I have a confession to make and it wasn’t easy for me to admit this. I am a backseat driver.
Are you shocked by my revelation? Sorry if I disappointed you but it is what it is.
Yip, I’m that annoying passenger.
And, let me just say, I guess I’ve earned this stereotypical name “backseat driver”. Although I find myself mostly in the front passengers seat and not at the back; my reaction and behaviour is the same.
Unless you had a colicky baby, it is something that those parents who have not experienced it won’t understand. An experience that I wish on no parent, especially a first time mom.
Experiencing motherhood for the second time, had to be a breeze. Or so I thought. She was a full term baby, healthy and breastfed. This was completely opposite to our first birthing experience.
Remembering our first experience with colic 8 years ago. When our second daughter, Mika, developed it at 4 weeks old. Crying non-stop from 18h00 – 22h00 at night. Colic was something unforeseen as we didn’t go through it with our first daughter. Creeping up on us out of the blue. It was a predictable scene that played off in front of us every single night.
You guys we’ve made the best investment ever. For the longest time I wanted a wood fired pizza oven. I mean who doesn’t want one after seeing Jamie Oliver cook in his wood fired outdoor pizza oven and displaying his culinary skills.
Then last year, after visiting one of the malls, I saw an exhibition of portable stainless steel Piccolo wood fired pizza ovens. The design was perfect with its remarkable workmanship. However how I visualised it, it never really fitted into our then backyard. Needless to say, I took a pamphlet and a business card and headed home.
We are fast approaching the end of March. It’s also the end of the first school term and almost Easter.
Huh! How is this possible? Didn’t we just celebrate Christmas the other day. Time really waits on no one.
I’ve decided to do a monthly segment on what I am grateful for. Yes I know it sounds kind of cheesy. But you see cultivating an attitude of gratitude is so important.
We often only reflect on what we are grateful for around celebratory days like Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving. Life is not always easy and as humans when caught up in the negativity of what life throws at us, we forget that we have so much to be thankful for.
Summer is now something of the past and it’s officially Autumn. Although the Summer-Autumn transition happened, the weather is still sunny during the day; but early mornings and evenings are chillier.
Nevertheless, a new season calls for a change in habits. I absolutely love Autumn. Probably one of my favorite seasons as the fresh air brushes your skin there is no need to worry about your make up melting. With crisp golden-brown leaves falling from the trees and the crushing sound it makes under your feet. You more prone to stay indoors and snuggle up with a good book. I must admit with slightly colder weather at night, my ability to step outdoors is zilch. Although not yet freezing temperatures, Autumn is the perfect rationale to start having comfort food and warm drinks. One less thing to worry about is regular hair removal from your legs as it will be covered up most of the time.
This has been something we as a family have considered and pondered on for a while. The adoption process has started by completing the paper work. The next step is the screening process and a site visit to our house. Making sure that it is a suitable environment and it complies with the adoption policy.
Thinking about it, makes we wonder if we are ready for this. Is this the right time? With an already demanding work and family life, will there ever be a right time.
This is a huge decision that will have an impact on our family. It is not the time to make unconscious decisions without taking into account the logistics. The logistics encapsulates being emotionally, physically, mentally and financially prepared for this?
Its 18h00 pm on a Thursday evening and the house is exceptionally quiet. Usually around this time the girls shower together and they sing at the top of their voices, chatter and laughter from across their rooms, teasing each other or would have the odd quarrel about silly things.
None of that is happening tonight. And it didn’t happen last night too. This is what my house has been like for the past 2 days.
I’m not even sure where to start with this post. So just bear with me as I’m trying to put my thoughts into words. It is a bit of a difficult subject to deal with especially if your child has been on the receiving end.
I’m still a bit perturbed by what transpired.
Now before I continue, let me just mention that I come from a family culture who loves food and entertaining. My mom taught us that you never let someone leave your house without offering them something to eat and drink. It is up to them whether they accept the offer or not.
There is nothing worse than hosting a party and your guests end up leaving miserable, tired and hungry.
A week ago a local based South African company, Mini-Me.Co.Za Personalised Lego Gifts popped me an email and offered me the opportunity to create my own personalised Lego figurine. An instant thought crossed my mind. How cool would that be? If toy companies can give celebrities the opportunity to create their own dolls; why can’t I create my own little mini-me Lego. Not that I classify myself as a celebrity but I am a blogger and my hard work must count towards something – right. I accepted the offer and created this cute little mini-me version of myself.
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