Hayley. A new friend, but also an old friend. (I can't take credit for that, those are her words).
We have gotten into a little ritual of a Sunday morning breakfast near my house. It's a good ritual to have. She has two little people, and yesterday she brought them both along. I was feeling very ambitious, and attempted to take a foot photo of all five of us. My old friend and I both love foot photos. And she has new red connies, so it seemed a necessary thing to do. Getting 5 pairs of big and small feet into one picture is hard, as you can see from the result. It was fun though, even if little BB spent most of her time getting smooshed by her buddies.
In this ritual, after our breakfast we walk to the park. Normally we just mooch, but yesterday we were trying to get there before the kidlets got tired, and it seemed to take forever. Things always take longer when you're actively waiting for them to happen, don't you think?
We hung out and pretended to be park mums. While we were there we had a serious case of shoe envy, from another mum. She had silver connies. The world of playground fashion... it's brutal. I'm a total impostor in this environment. I don't have a child that is big enough for any of the equipment. I can't open the childproof gate properly. And maneuvering the buggy? Urgh. We have joked about getting me some L plates for that thing. It would be a wise decision. For my safety and the safety of those around me.
Jokes aside, it's nice that after a year of being in Sydney I finally have some friends I can call my own. Mums and non mums, but people that ride my wave. And to have these rituals again? These meetings that are a given and don't even have to be organised? Well, that's just awesome. Totally awesome.