Night out

I had my first evening (well, two hours) out without Captain. Who managed to lure me out, I hear you ask? Was it Hubby, with all his talk of needing time away from the kids? Was it old pals?

No. It was Mr. Buttons.
Yesterday, out of the blue, he asked me to go and listen to his school's choir. Me, specifically. Even saying Hubby would need to stay and mind Captain. He told me they sang a song that made him feel calm.

I felt honoured to be the chosen one, so I arranged Captain's oddfather to come over and babysit (he's the only one I would've trusted) and asked nana to give us a lift there to shorten the time a bit.

It was strange to be out in the evening without a sling, holding a -wait for it... a HANDBAG! This is the first time in two years such a thing has been seen on my arm. My backpack is now sulking in a corner, we'll have to sort things out tomorrow. I had a fabulous time, leaky eyes as the children sang and felt like I had shared something special with Mr. Buttons.

Mr. Buttons enjoyed some songs, "hated" one and used his program as a fan lots, which was great entertainment.

Captain had stuffed herself with peanut butter-pear porridge, made a video of saying "No!" in varying firmness of tone to everything Netflix has to offer (except Sponge Bob) and practised wrapping her oddfather around her little finger.

All in all, great night was had by all.

Happy Father's Day!

Today I had an unexpected hour to myself.
I tried on a ridiculously expensive skirt, just for fun.
Had a hot cup of coffee. Was alarmed to have such hot liquid touch my lips. Didn't burn myself.

I also went to an assessment for therapy.
It was a big deal for me, because this is the first time I chose to ask for help.
Now I wait for an appointment.

Later Hubby brought us to the house and gave me my birthday present early.
He had gone to my favourite art gallery and bought the piece I have been visiting for months.
He hung it on the wall and there it was, waiting for me when I turned around.
Such a thoughtful thing to do...

Strange kind of a day.
Hubby asked if I felt good strange or bad strange, but I haven't found the answer quite yet.

Happiness is...

...spring cleaning the routine!

My daughter the Rastamouse (and other artistic adventures)

Today myself and the Captain had a fun day.

We dropped Mr. Buttons off to school and went to our first ever toddler music group.
It was one man and his guitar type of thing, with different shakers, tambourines and various other noisy things for the kids to play with. The class was sixty minutes long, which was great as it took Captain a while to warm up. Bob Marley cover was the way to her heart, it seems. That's my daughter!

I enjoyed it possibly more than she did and left with a big smile on my face. She was too busy snuggling to have any feedback. Then she proceeded to have an epic nap, while I had a lovely cup of coffee and chatted to some nice grown-ups I happened to meet at our local café.

While waiting for Mr. Buttons to finish in school, we nipped into the gallery to have a look. Chatted to the owner about a photography exhibition they'd had a while back. He said people had viewed it as borderline soft porn and was mourning the fact photography doesn't sell well in Ireland. I said I thought both facts were very strange, to which he replied, "You're in a strange country!"

He then went on to say how ridiculous he found the fact that even breastfeeding has become something that people find a problem with. He told me about his experiences on the matter, I told him I'm training to become a BFC. He was saddened that breastfeeding has become such a lost art that one would need to specifically train to help a mom with it. I always leave that place happier than I went in, for more reasons than one.

Have you come across any surprise lactivists recently?