We are down to our second-to-last day in Melbourne. I’m excited to go to Tasmania on Wednesday, but sad that it signals we are coming close to the end of our trip. We had our last park outing this morning. I went down the slide behind Nola four times. We stopped to get her a smoothie on the way back and I spotted a rack of adorable kid’s clothing on the sidewalk in front of the shop next door while we were waiting for it to be made. I ended up purchasing a floral dress and a pink ballerina skirt. Every little girl should have a tutu, don’t you think?
While Nola went home for her nap, I went back to our flat to shower and change. The day had started out cool, but was rapidly warming up. My husband and I went over to his sister’s house to scope out some chores she needed done. The faucet in her newly remodeled bath needed to be tightened and there were a couple of small paintings and two mirrors to be hung. While we were considering different spots for one of the mirrors, we started talking about the furniture arrangement in the living room. The furniture is really too big for the room and my husband’s sister wasn’t happy with the layout but couldn’t really figure out something better.
The next thing you know, we had shuffled everything around. My husband then tightened up the bathroom faucet while his sister emptied out a desk she wanted to get rid of. By then it was almost 2:30 and we were all starving, so we headed to a nearby cafe for lunch. (Word to the wise – if you order a milkshake in Australia, you will get foamy milk with flavored syrup, literally shaken milk) After we got back to the house, we consigned the desk to the sidewalk and took bets on how long it would sit before getting scooped up. Then we hung the mirrors and paintings. Afterward we all sat around and congratulated ourselves on how much better it looked. We were feeling quite pleased.
We were even more pleased when we realized the desk was gone. Things don’t last too long out on the sidewalk. We left just before Nola’s dinner time. I wanted to get back before it got too cool and I was getting a little tired of Nola sticking her hand down my shirt and grabbing my boobs. Apparently it’s a common behavior with children who have been weaned from breast feeding. I love her dearly, but I have my limits.