March was a busy birthday month so somehow our monthly Twelvetimes date night was lost into the ether. Yet determination and the ability claw my way back to my plan made me accept that this weekend was close enough to March to count as our March date. Big sister Kitty took our little angel while we ran quickly into the distance.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore being a mummy. I fought a very long hard battle for this miracle child. She is inquisitive, exceptionally agile and an undeniable magic radiates from her wide grin as she excitedly explores the world. The room lights up like sunshine when she giggles.
Yet she is also relentless. Pushing boundaries, demanding attention, grabbing, touching and moving. Constantly moving. Like a bumble bee starved of pollen stumbling upon a flower meadow. She buzzes frenzied from blossom to blossom. Her enthusiasm and pace is exhausting. Which is why I treasure those snippets of time when I can remove the robes and hats of mummy, teacher, entertainer, cleaner and supervisor stripped bare to me. Just a me who is at times forgotten even by myself.
Coffee by the Kingston foreshore with a sumptuous Italian meal and nothing but the quiet moments to talk with my hubby. Yes these rare time are precious. Reviving. Essential remedy. Renewal.
Today, I am refreshed. Although we did meet another goal- Pizza night with friends last night. I think we had fun as we polished off 2 bottles of wine and they didn’t leave until nearly 1am. Today we set out on our monthly bike ride with Miss Bee in her Wee hoo bike trailer. She loved it. Indeed so much so that when we returned home she wasn’t giving up on the helmet and a classic toddler tantrum ensued. We let her wear her helmet around the house. Sometimes with toddlers you need to pick your battles and helmet wearing was really a non issue.
Here it is. ..late. She’s fed and bathed, in her PJs and ready for bed, having one last play with her dolls YET again wearing her helmet. Little funny bunny.
An afternoon of tea, chooks and visiting friends on a farm was toddler heaven. Miss Bee made a little friends to run amok with! I used the opportunity to take some memory photos of the visit. Many were portraits and I have been told I am not allow to share them with you all… sorry.
Born to hunt? Haaa haaa….