The Last Year of my Twenties



So it is officially now the last year of my twenties, I turned 29 on monday and the greys are still doing their usual uncalled for sprouting as well as a bit of thinning in the hairline area..lol. God, I forgot I need to sign up for poker face botox some time. Just kidding, I will just continue calling them my laughter lines.


I had an amazing birthday with my loves. I had the little Miss make a pizza from scratch for me especially and she decorated the cake with smarties ( which she promptly stole whilst we were all sat down) I am immensely grateful for the wonderful people in my life. I am truly blessed. We laughed, we chatted, I had my little girl running and giggling around me….it was good.Whilst I was making a video of her making her pizza she turned to us all and said Β “Im just like Gordon Ramsay Mom!”

Her pizza turned out to be the tastiest, so she ended up being a really little Gordon without all the F-words πŸ™‚




I look back at what a tumultuous couple of years it has been, I look back at the loss and the defeat at times, and then I look at this picture of my little girl helping me blow out my candles and it grounds me. Our memories. Good in spite of whatever has been thrown our way and I feel a deep and irreplaceable sense of gratitude, for the man who has stood by my side through the pain and held my hand and my little girls hand. To the amazing family who have adopted us and loved us and who made such a special evening for us and continue to be of invaluable support to all of us.




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When Dress Up Gets Serious







We’ve hit that time, that moment when the dramatic arts start, and it all began after a little person enjoyed a night out at Madame Zingara – she is now convinced she is a contortionist and will randomly yell “Watch this Mom”, before throwing her hands to the ground and trying to get her foot to go behind her head. We had some serious Red Indian dress up time the other day as well. You know as a parent, you have consistent really awkward moments….it was one of those…I had stand in front her ( in the courtyard of all the apartments around us) and say ‘Preseeeenntttiinngggg Lily!’ I said this in a normal voice first until she shouted LOUDER LOUDER LOUDER…..and then she gave me a dirty look ( thats the one above!), put her hands on her hips and said ‘Mom I said you must shout it!’ – and so I did, because just like when your kids toy phone rings, you better answer it, presenting little plays falls under the same category…I am now a master of ceremonies type thing – wonder if I can add that to my C.V. Having kids always gives you an all round goodness that deserves to be on a C.V. Flip man, just hand me my certification for ringmaster.



This was Maams official ballet school photo and sherbet I cannot describe how excited I was or how absolutely eatable she is. If I had a choice, I would dress her up like Princess Lily Ballerina every single day…those little legs and those toes..and OMG she’s getting so big its scary!



Once again I asked Lily to stand nicely for Mommy to take a photo of her and she threw me an ‘America’s Next top Model’ pose.



An Award…for Moi??

Big thumbs up to Cindy from 3 Kids 2 Dogs 1 Old houseΒ for nominating me for the


The Rules:

  1. Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog and link back to them in your post.
  2. Answer the 11 questions from the nominator, list 11 random facts about yourself and create 11 questions for your nominees.
  3. Present the Liebster Blog Award to 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
  4. Copy and Paste the blog award on your blog.

Note: (These are the β€œrules” but please feel free to do as you wish. If you have 5 bloggers to nominate instead of 11, and you can only think of 7 random facts about yourself – that’s perfectly fine! )


My Questions To Be Answered:

Do you have a program that you watch that you know is absolutely terrible but you can’t help but watch it, just to see how bad it is?

I have a firm belief in the TLC channel, which I can have on 24 hours a day, but my ultimate guilty secret is 16 and Pregnant and teen Moms…….and here’s the bad part of it, every time the Mom gives birth I cry…like proper oh my gosh big sloppy tears and *hiccup hiccup* its just so beautiful when they see their babies for the first time and oh my…..and then….well and then I watch Teen Mom to see how they manage and sometimes I get all mad and just about scream profanity at the t.v. because they are doing such a shit job, even though I was sobbing my way through their babies birth!

Do you do gas or electric heating? Β Or are you blessed with a fireplace? Β (If you have a fire place don’t even tell me, I might just die of jealousy).

We have none of the above, our flat is so small that when we put the oven on in the kitchen to cook, it heats up the lounge. Just kidding…or am I…??? I have a mortal fear of gas….I cannot tell you the fear of God that goes through me when someone starts cranking the ol gas heater and clicking that ignition switch…I just…I just have visions of flames bursting forward and mass explosions and that jazz because I am a total drama queen phobic.

Do you know about this thing called β€œsleep”? Β Can you tell me more about it?

I heard about sleep about 4 years ago…I’ve not really got any real inkling of what real sleep feels like anymore. I dunno, sometimes I look at the kid sleeping and I’m like ‘Oh, so thats what they are talking about.’ – two hours later MOM I’M THIIIIRRRSSTTTYYYY! Thats as good an explanation as you are going to get I’m afraid. The only time I get about 15 minutes grace is in Winter time when maam has kicked off all her blankets and crawled into bed with me to warm herself up….15-20 mins max lie in!

If you could eat the same thing everyday for the rest of your life what would it be?

Bacon. Bacon. Bacon

What do you do with all your β€œdonkeys”? Β (Loose change that you can’t really use?)

I never even knew they were called donkeys,actually at the end of each month I empty my trashbag ( read: handbag that belongs to a Mom with a young child) and I’ve actually managed once to collect, I shit you not R200 in loose change. Sometimes I might even randomly throw it across the room or hide it in pockets….that is the reason I was able to do a pick n pay shop with R200 in coins…..I know you’re thinking ‘OH NO SHE DIDNT’….’OH YES I DID!!!!!’

If you don’t/didn’t have a partner, which famous celeb would you want to date?

This is a tough one, I think I would like to go on one date with George Clooney and have a Nespresso with him…but I think this comes from the fact that he looks so hot in all those Nespresso billboards and I’m driving and there he is and I’m all like ‘ Hells yeah might fine George…and double yeah for the coffee!!!’ As for dating, I have no idea, Jamie Oliver would be kinda cute to be dating.

Which celebrity do I think I look like?

My other half keeps telling me that I look like the red head from the mentalist…I dont know if thats a good or a bad thing..


Random Facts About Me

  1. I dont eat anything that comes from the sea…point blank, if you so much as put anything from the Sea on my plate, I can guarantee that I’m going to done some heave duty gloves and fish-slap you with a giant raw salmon!
  2. Nautical Stripes..stripes…stripes on men…..oh lordy…Im cray-cray about stripes!
  3. I am tactile defensive, aka…I cant handle certain textures, I don’t like the feeling of cream on my skin or wool..it makes me CRINGE and make that odd kkkggrrrrrrr shiver sound!
  4. I never ever sleep with socks on…I always have to give my feet freedom because when I am in bed I swear my feet are telling me they can’t breathe, they are suffocating and trapped and they need to be set free,
  5. I do sketching as a hobby, I really enjoy it and would like to get into it as in doing it a lot more, perhaps even a bit of selling but I lack a lot of confidence in that department.
  6. At the top of my list of foods most foul aside from anything from the sea…melon and papaya win hands down, if you want to make me gag just coz you need a good laugh, let me catch a whiff of the paw-paw!
  7. I am usually quite cynical, In fact lets just let it all out – I have a sense of humour that is quite dark and a cynicism that some find amusing – I also label my moods as sad panda, angry bird, tired bear etc….I struggle to take things seriously. I somehow get the feeling I should now admit that I do not belong in the body of a person whos going to be thirty next year…. I still crack up when I tell Lily the joke ‘ Whats green and hangs on trees? Giraffe Snot!’



Questions to Answer:

1)If there was an apocalypse and the world became overrun by giant marshmallows what would you do?

2) What does your happy place look like? I’m talking that place in your head you go to when the kids/work/life in general is screeching?

3) What was the scariest movie you watched as a kid that still gives you the creeps?

4) Which celeb can you absolutely NOT HANDLE..as in makes you want to Gag every time you see them?

5)What happened to all those socks that used to have other halves?

6) What does your ‘slouchy’ day look like? Such a winter question!

7) What food grosses you out the most?

8) Cats or Dogs?

And Now for my nominated blogs:

1)Reluctant Mom

2) Diaries of a white Mother raising a black Baby

3) The scarred runner

4) Dear Max

5)Hurricane Hamza

6) Island Fairy

7) Four to Adore

8)But I’m Beautiful

I knows its not 11 but some of my faves like cupcake mummy have already been nominated by Cindy, so lets get some extra treasures out there!


Little Miss Independence

The day I took this photo and uploaded it onto my computer, something instinctual told me that I had somehow bred a little Diva – albeit the sweetest little diva I have ever come across ( We are not going all Honey Boo Boo on you) and lately it has occured to me that my sweet little person has an infinitely better social and apparent myriad of boyfriends and now husbands than I can count on my hands- or rather attribute to myself.

Exhibit A:

This is little Miss Independence riding her bicycle this weekend, kids got guts, you should see the way she takes those corners, but the part that near sent me into a fit of hysterics was this:

Miss Lily: Mom, people are going to see a beautiful girl riding on a beautiful bike!

I love you poppet and yes you are absolutely correct, you and your bling bike are ridiculously beautiful.

Exhibit B:

Miss Lily Ballerina Princess Fifa Lalabelle.

Kids got it – hands down when I saw this picture, I knew she was destined for dramatic arts ( Note to self, Drama school) Look at those poise and elegance. She actually went for professional ballet photos for class the other day and there I was thinking this was one of the proper posed ones – nope, apparently she was kitted out full tutu, fairy wings and a tiara and I am getting those photos this week – I can literally not wait to see how they turn out!

Exhibit C:

I asked madam if I could take a photo of her, this was her instant response : Blue Steel.

There is a small tiny part of me that is terrified that this is epically early duck face days, but I am going to go with Blue Steel for now, kids got it!

Exhibit D:

When you got it, you got.

What is there not to love about this Diva Princess???

Did I mention she got ‘married’ last week! We were chatting about school and she mentions that her latest boyfriend Blakey had left for Canada so that day she decided to marry Jordan. It was quite a ceremony I believe, she told me that they had to hold hands and she even sat next to him.

I really hope that he knows what hes in for, this is one little in demand Princess!


To The Daddies

To the Dads who have been there to hold my little girls hand, to the Dads who have stepped in and been her prince, to the Dad who picks up her up and swing her around, who squeezes his bum into a little chair just to draw on a chalkboard with her, to the Dad who held her tight and threw her giggling into the air, to the Dad who kissed her little hand and knelt down to make it better. To the Dad who is her Angel now, to the Dad who I see so much in her each day and from whom I know that feisty mediterranean nature comes from, to the Dad who swung her over his shoulders and laughed at his little sack of potatoes. To the Dad who taught her to fly a kite and ran giggling with her yesterday and made us popcorn in bed AND lay next to us to watch her favourite movie. To the Dad who sings along with us to the Lorax without fail every single time….

To all of you

My little girl is more blessed than I can convey, to all the men who have stood in and taken part and become so much a part of her world and so much her hero’s – Thank You!



Kids Being Kids- Photo Friday

Sometimes kids just need to be kids, sometimes kids are just kids no matter how hard things get. I can learn a lot from these two little monkeys. My little princess and my little prince – complete with tantrums and epic competitions of ‘It’ MINE’ ringing through the house, the cuddles and the squishy little ‘I love you’s!’ always make things feel better.

A little photo friday post of well, our kids being kids…