Off to Mexico

We are going to Mexico for the next two weeks. Mack has to go for work, so Taz and I are tagging along. Too bad that Hurricane Gustav is so close, but according to the weather he should be past by the time we get there. We might have a bit of rain for the first few days, but thats no big deal right? We will be staying in Merida on the Yucatan peninsula, and according to my research it is really close to where all the ruins and stuff are. Excitement!

Flash Back

With my Ouma who turned 80 last November. I was either 4 or five in this photo. We were so stinking adorable. I'm having a flash back to good times, yip definitely good times.
Does anyone else notice the resemblance between Jeremy's chubby cheekyness and Tamsine's chunky cuteness?

Bad Hair Day

Once again I was tagged by Jen M. This tag however is actually quite funny. I have to post 5 bad hair day photo's, and one bad hair disaster. Jen actually got me started by e-mailing me this fabulous picture (she's the one in the middle). No, it wasn't the 80's. I have absolutely no excuses. None. I'm trying really hard to come up with one. Nope, not a one. I can't believe I'm posting these for the world to see. Sheesh!


Here I am all excited for my first day of School. Was I planning on flying there? Whats with the wings over my ears? I blame my mother for this one.


Here I was in high school. Looking at this pictures makes me understand the ridicule a bit more. I don't blame them as much. I still hate them, but don't blame them.


College. And once again I have no excuse. I should have been old enough to know better.


It was humid and cold.


And here is my hair disaster. I checked and it didn't mention anywhere in the rules that the disaster had to be my own hair. Jeremy with long hair. Oy Vey! In his defense though, he had to just try it. AND, I'm really glad that he never revisited it.

Tamsine's Blessing

Tamsine was blessed on Sunday only two days after her 2 month birthday. It was such a beautiful day, and it was so much fun having the whole family over, even though our little home is so tiny and it was a really tight fit. I made little cucumber, cream cheese and ham tea sandwiches, cupcakes (because I don't know how to make Petite Fours), and mini sausage rolls. My mom and Aunty Joyce made scones which we topped with strawberry jam and whipped cream, and Mack's parents provided homemade grapejuice. It was so delicious and there wasn't a scrap of food left over. Fun was had by all.

I absolutely love this little dress and booties that Mack's mom knitted for her. She also made a bonnet, that was unfortunately way too big for her. I thought she looked just beautiful.

Mack's Evil Plan

My dear husband has been angling to buy a gun since the "I do's". I however have been rather less than keen on having weapons in my home. Well the other day, Mack decided that if he took me target shooting (with a few borrowed weapons) that I might change my mind. Wanting to support my husband in his hobbies I agreed. We invited my BFF Gillian and her husband Jeff along. Gill and I decided that we preferred the .22 pistol and rifles better than the bigger guns that had way too much kickback. Yes, its true, these pictures are of me having fun. It was fun. Too bad I admited that to Mack.






The photos were taken with Gillian's Blackberry, because both of us forgot our cameras.

Tagged

Okay, so I was tagged a little while ago, but haven't had time to follow up on it till now. The Munchkin is with her Grammy (Mack's mom), so here goes.

I was tagged by Di, a friend from the good old days in South Africa. I am supposed to write 6 random things about myself that most people wouldn't know. Hmmmm.

1. I have a love hate relationship with hand lotion. I truly love the stuff, but absolutely hate it on my palms. I have bottles and little jars all over my house, and apply it regularly. When I put it on however, I squirt, pour or dab it onto the back of my hands and then rub the two backs of my hands together. If it gets on my palms I have to rub it off IMMEDIATELY! Ugh, just thinking about it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

2. I can put nail polish on my toes, but if I put it on my fingernails my nails get claustrophobic. They feel really heavy and my hands get lethargic. Its true. Stop laughing.

3. According to my husband (during an especially romantic moment) my eyes are "all green and other colours".

4. I have an African American child and brother. (Think about it)

5. I absolutely adore any sort of danish. If its pastry wrapped around some sort of fruit or cream cheese filling, covered in that white sugar icing stuff - swoon. I even like the really dodgy prepackaged ones they sell at gas stations, you know the ones that could withstand a nuclear bomb blast and be just as edible.

6. I lurve fake banana flavouring. Yes, banana sweets, banana yoghurt, oh, banana Jelly Bellies (I pick all these out), and especially banana Nesquick, I could drink litres of the stuff. I wish they sold the instant powder in this country. If they did I would be one happy camper.

All this writing about deliciousness has made me hungry. Too bad I'm on a "I need to lose the 20lbs of baby fat I gained" diet.

Okay so now I'm supposed to tag a few other people, but I never play by these rules (sorry Di). The only person I'm going to tag is the lovely Jen Salisbury.

Jen here are the rules - Tag you're it!

1. Link to the person who tagged you (i.e. me)
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Write 6 random things about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger (me) know when your entry is posted

One Hand in My Pocket

I popped out to the shops a little while ago leaving Mack with a very sleepy Tazling. I found the two of them fast asleep when I got back, and couldn't resist snapping a quick picture. It really was an "awwww sweet" moment. Then I took a closer look at where Taz's hand was - deep in her father's pocket. Hopefully that won't become a habit.

What the Cat!

I came home from work the other night and heard Mack vacuuming. And I thought to myself, "What a thoughtful husband I have." I had pictures of Mack wearing a little half apron, humming merrily to himself as my carpets became fluffy and dirt free from his masterful use of the vacuum cleaner. Instead I found this....and yes that is our cat.

3 Years Today!

Happy Anniversary to Me.

Sleep? Whats That?

Sleep wherefore art thou sleep?

This is my child at 2am, just look at the wideness of those eyes - anything sleepy in there?

Weekend at Bear Lake

Wakeboard - What?!

Check it out. Darren decided that he wanted to wakeboard, but didn't want to launch the boat. So no problem to my dear brother and Mack, they just take the 4 wheeler down to the beach, attach a rope to it and get a bit of wakeboarding in that way. If not why not I say.

Non-conformist

My child is definitely a product of her parents. At six weeks old she already doesn't like being told how to do things. She likes to be in her sling, but doesn't like to be in it the way the brochure says, oh no, Taz likes to be in it backwards. Heavens.

Baby on Back

Back home black women use a towel or other fabric to tie their babies on their backs, so they can do the work they need to do. I read somewhere that due to the closeness the babies have with their mothers while young, they develop better than children who are more separated from their mothers. I always said that when I had kids, I would follow suit - mainly to have my hands free. (The Black women back home also carry stuff on their heads, which is something I have tried on numerous occasions but to no avail - it makes me really jealous.)
Anyway, I was just waiting for Tamsine to develop neck muscles, and then I was going to start tying her on my back to do my house work etc. But, the other day I saw a woman with her baby just chillin in a sling kind of like a kangaroo. I stopped her and asked her about the sling - she said it was fabulous and would recommend it to anyone. So, I went online and used some giftcards that I had to order one. It arrived yesterday, and this morning Tamsine hung out in her new sling while I did my housework, it was so much better than tying my baby on my back cause I could see her and talk to her, but it still allowed my hands to be free. And, best of all - its totally stylish. Yay to my new Peanut Shell!

Ahead of Our Time

As children, my friend Jenni and I used to put our feet into the mountain streams where our families used to camp, just so that the fish would suck on our toes. It really tickled, but we loved it. The one day we were having a grand old time with the fishies, and were just chatting away, when I said to Jenni, "Man this fish is sucking hard!". I looked down and it was a tiny crab having a go at my toe. Jenni just bust up laughing.

Anyway, who would have thought we were so ahead of our time with our fishy pedicures. Watch this video. Thanks for the link Jen.

Hair Raising

Its official, my Country Music Awards hair is gone. It feels so light.

Sweet Memory

I can't remember what I was doing this morning, but I suddenly remembered something that Jeremy did for me when we were kids.

Jeremy was in The Tygerberg Children's Choir when he was a kid, so he must have been about 9 or 10 at the time. His first trip with the choir was to Durban, South Africa, and he was so excited to go. My parents gave him a very small spending allowance while he was gone for "just in cases". Well my dearest little brother came back from his trip, and handed me a small pair of beaded earings. I was touched at the time, but sitting this morning and thinking back, I realized that he had used his meager allowance thinking of me. Even from a really young age, he always thought of me.

And suddenly I'm all misty eyed. I love you too little brother!

Isn't She Cute?

She's a month old already. I can't believe it.