Weddings
A few weeks ago Hubby and I were getting reading to go out. On our own. Not just for dinner, but to live theatre as well. A group at Hubby's work had organised for tickets to "Phantom of the Opera". I've always wanted to see it but finances or feeding babies has kept us from doing so in the past. Occasionally going out for dinner is nice when there's no little people to worry about. A really HOT dinner! A friend of mine says that you can tell the parents of young children when they go out to dinner. She says they bolt down their dinner at an amazing rate (forgetting the children aren't there) in anticipation of having to stop at any moment to pick up a crying baby, cut up a child's dinner or feed a young toddler. I've always felt it's rather ironic that parents ideally would like to eat their dinner hot, but in the process of entertaining a young child while the child's dinner cools down to near freezing so they'll eat it, their own dinner gets rather cold.
When Anika was around 3 months old and we were celebrating our second wedding anniversary my mother offered to babysit while we went out to dinner. At that stage Anika would be fed around 7 pm and sleep until 2 am when the next feed was expected so we figured we'd be safe to slip out for a couple of hours. Sure enough Anika went off to sleep at 7 pm and we headed out. I must have been a little nervous about it though. As we sat down at the table in the restaurant I heard a "Will Mrs. Munurph, munurph (indecipherable) please come to the telephone." I automatically assumed it was for me and was wondering if my poor mother was juggling a screaming baby. I literally ran for the phone, perhaps knocking over a few diners in my haste. When I got there all I got was blank looks when I said I was Mrs Q and was I wanted on the phone. It turned out it was for a Mr. Someone or other not Mrs Q.
Anyway, we were all getting ready to go out and I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom applying make up when Mike, who'd been watching the proceedings, made the comment, "Are you getting married, Mummy?" After a bit of thought I remembered that the last time I'd worn such a formal outfit to go out was to a friend's wedding so perhaps that was the connection? Maybe I need to dress up more often?
Anika took Mike to the wedding photo on the wall and he recognised that yes, that was Mummy and Daddy but hadn't made the connection that it was our wedding day then. I should be pleased. My mother-in-law told me that when Hubby and his siblings were younger they used to look at their parent's wedding photo and say, "There's Daddy. There's a pretty lady. Where's Mummy?"
When Anika was younger she loved the idea of playing weddings. Lloyd had this really cute little bear that was dubbed "Baby Bear Robert" after a friend's son Robert was born. With the huge array of stuffed toys in the house there was ample opportunity for weddings. Every Saturday whilst Hubby and I sipped on our afternoon tea there would be a new wedding. I had to put my biology background aside as bears married rabbits and had Duplo children.
Baby Bear Robert was a much loved bear but sometimes Lloyd's fascination with this toy wore thin. When we used to live in the country we made frequent trips to Brisbane when Anika and Lloyd were young. To pass the time Lloyd used to sing, "Baby Bear Robert's hopping in the car and he's going to Brisbane." In monotone. For two and a half hours solid. I can't give you any idea of the tune because there wasn't one.
When Lloyd was around four he was playing on his bed with Baby Bear Robert and some other toys. Baby Bear Robert was "talking" away to the other toys. We had to go out shopping before it got too late so I said, "Lloyd, time to go now, Baby Bear Robert can play and talk with the toys while we're out." "Oh, Mummy! " Lloyd exclaimed, "Baby Bear Robert is only a TOY!" Hasn't he seen "Toy Story"? To insanity and beyond.
When Anika was around 3 months old and we were celebrating our second wedding anniversary my mother offered to babysit while we went out to dinner. At that stage Anika would be fed around 7 pm and sleep until 2 am when the next feed was expected so we figured we'd be safe to slip out for a couple of hours. Sure enough Anika went off to sleep at 7 pm and we headed out. I must have been a little nervous about it though. As we sat down at the table in the restaurant I heard a "Will Mrs. Munurph, munurph (indecipherable) please come to the telephone." I automatically assumed it was for me and was wondering if my poor mother was juggling a screaming baby. I literally ran for the phone, perhaps knocking over a few diners in my haste. When I got there all I got was blank looks when I said I was Mrs Q and was I wanted on the phone. It turned out it was for a Mr. Someone or other not Mrs Q.
Anyway, we were all getting ready to go out and I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom applying make up when Mike, who'd been watching the proceedings, made the comment, "Are you getting married, Mummy?" After a bit of thought I remembered that the last time I'd worn such a formal outfit to go out was to a friend's wedding so perhaps that was the connection? Maybe I need to dress up more often?
Anika took Mike to the wedding photo on the wall and he recognised that yes, that was Mummy and Daddy but hadn't made the connection that it was our wedding day then. I should be pleased. My mother-in-law told me that when Hubby and his siblings were younger they used to look at their parent's wedding photo and say, "There's Daddy. There's a pretty lady. Where's Mummy?"
When Anika was younger she loved the idea of playing weddings. Lloyd had this really cute little bear that was dubbed "Baby Bear Robert" after a friend's son Robert was born. With the huge array of stuffed toys in the house there was ample opportunity for weddings. Every Saturday whilst Hubby and I sipped on our afternoon tea there would be a new wedding. I had to put my biology background aside as bears married rabbits and had Duplo children.
Baby Bear Robert
Later Anika wrote a master's thesis on "Baby Bear Robert Land". I kid you not. It was 20 000 words long and detailed the genealogy of every stuffed toy and Duplo figure that ever existed in this house. If she hadn't grown out of this idea before we started accumulating Lego people there would be a PhD. We happen to have the Southern Hemisphere's equivalent of Legoland Windsor here.
Baby Bear Robert was a much loved bear but sometimes Lloyd's fascination with this toy wore thin. When we used to live in the country we made frequent trips to Brisbane when Anika and Lloyd were young. To pass the time Lloyd used to sing, "Baby Bear Robert's hopping in the car and he's going to Brisbane." In monotone. For two and a half hours solid. I can't give you any idea of the tune because there wasn't one.
When Lloyd was around four he was playing on his bed with Baby Bear Robert and some other toys. Baby Bear Robert was "talking" away to the other toys. We had to go out shopping before it got too late so I said, "Lloyd, time to go now, Baby Bear Robert can play and talk with the toys while we're out." "Oh, Mummy! " Lloyd exclaimed, "Baby Bear Robert is only a TOY!" Hasn't he seen "Toy Story"? To insanity and beyond.
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