My poor sweet girl has had a rough trot lately.  She misses our home in Melbourne, and everything associated with it – our actual house, our animals, her friends, her daycare Mum, her cubby house.  In short, she misses her life as she’s always known it.  Her Daddy’s been travelling every week again, and even her Mummy has had to go away a few times.  On top of that, she’s been sick, and in the past week has been struck not once, but twice, with a mystery belly-ache.  It’s a level of pain that I’ve never seen her in before, and it breaks my heart into a million pieces.

I’ve tried as much as I can to keep her as happy as possible, and to find little pockets of joy for her wherever I can.  Scooting to the park, reading stories together, snuggling on the couch in front of Dora or Peppa.  A jump on the trampoline, lizard & turkey spotting in the backyard, a sneaky ice cream before dinner (shhh … don’t tell Daddy!).

And one of my favourite things to do when I was a child – running barefoot through the sprinkler in the back yard.  It takes her a little while to get into it – “But Mummy, I’ll get wet!” “Yes darling, that’s the idea!” – but when she does, she absolutely loves it.  I’m sure it’s done all over the world, but I do feel that there’s something so very Australian about it … especially when there’s a Hills Hoist, some corrugated iron & a garden hose to complete the picture!

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