Dear Big Liam and Big Hannah #7


Everytime you go away, you take a piece of me with you…

Paul Young, 1985

So it’s been 13 days and 12 nights since we’ve seen you guys. Now I am not going to lie to you, by the time you read this you will be old enough to understand that mommies and daddies need a break from their kids, so let me say that this time away from you guys has been uhhhh-mazing (that means amazing to you). It’s like when you take a holiday from work, you come back pumped and revitalized and full of ideas and you make the other people in your office quite sick with your tanned skin, big ideas, and your post holiday glow. Same thing. This time away from you guys has me feeling all holier-than-thou about my parenting. Because let’s be honest, there are a lot of flaws with my parenting skills, how you guys have turned out alright is still a mystery to me, but yes I have grand schemes and ideas for our future. I’m going to be a better mom, you are going to fabulous kids and all will be right with the world. And then you’ll wake up on Monday morning and well… things will probably go pear shaped as they do on Monday mornings.

But yes. That’s why a break is good.

Because it reminds us how much we love each other, how we miss each other when we’re apart is an indication of how deeply we care for each other. Sometimes in the day to day rat race that is life, the only time I actually look at you and really fall in love with you all over again is when you’re asleep in your bed, and I come in to make sure you haven’t kicked your blankets off and that you aren’t hanging over the side of your bed, and only THEN do I take that moment, in all your silent sleeping beauty, to really take you in. The rest of the 23 hours and 50 minutes of the day are just a blur of work, school, taking and fetching, cooking, shouting, yelling, crying, kissing, making up, administration and LIFE.

But these 13 days and 12 nights your Dad and I have had a ball without you, but in everything we’ve done and in every moment of peace and quiet we have talked about you, laughed about you, expressed our hopes and dreams for you, it’s true – our lives revolve around you guys! I’ve fallen in love with you all over again and I can’t wait to squeeze the life out of you when I see you again. Now calm down, this doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you before. My love for you is unconditional and unwavering, but sometimes we don’t like each other, and that’s cool. Because even when we don’t particularly like each other for that moment, there is nothing or no one who can replace the deep hole in my heart that you two have squeezed yourselves into.

So I’ve said it a million times here on the blog, but I just want you to know, for realsies, fo sho’, that when you read this as teenagers, just know that these two outdated, old fashioned loser parents of yours (isn’t that what all teenagers think of their parents?) love you so very much, that regardless of the arguments we will have, regardless of punishment which will be metered out for the stupid things you are SURE to do while growing up, regardless of how many times you slam the door in my face and regardless of how many times I swipe you across the bum with my slipper – you guys are my everything, I love you, I can’t imagine my life without you two in it and even though this parenting thing is hard and I may make mistakes, I am so grateful to God for the opportunity to raise you two and I wouldn’t swop this job for anything in the world

Assuring you of my constant love and admiration

Mom xxx

Pink or Blue? Huggies helps you decide.


Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you have probably seen a blog post or a tweet or an FB status about the New Huggies® Gold for Boys & Girls.

I was lucky enough to score an invitation to the Joburg event and can I just say that Huggies always host the best functions. I’ve attended an event of theirs in the past which I thoroughly enjoyed and this one was no different. Set in the hills of the Westcliff hotel, the venue was beautifully decorated with all things pink and blue. We were served a delicious breakfast, feasted on cupcakes and other sweet treats, enjoyed an amusing talk by the talented mommy and comedian, Tumi Maroke, and highlight of the event – there were no kids allowed. All the mamas enjoyed the morning off.

So about these nappies.

 

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Liam was a leaker. Oh my word, this kid used to pee through nappies like he was being paid for it. I tried every brand of nappy, I tried doubling nappies at bed time, I tried putting those horrible waterproof thingies over his nappy – nothing worked, this kid just used to leak. Remember this post? Yeh, I had my fair share of diaper issues! And I know many moms will agree with me, there is nothing worse than having to change clothing and bedding during the night due to a malfunctioning nappy which has exploded all over the bedroom. I always wondered if it was a boy thing? I mean I never had these issues with Hannah? The only time Hannah leaked was when I avoided changing her – like her nappy would be hanging down by her knees, the child would be moving in slow motion due to the extra baggage between her legs, until it eventually leaked or exploded and only theeeeeen would the husband and I ching-chong-cha to see who would change her. Clearly, as Huggies have discovered, boys and girls are not the same, they are different, so it figures that their nappies should be different too, right? Right.

Huggies have developed the cutest Disney themed gender specific nappies. Mickey Mouse for boys and Minnie Mouse for girls. While the cuteness factor is a winner all in itself, the REAL winner with these nappies is that they are tailor made specifically for your little boy or girl – thanks to the location of the absorbency pad. They call them “targeted absorbent zones.” Check it out…

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Cool hey? I wish these nappies were around when Liam was still nappy-clad. I think these nappies are going to fix a lot of mamas’ nappy woes, like seriously. Guess what I’m taking to the next baby shower?

Huggies, I think you guys have a winner with this nappy.

Ps: It was also great to catch up with my fellow mommy bloggers and to meet some of the people in my phone. I need to blog about how weird it is meeting someone for the first time in real life, yet you know almost every detail about the lives via the interwebs… totally weird!

4 Minute Cheesecake, Anyone?


Well I am happy to report that the 4 minute cheesecake was a success! This is going to be my new go-to dessert for many reasons:

  1. While it takes a bit longer than 4 minutes (making the base will take you about 2 minutes extra and then it does need time to set in the fridge), it is by far the simplest and quickest dessert I have ever made.
  2. It is so versatile, so depending on your mood and palette, you can turn it into whatever you’re wishing for on that particular day.
  3. It’s a really cool recipe to get the kids involved in. I don’t know about you, but when my kids want to “help” me in the kitchen, I make sure there’s something simple and tidy on the menu. Here’s a free tip for you when cooking with children: Do NOT ever attempt a recipe that includes separating eggs (whites from yellows) or “gently folding” something into the mixture. Kids cannot separate eggs no matter what fancy apparatus you are using and they have no concept of “gently folding” anything, so your efforts will flop, I assure you. I digress. This recipe is simple enough for kids to make, AND it’s quick enough to hold their attention. Believe me, I’ve been Supermom who tries the fancy stuff with the kids, only to have them bored and whining on step 4 of 15 in the method section of the recipe. You’re then left to complete the process AND clean up the kitchen alone. The winner-winner-chicken-dinner prize with kids in the kitchen is to do something which is fun and quick and to include them in the cleaning up process before the whining starts. It’s a fine art, I tell you.

Anyway this recipe is all of the above.

Ingredients:

  1. 1 packet of Tennis biscuits
  2. 1 litre of yoghurt in your desired flavor
  3. 1 tin of condensed milk

Method:

  1. Crush the biscuits and mix with softened butter to create the base.
  2. Mix the condensed milk and yoghurt together and microwave for 4 minutes.
  3. Pour the mixture on top of the biscuit base and allow to set in the fridge.

Tadaaaaa!

As I said, you can adapt this recipe in a million ways. Add lemon zest and a dash of lemon juice with plain or vanilla yoghurt for a lemony tart. Or use strawberry yoghurt, blitz a few strawberries in a blender and add to the mixture and throw a few strawberries on top to complete the look. Use chocolate chip yoghurt, a chocolate-y biscuit base and decorate with shaved chocolate. I mean the possibilities are ENDLESS. What I found is the longer you leave it to set in the fridge, the stiffer it becomes. However time is not always on your side especially when you’re being crazy spontaneous and invite people around last minute. However, we made ours just before dinner and served it as dessert – so it didn’t spend that much time in the fridge, yet it was still delicious and edible, perhaps I’d call it a fridge tart rather than cheesecake depending on how long you give it to set 🙂

From my messy kitchen to yours, enjoy!

My Liebster Award


Oh golly, wonderful mom of three Cindy, over at 3 Kids, 2 Dogs, 1 Old House  kindly awarded me with this baby:

 

Head over and check out her blog, and please read that bit about how her mother in law makes her lunch every day! So thoughtful – I love that!

Anyway, thanks Cindy for my award 🙂 I’ll try to stick to the rules as much as possible but I’m a bit of a reckless rule breaker (OK I’m not, I’m pretty much a stickler nerd when it comes to rules).

The Rules:

  1. Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog and link back to them in your post.
  2. Answer the 11 questions from the nominator, list 11 random facts about yourself and create 11 questions for your nominees.
  3. Present the Liebster Blog Award to 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
  4. Copy and Paste the blog award on your blog.

First rule I’m going to break: 11 is an odd number and I’m an even number sort of girl, so let’s just call it FOUR OK?

Here are Cindy’s questions to me, along with my answers.

Do you have a program that you watch that you know is absolutely terrible but you can’t help but watch it, just to see how bad it is?  You know like Jerseylicious and that kind of stuff.

I love reality TV. Even though my husband says this cannot be true because I spend the entire show yelling at the TV about how utterly STUPID said show is. I can’t say I find it fascinating, intriguing or even mildly amusing to watch these poor people make complete fools of themselves, I think it’s more like an accident scene: you know you shouldn’t look, but you just can’t tear your eyes away. I watch it all, except for that Honey Booboo show because THAT is true drivel.

Do you do gas or electric heating?  Or are you blessed with a fireplace?  (If you have a fire place don’t even tell me, I might just die of jealousy).

We have a gas fireplace (sorry Cindy!) and it has real flames that make it look like a REAL fireplace but it’s actually just for show. The coals even turn red and stuff. This will be our first Winter in our house so we haven’t used it yet, nor any other heating device. In the kids rooms we use oil heaters, and I have electric blankies for our beds. Now that I think about it, can’t believe it’s almost July in Johannesburg and I haven’t used any of these things yet?

Do you know about this thing called “sleep”?  Can you tell me more about it?

Cindy, please don’t be a hater because in all fairness I did pull my time. HAAA! Liam was born a horrible sleeper and only slept through after two years old. Hannah was born a pretty good sleeper although she still has the occassional night of terror (nights of terror for me, not her). So I must admit that I am getting pretty good sleep these days!

If you could eat the same thing every day for the rest of your life what would it be?

You know, this is a difficult question for someone who LOVES food. No fair. I love a good piece of steak, but what would steak be without a delicious starchy side? And what would THAT be without a hunk of fresh hot bread to start with. Oh but chunky bread reminds of me thick soups perfect for Winter. And then soup reminds me of roasted butternut (my favourite soup) and if I think of roast vegetables then I think of roast chicken. Oh maaaaan, I’m STARVING!

What do you do with all your “donkeys”?  (Loose change that you can’t really use?)

Shame, I give them to the car guards! And I use them as rewards for the kids, they still think you can actually buy something with 10 cents.

If you don’t/didn’t have a partner, which famous celeb would you want to date?

I don’t know that I would want to date a celeb – too much like hard work. And cameras in your face every day. No thanks. It gets old quick, ask my kids.

Which celebrity do you think you look like?

Well I was very upset when someone told me I look like Sade, the singer… because… of my BIG FOREHEAD. Imagine that! I look nothing like her except that we both have big heads, that’s all.

My 4 Questions To Be Answered:

1. How much is that doggy in the window? The one with the waggly tail?

OK I’m kidding, question 1 was just a joke.

  1. What is your best feature and why?
  2. If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be and why?
  3. Where do you see yourself in five years?
  4. If you had an extra hour in the day, what would you do with it?

Random Facts About Me

  1. I don’t have any grey hairs. Pretty good huh, beat that!
  2. I can’t stand chewed bubblegum. I have this fear of chewed bubblegum, I can’t even bear to look at a blob of chewed gum. I can’t stand watching someone chew gum and that little squishing noise it makes.. eeuuw.
  3. I’ve only started removing my make up after a night out and religiously plastering on the night cream this year. At the age of 31. I still look 16 so it doesn’t matter.
  4. My parents forgot me at church this one time when I was like 9 or 10. I still haven’t gotten over it. Ok, I have, but I like to remind them of their poor parenting moment.

Four blogs I nominate:

Howe do you do?

Raising Lutaayas

Maiden to Motherhood

Cinnamon Princess

Ps: I had to Google this word “Liebster” – it really bothered me that I had no idea what it meant yet I received an award for it.. got this online:

Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome. Isn’t that sweet? Blogging is about building a community and it’s a great way to connect with other bloggers and help spread the word about newer bloggers/blogs.

Odds and Ends and Rants


As part of the husband’s Father’s Day gift, I got us tickets to Parkers Comedy for last night. I doubt there are any comedians following my blog, so my question may go unanswered but I have to ask… why do comedians think funny = swearing? I just don’t get it? It seems like comedy is more about how many beeps you can fit into a sentence, rather than the punch line. By the time I hear the punch line I am so put off by the number of beeps that it actually isn’t funny anymore. And when I played it back in my head as I laid in bed last night (I’m an over-analyser, forgive me) I got the joke and it actually was really funny, even without the beeps. I’m no prude, but for the love of linguistics I wish I could watch clean comedy sometime – just to prove my point. Funny ≠ Swearing. Does NOT.

So I’ve had bushy frizzy hair for the last two weeks because of my running (walking). When your husband asks if there’s something wrong with your blow dryer, you know you need to tame your mane. I won’t break into a thesis about Coloured hair because you have kindly endured my moaning and groaning on this subject in many a post, but to break it down for you – I will not suffer the hour plus it takes me to straighten my hair, just for it to spring back to its roots the minute I start sweating. So now that I’ve started exercising, I’ve had to carefully strategise when I waste an hour of my life exorcising my hair into straight submission. My strategy showed that I needed to do my hair at 6h30am this morning. Man, I was annoyed. But I have a fabulous Huggies event tomorrow at the laaadeedah Westcliff Hotel, my dear, and there is no way I am going to pitch up there looking like Diana Ross – no disrespect, I LOVE Diana, ok. Secondly, it’s a pretty busy weekend so I know there will be no time for running (walking) so I can enjoy a few days with my straight look before I need to sweat again.

Meze and board games. Tonight my friendlies are coming over and we’re going to attempt to play board games while stuffing our gobs with delectable meze type stuff. I told you guys in this post how I love meze platters. Quick and easy to make, yummy with a capital Y, all messy and hands on – my kind of meal! My pal found this 4 minute cheesecake recipe which we are going to try tonight. Now I’m sure you’ve gathered that I’m a whambamthankyoumam kinda cook; while I love to eat, I don’t care for spending hours in the kitchen cooking stuff. So when I see things like 4 minute cheesecake, it appeals to me. FOUR minutes in the kitchen, I can handle. I won’t share the recipe until I am sure it works and tastes good, so watch this space. If nothing appears in this space, you’ll know it was a flop, and we sent the guys to McDonalds for McFlurries instead.

Still missing the kidlets but really getting into this new role of married without children. Do you remember what you used to do before kids? What is one to do with all this free time? DO NOTHING, that’s what! We’ve watched almost everything on Box Office, if you look at my couch you’ll see my bum-print on it. It’s also exhilarating to eat whatever you want without having to wait for bedtime or hide in the pantry cupboard where the kids won’t find you. And not having to do all the things you really only do because you’re trying to teach your kids The Way. For example, I haven’t brushed my teeth before bedtime, I have been eating in bed, I’ve been watching waaaay too much TV, I’ve been leaving my stuff laying all over the house, I’ve neglected to pick up that sock or bra that didn’t make it into the dirty washing basket on the first throw, and I’ve eaten way too much sugar. It’s great being an adult, isn’t it? You can just do whatever the heck you want all the time!

Yay for a short work week and the weekend which is looming – have a good one!

Xxx

#GraceFactorySocial


Guys, remember this post about The Grace Factory? I’ve watched this little NGO grow and it truly is amazing to see the lives they are impacting! They are doing good work, people, and I continue to appeal to you to help them in any way you can. Remember they have drop off points across Johannesburg, and I’ve found one right around the corner from my work so getting your previously loved stuff to them is super easy.

So anyway, Tanya and Sharon have put their clever little heads together and come up with this awesome idea to host a fundraiser for The Grace Factory. While your actual “funds” would be highly appreciated I am sure, the idea here is that you come along with the stuff you’d like to donate. And really, they appreciate ANYTHING – clothing, shoes, toys or equipment that your kids have outgrown. Maternity clothing that you’re almost sure you won’t be needing again 🙂  and of course consumables like formula, nappies, cereals, wet wipes, etc. WHATEVER you have – there is a need guys!!

Even better, you get to bring your kids along to the event. I am always looking for opportunities to teach my kids about generosity and giving to those less fortunate so I know they are going to freak out at being able to actively help out. Oh, and also this event is taking place at Jump and Play so once the kids are over “helping the poor people” as Liam puts it (don’t know about yours, but mine have the attention span of little puppies) they can play together while the moms chat. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

So who’s in? All the deets are on the flyer below, I’d love to see you, your babas and your new and previously loved goodies there. Help spread the word too please (#GraceFactorySocial) and don’t miss out on this chance to bless the lives of those in need.

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Empty Nest


So we went down to the South Coast for the long weekend, Uvongo to be exact, and we had such a good time with my parents and my sister, bro-in-law and their two boys. Those of you who read often will know the high value I place on family. We love to be together and we visit Durban as often as we can because my husband knows I need to see my family as often as possible. I also want to continue the legacy which my parents and grandparents have instilled in us – one of strong family ties, times of togetherness, and building into our relationships so that our children grow up knowing and loving their extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins. All the things I want my children to learn start first within the confines of family, don’t they? Love, kindness, generosity, genuine concern for the next person – it’s easy to teach and to learn when it’s with people you love. My hope is that this then spills over into the rest of their world – having learned to love within their family first. Of course, it isn’t so with every person you meet, family member or not, you may find that you just don’t click with some people, but generally I find my pie in the sky theory works, and I’m sticking to it. I think we all want to raise our children to be kind, loving and generous in spirit, right? Right.

So yes the weekend together was wonderful, the only negative being that it went too quickly. Then we left, and the kids stayed with their grandparents. It’s been two days and I miss them way more than I anticipated. Make no mistake, I do not miss the administrative duties that come with having small children. I do not miss bathing, changing, feeding, playing the referee, repeating myself ten times, reading the same story 20 times, being summoned 30 times after bedtime to make sure that the prince and princess are indeed sure that everything is suited perfectly to induce sleep. Boy, I am so grateful for being relieved of those duties, I ASSURE you! But in between those duties, there are laughs and tears, there are jokes and questions, there are hugs and kisses, there are long explanations of how things work and why digging your nose and constantly holding your pe.nis is not appropriate behaviour, there is the white noise of tiny feet running up and down the passage – and THIS is what I miss, I guess. Weirdly, I miss baby girl the most. I guess this is because I know she needs me more. Liam is our suave-smooth-talking-man-about-town, he is at an age where as long as his physical needs are met and there’s someone for him to chinwag into a coma, he is pretty much happy. Also, I KNOW Liam is doing ok because he couldn’t get rid of us fast enough. Over the weekend, he kept insisting that it was time for us to go back to Joburg and leave him alone! But Hannah still needs me, so I think, perhaps I am wrong. Hannah still seeks me out in a crowd and still looks back to see that I am there, the apron strings we share are still much shorter than the apron strings which bind Liam to me. She is my baby and I miss her!

But they are having a good time! And I know the time they spend with their grandparents is building into their lives and fortifying the foundations which we have tried to and continue to lay. And more than that, I know that when they are older, they will cherish the time they spent at Granny and Pa and Nana’s houses. I know even as an adult, I cherish the time I got to spend with my grandparents when they were still alive.

So what are WE doing without the kids, you ask? Well that’s a post for another day! I will say that it’s weird, it’s eerily quiet, and having to pee alone without any interruptions is oddly disconcerting. Who would have thought?

The Bore of Boreholes


So we have a borehole. Our borehole is linked to our irrigation system and it’s wonderful because we tend the garden with water from the earth, not the municipality and I’m sure we do pay for the electricity of the borehole pump and the sprinkler system, but I can’t say it’s caused a serious dent on our monthly electricity bill. So it’s been great, up until now. About two weeks ago we noticed that no matter how much we were emptying the borehole, it was continuously full. It was pumping more water than we were able to use. And while I love that our lawn is lush and green all year round, I am not going to be wasteful and water five times a day to keep the borehole happy (our water is not filtered so it’s not fit for human consumption). This week water has started to collect at the bottom of our garden from what we think is the outlet pipe. Today it looks like a swamp down there.

Husband and I have no cooking clue about boreholes and I can’t say that Google has been particularly helpful either. We figure there must be a leak or a blockage or something, right? Now  correct me if I’m wrong, but logically, to stop the immediate problem, one would cut the power supply so that the pump would stop working, right? Until we can get a professional in to assess and give us an informed diagnosis, right? Surely the remaining water would dry up and yes we wouldn’t be able to use the irrigation system but at least I wouldn’t have a swamp at the bottom of the garden, right? Right.

Husband and I cannot locate the power source. It seems the only possible button doesn’t work, as in you can’t switch it off because the switch is broken or something? We have looked at the DB board in the house and in the garage; we have flicked, prodded and banged switches up and down – nothing. We can turn the irrigation system off but between us two – two grown, mentally stable, logical thinking adults – we have no idea how to switch the borehole pump off! And it’s not like it makes a noise or there’s a hum or there’s a definite sign to indicate that it is on or off, we have to base it on the water level. So we think? We actually don’t know!

So it has become clear that we need to get a professional in. Firstly to educate us on how a borehole works, its purpose and its potential (possible drinking water?). Secondly to fix the problem and to assure us that we aren’t in fact stupid and that there is something funny or different or weird about where our borehole pump is getting its energy supply from! I said to my hubby that as a last resort I want to shut the whole house down – like completely power out the property on the DB board and see if THAT works, but obviously we live there, need to eat and bath and sleep there, so my test does have its flaws.

First professional I called charges R850 for a CALLOUT! Note to self, borehole fixer-uppers clearly make big bucks. Second professional I called charges a callout fee of R450. Third company I called charges no callout fee and will assess and quote basically for free! Who do you think I went with? Hoping it’s a simple solution of a switch that doesn’t work and not a case of having to rip my whole yard up. Eeeek. The first available appointment he has that suits me is next week Tuesday. Let’s hope my garden hasn’t turned into the Okavango Delta by then.

Coming up for air


Hello lovelies 🙂 Feels like a while since I put finger to keyboard. Let’s recap:

  1. I started running. Ok, let’s not call it running just yet, I started exercising on the road – sometimes it’s running, most times it’s speed walking. Or just plain walking. I will post more about this as and when I become better at it. Currently, there’s still a lot of complaining, side pains, panting (which my husband despises, he shouts “BREATHE LIKE I TAUGHT YOU, STOP PANTING!”), embarrassment at what drivers or other runners think of my very strange running style (I watch my shadow and I must honestly say I run like the Hunchback of Notre Dame). I haven’t started to enjoy it yet, apparently this comes? I don’t know hey, feeling my chest burn up like it’s about to explode into bits of blood on the pavement doesn’t exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy. But the sense of accomplishment after finishing those 3.1kms makes me want to do it again and again and push the 3km boundary. Husband has already sent me a list of possible 5km races I need to be looking into. Woah, slow down Bruce Fordyce, I’m doing this for fun, not for medals. It’s fun running together, even though his barking encouragement as we run makes me want to ninja kick him in the back (we run single file with him in front). ‘YOU’RE DOING GREAT. KEEP IT UP. DEEP IN, SLOW OUT. STOP PANTING. KEEP GOING TO THE LIGHTPOLE. WE’LL WALK AT THE LIGHTPOLE. GO GO GO!” Feels like the army, I won’t lie.
  2. This weekend we’re going down to the coast with my parents and sister and her family. Lekker by die see, ne! So looking forward to it but the BEST part is that the kids are going to stay behind for a week or so with their grandparents and aunt. Can you say home alone?! So looking forward to the adult time and absolutely no apologies about not missing my kids while they are away. I welcome and relish the break, thank you very much.
  3. After a tweet on Twitter, I went in search of an iPad headrest mount for the car and within 24 hours had bought it and had it delivered to  me via bidorbuy.co.za. The service I received from bidorbuy.co.za and particular the seller was outstanding. As techno savvy as I think am, I am still one of those terrified 80’s kids sitting behind my desktop nervously thinking that everyone in my computer is out to get me. Whenever I buy online, I always feel like I’m going to get screwed over – I blame all the online scams and corruption and Trojan Horses for my unnatural fear of the interrrnets. Anyway, it was at such a good price – almost a quarter of the prices I had seen in stores, so I had to take my chances. I attached a note with my purchase asking the seller to please please please contact me as soon as he saw my sale because I needed it delivered before my road trip on Friday, and also to inform them that I was scared that they were going to run off with my money . They called me within minutes, laughed at me for about one minute, confirmed the sale, and promised I’d have my purchase within 24 – 48 hours. When I got to work the next day, my parcel was waiting for me on my desk. This little device has changed car time for us. It’s on a swivel head so both kids can watch comfortably in the backseat and furthermore the silence is indeed golden. So I let them watch this morning on the drive in, and boy did it help with the Morning Blues. Looking most forward to the journey to KZN on Friday – dying to see how long they can actually keep quiet for. Not sure about the tantrums which are sure to ensue when I say it isn’t a permanent fixture in the car; if I allow them to watch constantly we will never speak to each other. Car time after school is generally our catch up time because when we get home, everyone scatters off to their own corner of the house. If you don’t have those portable DVD players and have an iPad already, consider getting this nifty device. Also if you have two kids and only one iPad like I do, I can’t tell you how this device has cut out the who’s-turn-to-hold-the-ipad arguments. It’s there, and you take turns pressing when using the apps and everyone has equal access.

Other than that, it’s been the usual craziness which is our life! Only in colder temperatures. NOT enjoying this sudden cold front, but then I reminded myself that it is the middle of June and I may as well suck it up because we still have at least 11 weeks of icy to go.

Keep warm!

xxx