Blogging, family, Just For Laughs, marriage, motherhood, Parenting, Stay-at-home-mom

On This Day

One of my favourite features of Facebook is the ‘On This Day’ one, when Facebook reminds you what you were doing that day in years gone by. I love it because quite often the memory of the moment that status went up, or that picture was taken almost transport me back in time emotionally and I can relive the memories of that day, the good and the bad memories – either way, it’s always a reminder of how far we have come.

This is how my life has played out on this day over the past 10 years according to Facebook.

Continue reading “On This Day”

3 Countries In 3 Days Day 3
Blogging, family, Holiday, marriage, Parenting

3 Countries In 3 Days: Day 3

Day 3 dawned at Afriski Mountain Resort. We were all tired, but eager to get up and actually see the resort since we’d arrived at night and couldn’t make out much.

To say that it was cold is an understatement!

Temperature = -1.5°C (That’s MINUS 1.5 degrees celcius!)

Elevation = 3054m above sea level.

Location = Afrisk Mountain Resort, Lesotho.

Continue reading “3 Countries In 3 Days: Day 3”

Holiday, motherhood, Parenting

Pros and Cons – Roadtripping with Kids

My husband and I love roadtripping. I’m not talking about round trips to Jo’burg for the day (+/- 250kms), I’m talking about road trips to Cape Town, Zimbabwe, Botswana. Most of those are in excess of 1500kms. Continue reading “Pros and Cons – Roadtripping with Kids”

Holiday, motherhood, Parenting, Stay-at-home-mom

Sulking wife! 

Picture shows the photo of my husband’s coffee this morning. And mine. 

He is on the side of the road somewhere in the Northern Cape. 

I am sitting in a coffee shop waiting for my car to be washed. 

I’m sulking with jealousy because I would much rather be roughing it on a motorbike tour of this beautiful country than watching people pack a 6 pack of 2l cokes into their cars after bracing the wild crowds of Checkers on Black Friday. (Crazy people!) 

Once again, no one to help with the kids means I miss out on a fun adventure.

I’m sure my time will come. Or maybe I had it in my early 20s living it up in London. 

Despite being jealous I’m glad he’s having a good time. I pray he is safe on the roads (motorbikes still scare me!) and I at least get to see the pics he sends me. 

I do hope he feels a little bit guilty though. 

motherhood, Parenting, Stay-at-home-mom

A fun day out

Today we took a small road trip from the Free State to the North West Province to take my youngest to a dermatologist. 

We had such a lovely day together. I thought I would share a few photos rather than just blabbing on. 

Believe it or not – all that pale pink is actually Flamingos. 

The best lunch! Great food, wine for mommy and a huge play area for the girls, complete with a carer just to watch the kids to moments and daddy’s can relax and talk to each other! 

We stopped at a farm stall on the way back for a cold drink. How cute are these dressed up hay bales? Minions and a bride and groom! 

Great day out. Thanks my love xxx 

motherhood, Parenting, Stay-at-home-mom

Back to reality with a bump

Well, it’s out first full day back from holiday today and I don’t feel as wiped out as I usually do when I bounce back to reality. We got home around lunch time yesterday and I basically dumped the bags and ran out with the kids to try get them to their dancing and swimming lessons! Continue reading “Back to reality with a bump”

motherhood, Parenting

Flying with the girls 

We travel, a lot. My husband and I love going to new places, and rarely go somewhere twice. Hence my tag line – never backwards, always forwards.

This is true with the exception of going home to Zimbabwe. We go there whenever we can but that’s because it’s home for us. One day we will return home for good!

In July we were due to head up to Zimbabwe but due to political unrest and issues at the border posts we decided to postpone going for a bit. So as my husband had already booked off leave from work we decided on a road trip to Cape Town. It was awesome, but that’s material for another post.

When the girls were tiny, I flew with them often. My eldest and I flew to the UK when she was just 14 months old. And I flew regularly between Harare and Johannesburg. It was horrific!

I remember the first one after my youngest was born. She was 5 weeks old. My eldest was just 2. We flew from Harare to Joburg to settle in SA permanently. I was heartbroken to leave my parents, terrified about living in a new country, and extremely hormonal!

As for the ‘how’, I looked like a pack-horse! Tiny baby in a pouch in front. Ruck sack on my back, baby bag with nappies and all other necessary items that littlies need hanging off my shoulder, and my 2 year old was running riot in the departure lounge! As we got onto the plane, I realized my breasts were leaking so I tried to very discreetly breast feed my baby to relieve the pressure without drawing attention to myself as the other passengers were still boarding!Have you tried doing that on a plane in economy? Lets just say it’s not easy, certainly not with a 5 week old floppy baby with a soft head. We survived … Just!

For the next year I think I did another 6 return flights. There was always a drama of some sort. Have you ever tried changing a poo nappy in an aeroplane toilet cubicle with a toddler trying to ‘help’? Not fun. No wander my milk dried up from all the stress!

Another fact I learnt early on about this particular route, Zimbabwe International Airport is one of those airports that does NOT give you your push-chair upon disembarking from the plane. Nooooo! You have to carry two tired kids and hand luggage through customs & security and wait for your push chair to come off the carousel with all the bags! NOT FUN! I remember the last time we landed in Harare, just the kids and I. I finally strabbed the little one in the push chair, and stacked the suitcases on the trolley and somehow managed to push both of them  through the door where the families are all waiting on the other side, and one stranger saw the exhaustion and effort and stress and said “wow, you are very brave”. My reply: “No, I’m stupid. NEVER AGAIN”. I think I did it one more time.

Well it’s been almost exactly two years since I flew with the girls since then. We’ve done many many long road trips with them, but we haven’t flown for a while. We leave for ‘home’ on Saturday. My husband has to work so it will just be the girls and I. We are all super excited.

I plan to be as prepared as possible, which means as little hand luggage as possible so I can keep my hands free to hold on to the kids who will be over excited! In that luggage I still have to have a change of clothes for each of them, plus the 3 tablets, and ALL the documentation I am going to need – i.e. passports, birth certificates, letter of authority from my husband to travel internationally with OUR kids (thank you SA Home Affairs), and snacks of course.

Anyway, that’s just another good reason to only have two kids, I only have two hands! I honestly don’t know how parents of more than two kids get anything done!