I’ve already got tears in my eyes as I write these words: Happy 1st birthday my boy.
The first year of your life was one of my hardest, but also so miraculous and so beautiful. Going from looking after one precious baby to looking after two was a bigger jump than I’d anticipated, but we’re finally finding our rhythm, finding our feet.
What are you like at 1? Playful, yet demanding. You put up with strangers but you love your mama the most. You like bathtime but scream your head off when we… Read more
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Remember playing? It probably makes up some of your earliest memories. I know it does mine. My sister and I created an entire village in our garden on the farm, with made up families living in various tree houses, as well as a supermarket (on the red steps), a doctor’s rooms (the swings) and the vet under the palm tree. We would spend hours out there, holding tea parties (with our dolls as babies) and riding our cars (BMX bikes) from place to place.
But playing isn’t just about creating… Read more
I love this picture Rachel and I made together. She coloured in the sky a midnight blue and then sprinkled it with silver stars. The moon we cut out together from yellow cardboard and she then coloured over it with orange. She is learning to draw circles so although I was itching to correct her and make it look more”circle like”, I managed to restrain myself.
The family isn’t necessarily us (unless we have an extra kid I don’t know about!). But I like the way they’re all gazing serenely into the distance together, enjoying… Read more
In my next instalment of “Meet a Mom”, we talk to the ridiculously lovely Silvia and meet her beautiful family. Seriously, look at those cheekbones? Anyhoo, I met Silvi at a charity event/party in London where her future husband was dressed as a nun and I was dressed as a nurse (ahem).
Silvi’s husband Sean shared a house with my future husband Gareth and suffice to say we spent a lot of time together in that great city. Sean now owns and runs the Rocket Restaurants in Rivonia and Parkhurst (and the salad bar in… Read more
At the moment I’m furiously working away with some wonderful developers on my new blog theme and we’re going to be launching it in the next week or two. In the mean time I don’t want to neglect my current blog, but it’s hard not to when the new shiny one is so pretty;)
Anyway, on to the very important topic of nose wrinkling and how it is genetic. I don’t mean in the sense of actual wrinkles (which are probably genetic too), but I mean in the sense that sometimes when people smile, different… Read more
Listen, it’s no secret that parenting is hard. I never thought it would be a picnic, but I don’t think anyone can prepare you for the 24-hour-ness of it all, the relentlessness. Yesterday and today I’ve had exactly 45 minutes to myself, from 1:30-2:15pm. This is when (by some miracle) both children are napping concurrently and I can use that time to throw some lunch into the microwave and shovel it down, or pay some bills or (like I did yesterday) flop on to the bed into a sort of coma.
There are wondrous parts… Read more
I’m so excited today to bring you a little interview with my friend Carla (aka Superwoman). Carla’s husband and mine have been friends for over 25 years and we’re really lucky to have them in our lives. Carla’s the type of person that will still find time to make you a homemade meal and drop it off, just because she knows you’ve had a baby and have NO time to cook. She does this all between balancing her work and family life and not only that, she’s gorgeous and hilarious to boot. Here’s more about… Read more
It’s no secret how much I love the rain. So I’m happy today on this autumnal Joburg Sunday, with the sound of rain falling on our tin roof, a glass of red wine by my side and a beef stew bubbling in the oven.
Sometimes Sundays make me feel blue. We used to blame it on our boarding school days, because Sundays were always the days we had to leave our parents and head back to school. It’s amazing how that feeling can remain with you, even decades after leaving school, that feeling of being… Read more
It’s wonderful to be needed. But it’s also quite tiring. Ben is currently going through a phase that the parenting books refer to as “separation anxiety” and it’s driving us all a bit crazy. Rachel never really had this problem. You could pass her from stranger to stranger and she’d stare at all of them delightedly and coo and giggle and generally be amazing. But if I try pass Ben to someone he doesn’t know, he will act like I’m abandoning him in a field full of hungry leopards.
His eyes fill with tears, his… Read more
I will admit that I’m a little nosy. Or as I prefer to put it: curious. I love finding out more about what makes people tick and I’m a bit of an eavesdropper. I also love talking to other parents, as that’s where I get my most useful advice, from how to get rid of a dummy to who makes the best birthday cakes in town.
So as an online way of doing that (and because I’m sure you’re tired of hearing about ME ME ME all day), I’m starting a regular column called “Meet… Read more