If this isn't nice

I'm sitting cross-legged on my new couch, streaming Christmas music and drinking tea by the light of our beautiful, twinkly tree. Immy's birthday presents are all wrapped, and she is tucked up in my bed, inhaling and exhaling the final night of her sixth year. I just went in to check on her: pulled the blankets over loose, lanky limbs, brushed the hair from her face, tucked her huge blue dolphin in next to her.

This post is inspired by a Kurt Vonnegut quote I read a few days ago: I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is". 


Our happy moments, in pictures.

On sunny Sunday afternoons you can usually find us in our park. It's a minute's walk from our house, a pocket of rolling green grass, huge leafy trees, flowers and benches and old-fashioned lamp posts. She takes a ball, and we spend about two hours playing, or walking around the gardens, or just lying under the trees staring at the clouds. 

 photo thumb_IMG_5373_1024_zpsuuf1mok6.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5378_1024_zpspo5d9ult.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5266_1024_zpsifistr0q.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5317_1024_zpswhsdiqch.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5391_1024_zpspybhxvrc.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5284_1024_zpsyd1m9vo8.jpg width = 800

 photo thumb_IMG_2679_1024_zps24gbmqq1.jpg

Home things. The light in our place is ethereal - on sunny mornings it streams through the floor to ceiling windows, filling our bedrooms with warmth and happiness. It was the first thing I noticed in the pictures when I was looking for a place, and it's what I love most about living here.

 photo thumb_IMG_1972_1024_zps0jtdbq6s.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2505_1024_zps8ykwj6pq.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5551_1024_zpsord3hnso.jpg


 photo thumb_IMG_1773_1024_zpsczbmhbpp.jpg

Small adventures. We got a car, and took a drive to the beach. I live exactly four minutes away from Rob, and eight minutes from her school when the traffic is really bad. We turn the music up SO LOUD and have car dance parties. Our current playlist favourites: Pentatonix (Daft Punk), Sound of Silence (Disturbed), Take it from Me (Kongos), Like a Prayer (Madonna) and Love Runs Out (still going strong after two years).Today she asked if we could listen to Sound of Silence. I put it on, and felt the hairs on my arms stand up on end (every time) when he got to 'fools said I, you do not know' because - that voice. At the end of the song, she was quiet, and then she said: Mama. I really like that song. But it sounds like hard work. 

Which is really exactly how it sounds.

 photo thumb_IMG_2206_1024_zpse930rfm4.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2213_1024_zpsvl6cznqq.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2225_1024_zpskhi5p7pf.jpg

School drop offs and pickups.

 photo thumb_IMG_1950_1024_zpsuv6spmty.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2016_1024_zpsdk3mptx6.jpg

Of course, things are getting very Christmassy around here. We don't have much furniture, but we did buy an enormous tree. Our Swarovski snowflake ornament arrived. The first present is wrapped, and from when I open my eyes in the morning we stream Christmas music, and light candles, and put Christmas into every corner.

 photo thumb_IMG_5133_1024_zpsxrka5fa9.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2336_1024_zpsl8xgfdxg.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_2339_1024_zps4gli6w5d.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5610_1024_zps3qt7z6xt.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5080_1024_zpsj0vn1qzp.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5459_1024_zpspskv2j3u.jpg

We're setting these two up together. Christmas match-making.

 photo thumb_IMG_5107_1024_zpsqrkppk8x.jpg

Stocking stuffers. Unicorn shower caps - one for her, and one for me. Cannot wait.

 photo thumb_IMG_5462_1024_zpsg63xq7ws.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5553_1024_zpsdho21zaw.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5105_1024_zpspzjbsd7w.jpg

And this. A tiny Father Christmas in the tiny chimney of our tiny candle house. He looks a bit shell-shocked, which may or may not have something to do with the fact that I actually lit the candle inside the house, and almost melted off his arms.

 photo thumb_IMG_5440_1024_zps7pdisomg.jpg

 photo thumb_IMG_5443_1024_zpsnzxd3vbk.jpg


Before we get to the Christmas half of December, we have a seventh birthday to celebrate. Gifts are ready. Four school friends have been invited for a pizza and craft party at Firechief. (I literally did this in the last 24 hours. So stressy!) Party pack contents have been carefully chosen, silver paper plates and party hats procured.

The last thing left to do is to have a chat with the fairies. We're expecting fairy-sized gifts delivered through the fairy door, and I think they still have a card to write. Guess they'd better get on it.

- m