discovering that 2 hours of solar light, was enough for them to shine, for even just a bit.


#1734 Day 236 of getting there: The Christmas Toy

Has this happened to you as a parent?

You go to the shops with your brood. Somewhere like Target, hell, even Safeway (Woolies for you young folk πŸ˜‰)

Your child asks you, “can I have a toy?”




“You already have a million toys.”

“Just one more, please?”

(It is ALWAYS one more).

This was baby girl and I today. I had to grab some bread after work, and so we headed down to the local shopping centre…

But we had time to kill afterwards, and so we strolled around.

We ended up in Target.


Soon she was asking me that question.

“Can I have something, please?”





“Find something for $2 okay! $2 only!”

Now, before you accuse me of being a cheapskate, be mindful that this girl has gotten a gazillion toys during shopping centre walks. She doesn’t need any more, and yet…

There we were, walking around for toys.


I called it early, and said let’s go home… there was nothing for $2, hell, even the chewing gum was probably $2.50. (It ain’t 1990 anymore).

But she was desperate. This young shop-a-holic was looking around, frantic to find something, anything to take home…

And then she found it.

A bloody singing reindeer.

And perhaps unbeknownst to her, but it GOT ME.

Because it’s Christmas-y you see. And I LOVE Christmas. In fact, the thought of Christmas is saving me this year.

This reindeer sings “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer” while his antlers and nose flash up. It is pretty cool, and he is pretty cute.

$2 though? Hell no! This was $19, but I always knew she wasn’t going to find something for $2, just as I knew a ‘stroll’ through the shopping centre would lead to this. πŸ˜‰

This singing reindeer actually reminded me of a sweet memory I had from a few years ago. We were living on the other side of town, and it was late October. We had just gone into Big W, the Christmas decorations were up already (of course) and baby girl had been standing in the trolley, falling in love with this singing and dancing Christmas tree on the shelf that sang “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.”

I FELL IN LOVE WITH IT. And so we got it. And I just remember the amused expression on my face as we went through the centre, baby girl in the trolley pressing the button so the toy tree would sing the Christmas song on repeat, with people around us turning as we passed, curious about the noise, also perhaps wondering why the hell they could hear a Christmas song and it was only October…

But, I loved it.

I wonder if today’s shopping trip will go down in the memory bank like that one… 😊

#1722 Day 224 of getting there: shopping and magic

Today we went SHOPPING!

It was probably to our advantage though that we got there so late. There were still plenty of people about, so you can imagine how crazy it would have been earlier in the day.

And look, probably good for our wallets too, that we weren’t there for so long.

It was busy, it was fun, and it was magical.

Magical? Magical how? What, I assign magic to going back to shopping…?

Well, kind of…

Check this out:

We set baby girl a challenge a week ago… and nevermind what it was, but she did well, and this was her prize. This longed for bloody crystal flyer that’s been all over the freaking kids channels on TV. πŸ™„

IT FLIES, you see. You charge it with a usb (just as well so I don’t bleed my money out on batteries) and then it just propels into the air from its stand, and you place your hand underneath it AS IT HOVERS.

So it sounds simple, right?

This fairy bashed into our walls, cupboards, got tangled in our hair (YES) dozens and dozens of times, before baby girl got the knack of it.

Above, she is getting the knack.

So, it was a pretty magical day, in a way.

A fairy bashed into all corners of our house, but after practice, magic happened. ✨

That sounds like some kind of metaphor…

#1707 Day 209 of getting there: Declutter day

There was nothing else to do on a day like today.

An iso grey day.


It wasn’t even planned. (Seriously, none of my days are anymore).

It all kinda flowed. From de cluttering baby girls toys, to attacking closets, emptying old boxes, organising files, and cleaning out drawers…

I did one after another after another. And considering how grey the day was, and how flat I felt at the start… I felt pretty damn productive and awesome after the day’s work.

There’s nothing quite like clearing and organising your external state, to help fix your internal one. Don’t tell me the two aren’t connected – they are.

#1596 Day 98 of getting there: fiery hair, UP THERE

Look at that girl! She’s on top of the world!

You know you have a child, when their toys follow you ALL AROUND THE HOUSE.

The bedroom, the kitchen, the car, the other car…

The balcony!

We had an afternoon coffee break in the cold biting Winter’s sun today, and four of baby girl’s dolls followed…

I just love it. Anna’s fiery hair flapping in the wind. A force to be reckoned with.

She might be made of plastic. But she’s a reminder of the love we hold in our house.

#1594 Day 96 of getting there: the overdue kids hair cut that grew her up

As a bit of an end of term/school report celebration/’in case’ moment…

I called up a hairdresser’s this morning and booked in baby girl for a hair cut.

The ‘in case’ was just that… in case things shut down again amidst growing coronavirus cases in Victoria, and having not had a hair cut since before she started school at the start of this year, she was really overdue.

I told the hairdresser to cut a fair bit off. She cut, a bit more off.

Neither of us was concerned. Baby girl looked so grown up, so mature. Even with the glittery hair spray and everything. ✨

I took her around the shop later to pick something small to buy. I’ve written about Amazing Toys before, on our first trip there during a school holidays… this place is a haven for kids. Part hairdresser/part pamper place/part workshop play centre/part MASSIVE toy shop.

Just as she suddenly looked so grown up with her shoulder length hair, so too was she mature in her toy choices.

That is, she didn’t really know what to buy.

Have you ever reached that age with your kid, where they want to buy toys, but a part of them is realising that

a) they’ve played with them all before, and

b) it’s all a bit childish now?

I think she knows this, but yet she sees TOYS! and just wants something. I try to encourage her to think about what she would actually play with, remind her of the baskets of stuff she has at home, but still let her make the final choice.

You will be surprised how often they make the right one.

Anyway… love that hair. Love that girl… My big girl. πŸ₯°β€

#1575 Day 77 of getting there: the shopping centre drought-breaker

I feel obliged, to justify myself.

Even though I HATE when people justify. Because when people justify, they aren’t trying to convince you…

They’re trying to convince themselves.

Like, stop making excuses for whatever it is you’re making excuses for. I once told a serial justifier, to stop justifying themselves, THAT’S how much I can’t stand it.

And yet I find myself in the same predicament today.

Having to justify myself, to you.

Or me, I guess?

That’s the state of our hyper-alert, alarmed and aware world at the moment, isn’t it?

Because even though it’s been 3 months that I’ve –

Seen my family.

Gone anywhere.

Gone anywhere AT ALL.

Oh, just grocery shopping…

Target, once.

And today… it was 3 months ’til we’ve been to a shopping centre!

Yes, 3 months, as of today. The drought was broken.

I was second guessing this morning… Like, should we? There are 5 reasons to go out amidst these ongoing restrictions, and heading to a massive shopping centre… well maybe if I tell you what we got you can decide for yourself how ‘essential’ the trip was.

Hubbie got new work jeans.

I needed new jeans… I’d worn in the last ones and they were literally bursting at the seams.

We needed new pillows.

A small toy for baby girl (because entertainment, and sanity?)

And also, Hubbie got some Michael Jordan clothes, like the rest of the world has gone to do after watching The Last Dance, such was the low stock we experienced in the sports store.

So all in all, it was’ kinda,’ ‘sorta,’ ‘not really,’ and ‘absolutely’ essential shopping…

We were amazed at the volume of people. Just astounded. There were actually droves of people everywhere, and the 1.5 metre rule was out the window… people didn’t care. You were lucky to get half a metre of space between you and the next stranger, change rooms were open, and people were so nuts they were even brushing past and making physical contact (shock horror!) as they flew around.

Where are the restrictions? Not at Chaddy today, NO WAY.

Were they doing ‘essential’ shopping? Should I even be questioning them at all when we were there ourselves, adding to it?

Have we been too strict all this time? Or are people letting go of the reigns, and letting the horses roam the fields big time now that cases are starting to stabilise?

This will be up for discussion in a future Friday night conversation, to be sure.

I still don’t know what is acceptable, if we should’ve gone, and if any of this is worth it. If any of these restrictions are worth it when people are congregating together despite the rules.

Despite the rules, we still applied hand sanitiser, at every twist and turn. Entering a shop… exiting a shop. It was everywhere, as well as two tubes I had in my bag.

As we said before we left the house –

“If someone looks at you, sanitise.”

“If someone smiles, sanitise.”

“If someone looks like they’re going to fart, sanitise.”

We did it all day long.

And how can I forget the most important purchase today…

Two new records. Two new albums to add to our slowly growing collection, and two musical artists/bands who I admire with all I have.

Now that, is for the soul. That IS essential.