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Trying to get Lili to carry her own backpack. The pack can’t be THAT heavy. She’s 2 and we’re potty training.  So in the bag are 5 shorts, 2 T-shirts, jeans, long top and a plethora of tiny panties. (Aren’t they the cutest! Not in a shifty kind of way, but in a aww so tiny with frilly elastic kind of way).

Peer pressure usually works to get her to do something… doesn’t work so lekker when she’s the only toddler in the room though. But I coax and cheer and dance when she DOES carry it.

Which brings us to this morning. Got her to carry the backpack, but I wasn’t ready to leave for daycare and work yet. So she’s tagging behind me and commenting on the shortage of catfood, when she starts whining. You know that sound. Meeuuuh. And she drops the pack. Heavy Mommy. You carry it.

But then she skips over to the counter where I keep my handbag. Will carry mom yellow bag. She pulls at the handle to get it off the counter *whomp* onto the floor. Man-handles it into her arms and waddles over to me. Here mommy, you carry too. Also heavy.

I had to stop her from pulling my extras bag off as well; that one might concuss her.

Think I’ll stick to her carrying the bread.

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I nearly missed the very first day of NaBloPoMo. Ok, so I DID miss it, entirely. It wasn’t my intention. I had this nice welcoming post planned… and now have to change it to an apology.

You know, strike that. I’m turning it into a Plinky prompt: What is the best compliment you’ve gotten recently:

I got one this morning while shopping at Walton’s stationary. The guy from Telkom. I didn’t even notice it was a compliment until I saw his seven dwarf imitation of Bashful. I was touched. I had the glowing moodlet and everything.

I was a wee bit early (they only open at 8:30), but they let me in anyway. I needed a stapler, staples, small dot labels and some pens.  I was waiting at the counter to pay. A Telkom technician was trying to explain to the ladies how to reset their phone. That’s when one of the women sees me, or at least my cerise pink top. ”What a pretty top, and look it has cute little flowers on the shoulder.” She turns away and the guy says to me “Tell her it’s only pretty ladies who can wear a pretty top like that”. I blurted out a reflex reply that I will tell her, when I realized what he meant.

I left the shop all smiles; it made my day.

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That One Mom

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Kids pick up everything you say – it’s not a myth. It’s true. Ok, they pick up what you chat with other people, but they are selectively deaf when you ask them to pick up their toys or socks or make the bad… you get what I mean.

Like a good little scientist, I have proof to support my statement.
Yesterday afternoon I fetched Amelia from her day mom. Told her (day mom) that I don’t know how we’re going to get into the house because Henk came to fetch my house keys at work today. So I’ll have to deposit Amelia through a window and coax her to get the spare key… or hopefully Henk managed to catch one of the 5pm home guys to put the keys in our mailbox on their way home.

Conversation over, we headed home, and as I was parking Henk arrives in his bakkie too – He had left work early. We all piled into the bakkie and went to check out the building site that will soon be our new home.

En route – out of the blue – Amelia pipes up :” Pappa. Sleutel. Haal.” (Daddy. Key. Fetch.). I was almost speechless. I mean, what else is this child picking up from our everyday conversations?!!

So no more TTC talk – unless it’s in code. No more swearing (I’m trying my best, for fu… darnit) and NO SKINDER’ing. Like I ever gossip. But did you see who was pushing Linda’s trolley at Spar yesterday?

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 I skipped a few of these while I was waiting for Missus Apathy to pack her carpet bag. So bear with me if it’s rusty.

It’s time again for #PINT with SupahMommy!


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I skipped a few of these while I was waiting for Missus Apathy to pack her carpet bag. So bear with me if it’s rusty.

 

It’s time again for #PINT with SupahMommy!

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