You go to the shops with your brood. Somewhere like Target, hell, even Safeway (Woolies for you young folk 😉)
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. 😉
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… 😊
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. 🙄
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. ✨
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 aboutAmazing 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. 🥰❤
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 AT ALL.
Oh, just grocery shopping…
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.