December 2015 travels: Zebula, Ponta Malongane and Sabi River Sun

Tinsel and all that glitters

And so the 1 st of December happened and we put up a tree. A very simple version of a story that is just a tad longer… As in the past, I decided not to put up a tree at home as we leave for our annual beach holiday soon in any event. Well after seeing trees, baubles, glitter and what not on Facebook, I felt extremely guilty for denying my kids the pleasure of Christmas for two whole weeks whilst my virtual friends’ kids were all rolling in the tinsel. So I decided to put up the tree after all, how lazy can one person be. Out came the box and the tree and the lights and horror of horrors, we are missing a leg. So Luka and I went to the mall last night and got a new tree, a bigger tree and more sparkly things than we need. If it says Christmas, and if it even has a hint of glitter, we have it, we even have fairy lights running up our balustrade, we have baubles and glitter and advent calendars, I really went to town on this one. It is just that Christmas takes on a s

The state of the world we live in

Before having kids, I used to read newspapers and watch the news on TV all the time. My current affairs were really very up to date and I knew the names of most heads of state and had insights into the economies of several states. After having kids I know the names of all the teletubbies, I know the words to most nursery rhymes and I can recite the content of a couple of kid’s books when woken at 3am. I also know that you need more than twenty coins to buy a house. My knowledge of current affairs these days comes from the bits of news I can gather on the radio in the morning in between getting my brood dressed for school and most of their teeth brushed. I also need to get myself dressed and hair blow dried, lunches packed and the like in a very limited amount of time. Getting kids dressed really is an ungrateful job and if I do not check underneath all the winter’s clothes, I fetch Liam at school in the afternoons and see the oddest thing. I see a kid running aroun

Mealies and billtong for breakfast...

So Liam wakes up this morning, its Saturday and we generally veg around until about 11:00 when we go to Kindermusik. I ask what he wants for breakfast and he tells me "mielies". So what do you do? Do you give in and feed the kid corn for breakfast? Insist on him eating some sugar coated cereal? Well, I caved, so he had corn with butter and arromat for breakfast. About five minutes later he begged me for some biltong, I caved... Bad mommy, I know, at least he washed it down with water, not cream soda. The thing is, I had some crackers and yogurt for breakfast, Gerhard had nothing as he was on his way to the golf course, so really, how can we preach to a kid about what is considered to be 'normal' breakfast type food? It really is hard enough ensuring that that actually eat something, so when they ask for something other than chocolate - you give in. I know people who would rather die, but hey, I say if it does not kill them, it makes them stronger...

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