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Movember, and ho ho ho

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This is a general update on what we have been up to since April, has it really been that long?  How can I even call myself a blogger?

Well, Luka is still Luka, a tad emotional, walks into school every morning like she owns the place, throw tantrums of extreme proportions, gets away with murder because she knows that she is cute, blond and blue eyed…

Liam is a bit weird right now, if this is a four year old, heaven help us, I will not be able to cope with a fourteen year old…He is all attitude too, and things are either ‘awesome’ or they suck, really?  At four?

Liam cannot wait to be five and he tells all and sundry that he is almost five.  A tad hasty, but hey, maybe he can start washing the dishes or making coffee at five, who knows.  I am a fan of child labour. 

We also managed to find a house in the street with the most kids in all of Midlands, we need to start locking our doors soon, imagine my surprise when waking up from my traditional Sunday nap on the couch to find two Spider men, a Captain America, a Ferrari mechanic and a girl in a Hello Kitty shirt in my son’s room…

Liam thinks that the best thing in the world is living in this very street and the mix in terms of language and culture going on here at the moment is amazing.  I am still somewhat shocked every time someone calls me “Liam’s mom”, “Liam’s mom, can I have a banana?”  “Liam’s mom, can Liam come and play at my house?”  Liam’s mom, probably better than that horror of horrors of my native Afrikaans, “tannie”, goodness, I am too young to be called “auntie”. 

Gerhard to my shock, horror and dismay decided to participate in Movember this year, I had some great ideas for a five o’clock stubble look.  He just ignored my suggestions and told me that Movember is about the moustache.  As someone not all that keen on men with facial hair, I am torn between scrubbing his grubby looking upper lip and secretly shaving off the mo at night when he sleeps.  I am not entirely convinced of the last option, watch this space.  Personally I feel that real men would wax off the mo at the end of November, but hey, that is just me. 

So, before we know it, it will be Christmas 2013, and this time round I am spending a quiet festive season at the seaside with my small family, nothing overtly dramatic like the previous year when I was very emotional, on happy pills, sleeping pills and copious amounts of wine to get me to Australia.

Following on the break at the coast, we are also off to the bush as Liam was quite traumatised when we told him we are going to the coast, in an act of emotional blackmail and torture he begged us not to take him to Sydney, away from his family.  Drama queen. 

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