9 month old babies are possibly the sweetest babies in the world. Actually, strike that. 9 month old babies that you can give back and don’t have to wake to in the middle of the night but can enjoy all the cute parts of, are possibly the sweetest babies in the world. Georgie, who visited us on Friday night was no exception. We were all a bit smitten with her. And why wouldn’t you be?
Saturday morning we woke up and headed off to Daisy’s first hockey game. It was awesome. They lost 4-1 but she had the best time playing and when her mate Finn scored the only goal and all the parents were cheering like crazies and she went and gave him a pat on the back to congratulate him? Well, it was just plain wonderful. I feel like such a Mum now, with this grown up kid at School, who plays sport, it blows my mind.
We got to Mum’s place and Daisy’s cold caught up with her. We had to give Jack’s party a miss which was a shame but there was no way I was going to let a sick kid get in the way of my night off. I tucked her up and ran away as quickly as I could without looking back! I got a text from my husband when I got into town and he was already settled into our hotel. It was like a treasure hunt – with all the reminders of all the places where we first met, or first kissed, or had our first date. It was awesome, he is awesome and it was just so nice to be us again, a chance to remember that we really are fabulous together, have a laugh, and just be.
This is where we had our first kiss almost 9 years ago now. I felt like I was in The Amazing Race when I got there waiting for my next clue!
The room was alright, I suppose…KIDDING! It was ridiculous. As was the sunny afternoon that Sydney put on for us. She was in all her glory and it was nice to be back.
We had some champagne. I had a bath. We had no where to be. No one asking for anything. It was pure heaven.
We got dressed and went to meet my little sis & her husband who was celebrating their 1st Wedding Anni as well. Stop taking photos of yourself you fucking tossbag…
Not a bad spot for an early evening cocktail now was it?
Then we headed out to dinner to the place we had our first “proper” date. It was SO fun to be back there. A cheap and cheerful Asian place in Darlo that serves wine in tumblers and pork buns some kick arse duck pancakes. We laughed. And talked, properly talked. And maybe kissed a little as well. We even got to sit in the same table – serendipity!
I slept in a king size bed for 9, that’s right, 9 hours without being interrupted. Then when I woke I read the Sunday papers and ordered a club sandwich, with yes, chips and ate it all before 10.30am. It doesn’t get much better than that.
We got back to Mum’s to discover that Harper had come down with a vomiting bug (of course she had) and poor Mum had to deal with that in the middle of the night. I felt terrible for 2 minutes, then just immensely grateful that someone else got to deal with those two vomits while I slept, all the while unknowingly. Ignorance is bliss sometimes is it not? We got home, dealt with some more vomit, hung out with the kids and enjoyed being back home. Fancy is wonderful, trips down memory lanes are fun, but home, with kids and my husband and sleepless nights and vomit are where my heart truly is. I’m glad I got reminded of that this weekend.