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!
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?
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!
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!