Thursday, September 10, 2015

Mama date - Matilda

Waaaaay back in May, Myl bought Lu and I Matilda tickets for mothers day.
It seemed like forever away but August came up before we knew it and off we went for a very special mama date.

We spent most of the day as a family in Leichhardt, our old hood. We showed the girls our old house and they cared about as much as I care about the cricket score so that was ok.
We walked around and sighed at how much things had changed and how things had stayed the same but we hadn't etc.

Then we drove down into the city and parked near darling harbour.
After a very seriously close shave with darling harbour, in which two small girls (we won't say who they belong to) were chasing seagulls and almost went for a swim, we parted ways. Smalls and Myl off for dumplings in Chinatown and a train (YES) trip home and Lu and I off for an adventure like no other.

We had plenty of time to spare so we had dinner at Pancakes on the Rocks on Darling Harbour. (Lus' choice) A music film clip from The Hobbit came up on the TV screen and Lu asked me why there were so many Santas on the hill.

With dinner done we headed for the theatre. We were pretty early and so spent a while walking uuuuup and dooooown and uuuuup and doooown the swirly staircases looking at the magic Elsa snow. Lu wanted to buy all the souvenirs but we settled for a photo instead.

At last it was time to go in and Lu started shrieking with excitement.
We both loved the show. I was a bit nervous to see how Lu would go with The Trunchbull but she seemed to like it. That or she's mentally blocked it.
She liked the funny bits and loved that most of the people on stage were kids. We may have a career change from ballerina to musical star in the works.

Lu was buzzing after it finished. She was singing the songs and skipped and ran all the way to the car.
But little girls are little girls and she fell fast asleep in the car on the way home as I cursed at Siri driving through the city.



And now, I can't get the songs out of my head. The girls are treated daily to mama renditions of all the songs. At least they're an appreciative audience.




Tuesday, September 8, 2015

The Mermaid Song

Ever wondered what happens when you meet a mermaid on the beach?
Lu and I did, and so we wrote this song.

Watch for some sweet tunes and four year old stage banter.
My favourite bit is Lu's chorus solo.

Fun times.





More singing hilarity over here.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Dad



I have so many memories of my dad growing up.
He's not the kind of Dad you'd forget. He was around. He was interested.
He is interested still.

He was the kind of Dad who was there when you needed him and there when you didn't want him.
There when you need help and there to stop you doing the things you shouldn't.

I've got lots of memories but tonight as I reflect on my Dad one memory sticks out.

It was a Friday. I was seventeen.
I'd had a long week at school and finished it off with a game of basket ball.
My long weeks were looong. School all day and music practice well into the evening.
I can't really remember the specifics but I was tired and upset.

We were in the car, my dad and I.
I think I had that look on my face.
You know the look of a seventeen year old girl who's had a long and tiring week.
But it was more, I can't remember what it was exactly but I was having friend dramas and it was the end. of. the. world.

He asked me what was wrong and in a rare share of emotions I told him.
I think it must have sounded more like the noise of water coming out of the blow hole of a whale coupled with the whale making those whale noises they like to make.
But it was something.

I remember he just listened, and then he just held me.
(We weren't driving by the way, just sitting.)

My big, independent, headstrong, seventeen year old self in the arms of my ever loving dada.

It wasn't the first time he did such a thing, and there have been a few times since but I'm remembering this particular time tonight with a thankful heart that I have a dad who loves me.

A dad who has always loved me.

I have a lifetime of memories and though they may not be perfect, there has always been love.
And that has made all the difference.




Apologies to my brother for the shiny white face...