Thursday, January 17, 2013
Anywhere but here
Today was a scorching 39 degrees and I've been trapped in the city with no escape. All day I wanted to be anywhere but here.
Ideally I'd like to go back a couple of weeks (it's been that long already?!) when we were at the beach with our sweet *new-ish* friends Ryan and Alyce and their adorable babes.
Isn't that time early in a friendship so strange? When you know that these are your people. They must become your people. You think they are awesome and you want to squeeze them and squeal "we are going to be bestest friends forever!" but it's still a bit early to be jumping on them all familiar like and doing things like talking about bodily functions or making jokes at their expense...but don't you worry Alyce (hi! *waves*) I'm going to be laughing at you, not just with you real soon- as I hope you will be laughing openly at me!
This last photo oozes "Rooster undertaking Dad training". I mean he's carrying a pink Dorothy the Dinosaur bag!!
Ella and James are such sweethearts. They are a little salty and red here, but Jamesie Boy (as his Mum calls him) has the bluest lady-killer eyes you have ever seen. No joke.
And Mumsie was very taken with Ella. They dropped by Mumsie's when they got into town and Ella was straight into the toy box and the Thomas trains. A girl after my own heart! Saying that Mumsie was taken with a toddler says A LOT. She might deny it in public to be polite, but Mumsie is not into babies. She can handle it when they are related to her or belong to a dear friend, but she isn't one of those maternal types who coos over babies and instinctively reaches for a hold. That being the case, she said more than once later that evening things along the lines of how sweet Ella was, how well behaved, confident and happy playing with our bashed up tin Thomas, Percy and co. I wondered whether she had heat stroke...
And me? I'm the opposite. I'm generally known as a baby stealer. I'll pick up anyone's kid and try to nibble their chub rolls. Don't get me wrong, I don't want a baby in, or around, my uterus for a few years yet, but I am a pretty serious baby magnet. My buddies at the fish and chip shop used to joke that the counters were so high so that I couldn't leap over and steal babies during my shifts. And don't even get me started on puppy school night at the vets next door...mini humans, mini dogs, I want to smoosh my face into them. Then run away.
You've been warned.
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Love these shots and what a sweet post!
ReplyDeleteThe heat was a bit too much for me too, thank goodness for slushies and Boost juice!
Absolutely. I pumped the bejesus out of my Soda Stream. Cold bubbly water mmm...
DeleteDon't forget ducklings and lambs!
ReplyDeleteOh the lambs at the farm- Pickle and Rosemary. I wonder what happened to those sweet little things. Long gone now. They were totally smoosh-worthy!
DeleteOhhhhhh your pics just look lovely, it is -2 here and we are waiting for the snow to hit :(
ReplyDeleteI am dreaming of flip flops and ice cream!!
And, yes, babies and puppies are without a doubt just face smooshable!! X
So stunning!
ReplyDeleteWhy don't we follow each other? :)
XOXO,
Monika
I totally get what you're saying about new friends. It's like I want to be best friends and hang out and I'm constantly still wondering and hoping that they feel the same way?
ReplyDeleteYes! And you don't want to cross the line over to stalker where they get the impression that you want to skin tham and wear them as a coat!!
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