3 Countries In 3 Days Day 3
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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… Continue reading 3 Countries In 3 Days: Day 3

Grandma Like A Mom Only Cooler
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Why My Girls’ Granny is the Best! 

First off ... they call her "Gaya". I don't know why, no one questions it, that's just her name. My mom could not wait to be a granny. Then along came my first child and her entire world was 'made'. The I 'gave' her another grandchild and so now I'm her favourite child! (Kidding Bear!)… Continue reading Why My Girls’ Granny is the Best! 

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Are these the last days of summer? 

It certainly feels like it in South Africa anyway. The days are getting shorter. The nights are getting cooler. I feel like I'm running out of time, time for what I don't know but I am not a fan of winter, maybe that's what is making me feel a little anxious.  The girls have one… Continue reading Are these the last days of summer? 

Picking Mulberry Stained Hands
motherhood, Parenting, travelling

Home is where the heart is! 

That quote is so true of where the girls and I are today. Home. Home, where I grew up. Home, where my parents (all four of them)are. Home, where the grandparents want to have their granddaughters with them, and no request is too big or impossible. Where they are given the undivided attention all kids… Continue reading Home is where the heart is! 

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Stop Licking That! 

After a five hour trip with the girls, start to finish, from OR Tambo airport (Johannesburg) until into their eager grandparents arms in Harare, it took about 5 hours.  Five. Hours. Of telling them to "Stop Licking That!" By that I mean:  The railing in the airport.  The counter at Passport Control.  The elevator button. … Continue reading Stop Licking That!