well, september has been a pretty large month.
princess has learnt to ride a bike. i know, i know, at the age of just nine, it's a little late. but hey, we are a non-man family here, and though i can be fairly manly at times with my shedding hair in the bathroom [okay, so it's long] and the way i pat gigi [at times, very roughly affectionate in a tradesman-type of way], there aint no testosterone here, well not much. and you need testosterone to teach kids to ride bikes, and to kick a footy, or a soccer ball, don't you?
no, i'm bullshitting you.
so i persisted and i was surprised, oh me of little faith. she was simply ready, and tonight we walked around the streets, she on her bmx [it's second-hand. i will get her a malvern star when i am sure she will use it enough] and me being hauled along the footpath by the gigi.
the other big thing is PSP learnt to blow bubblegum bubbles. now, this is big too. riding a two-wheeler and blowing bubbles are coming of age-type things. you only learn how to do them once.
my baby's growing up.
she is more confident, she is walking on air. now she tells me she wants to have singing classes, and asks about 'how do you become famous, mummy?'
note that she still calls me mummy. love that.
the final momentous thing that has happened is that i have been left a pair of white loafers by someone i have never met, and who, even though he is homeless, i refuse to let rent my 'secret life of them' pad in st kilda, because i know he won't respect it. so stop asking me cotton.
but thanks for the thought. i will treasure those shoes. and i will hold you to your bequest.