Cliché, but
what happened to my December break, it’s done and dusted and we are already one
week into 2014. Our holiday was amazing,
we spent two weeks at the coast and a week in the bush, we are all tanned,
rested, a bit fatter than we were three weeks ago, but it was worth every calorie
laden vodka along the way.
I think that
Liam finally realises that Santa Claus does not exist as he started asking
piercing questions and we basically lied to him, and then he walked into my
study yesterday and saw the wrapping paper, and I fobbed him off with a story
about Santa and me just all buying paper at Checkers. Gerhard decided to have a man to man talk to
the poor boy to explain that we lied, but also to beg Liam to now join us in
the on-going deceit of Luka. We will see
how this turns out.
Santa – i.e. Gerhard
and I got Liam a fishing rod and “a tackle” and a tent for Christmas, a miracle
really when considering that we still do not own a Wii or a PlayStation or any
other TV game device. We spent the 25th
of December next to a lagoon attempting to secure a fish and we ended up with
some crabs. Despite how that sounds, it
is innocent I swear, Luka took a small fishing net to the lagoon and ended up
catching crabs, whist Liam and eventually Gerhard and a very neon pink wormlike
hook was extremely unsuccessful.
Luka got
babies and Barbie’s, and she loves them. She also baths them and I think that the
bathing baby smells of rotting water, not because she spent her Christmas next
to a lagoon fishing with Gauteng tackle, but because try as you may, you never
do get the last bit of water out of the doll that is allowed to go in the bath
regardless of how hard you squeeze. Luka
thinks it is adorable that this doll can wee, and cry, because I figure that
the best way to try and drain the doll is via
the eyes and not the terrible little hole at the bottom. I generally try to hide the face squishing
from Luka, it’s a bit too “bride of chucky”.
In news just
in, Barbie finally managed to get panties, imagine my bemusement when I saw
that Barbie still goes bra-less despite having a rather significant pair of
boobs, but they finally put permanent panties on her. Liam was rather amused. Liam also told us that in the beginning ,there
was God and Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela died and now only Jesus
remains. The kid is going places already
mixing politics and religion, if only we lived in the States.
So what will the year 2014 bring for the van
Wyk van Rooyen family? Well, Liam is
going to Grade R, Luka is moving up the ranks from the Baby Home to the
Pre-Primary school, she will be in the Bug Class and she is the bee. Only moms will get this last reference, when
kids are small and unable to read, they each get allocated a symbol to identify
the shelf where they must keep their school bags, the cups they drink from
etc. Luka is the bee…
Liam will be
joining the mole class, animal still to be provided. Gerhard went back to work yesterday, walked
straight into year end, he plans on playing more golf this year and we plan on
going away more. I only arrived back
today, checking in for the last shift so to speak – you see I have resigned
again. I seem to thrive on change, and I
have resigned quite a bit during the last couple of years, once to take up
farming.
This time
around it is to start up my own consulting business, I have decided to name it “Corporate
Affair” and I will be offering governance, secretariat and sustainability
services. I have a home office, a laptop
that Gerhard won in a golf day (I was upset because it was not a blender), I have
a domain, emails, branding and stationary under design, it all feels so grown
up somehow, so responsible. So wish me
luck. Gerhard and I joke about all the
money I will make and we are spending it in our imagination, so if Liam tells
you his mommy is rich and buying his daddy a land cruiser, a house at Leopard
Creek and a beach buggy, it was a joke, don’t judge.
I think Liam
summed up life when Luka played with a baby pic of Liam in a frame. He was around 18 months old in the pic,
wearing a green t-shirt and a dummy. He told
her to not break the picture, because if she broke it we would have to “squish”
him back to small to take the photograph, and he no longer had the dummy or the
lime green shirt. If only we could go
back into the past, all squished.
Have a good
2014, see you soon.
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