Awesome Giveaway Coming Soon....

Have you got young kiddies?

Do you enjoy taking your kids to live events?

Are you wondering what to do with your wee ones these school holidays?

Do you live in Johannesburg?

I will be holding a brilliant giveaway soon just for you guys.

Keep an eye on the blog....

Marriage is NOT a word, its a sentence...

Jokes aside, Plonkers...

...I read this inspiring story on Jamerican Spice's blog and it got me pondering (yeah, this happens with me from time-to-time).  

"Do you love your partner more than you love your children"?

This statement always makes me think of the debate my BFF and I have over this subject.  She says her kids will always come first and I say my husband always come first. 

We argue our various opinions back and forth and we will never alter our points-of-view.  A bit of background about our friendship:

We've been best friends for 13 years and that just happens to only be one year more than I've been married.  So, my BFF has known me before marriage, she was at my wedding, she knew me before kids, she was there when Megan was born and my children call her "Aunty Mandy".  Mandy was even there during my early stages of labour with my second born and looked after my first born, Megan while I went to the hospital to birth Kaylin.  Mandy is our primary babysitter and she refers to the girls are "our girls" when she speaks to me about them. 

This just goes to show you that you can have a close relationship with someone who doesn't share EVERY opinion you do.

Anyhoozer, back to my story about who comes first in your family. 

Some may be surprised to know that I put my marriage first.

I believe that R and I chose each other before we decided together to have children. 

I believe that marriage is the foundation for a family.


Oh, I know that these two are two COMPLETELY different types of love and you really can't compare them.  My love for my girls is totally unconditional.  It is a no-matter-what-type of love that needs less work and comes more naturally to me. 

My love for my husband is priceless and romantic - those intimate little gestures and glances we share, when we don't have to use any words.  A single look can say a thousands words.  It's holding hands in the check out que and the physical attraction and passion.  It's also a friendship - someone who is there when times are at a high and at a low.  When we stand together we're an invincible team.

Power in a Family Bubble.
R is the leader in our family. That certainly doesn't mean I'm submissive and take his word as gospel. No frikken way!  I am a redheaded Scots Lass with a strong will and flappin lips.  I have my say, but we've learned to talk about things, we've learned to communicate with each other, we sometimes bicker and fight about stuff because our opinions on things are completely different. But we can come to decisions together or agree to disagree. Then the outcome is implemented by R.



I just know that if R and I are NOT on the same page, it affects our children.  We need to keep each other happy in order to be able to navigate positive and loving parenting. 

I think we're teaching our children that marriage is important, fun and solid.  And, if you work at building a strong and respectful partnership team, they are learning valuable lessons from us.

What are your views on puting your children before your partner?

Purgery Has Entered The Building

Purgery n.  A crime that occurs when an individual willfully makes a false statement during a judicial proceeding, after he or she has taken an oath to speak the truth.

I create purgery everyday!  I'm a sinner!  Get yer hand-cuffs and punish me... 


Okay - a bit dramatic -  I not under oath or anything but I tell fibs everyday to cover my arse, to make people feel better and White Lies are also considered to be used for greater good.  (So they tell me - Lord knows who "they" are).


For example....someone could ask you if their arse looks fat in their new designer white skin-tight leggings.  It's not a pretty sight:  the lumpy hail damage is clearly on display, the g-string is popping out the top and its not painting a pretty picture....

But they are so chuffed with their expensive new purchase that you tell a white lie and tell them they look great!  All the time, biting your lip and crossing yer fingers behind your back.


I must say I have certain relationships that I just can't tell these fibs with.  In all honesty, I can only create purgery when I am not particularly close to the person because I'm usually really fucking direct. 


I'm the kind of friend who'll tell you that your arse looks fat in your new Guess jeans even if you could've just bought a small third world country instead.  I'm the one who'll tell you that you have lipstick on yer teeth.  I'm the kind of friend who picks stray hairs of yer jumper and fluff out your hair.  But yet with aquaintenances and strangers I can lie like fly with a booger in your eye straight to your face with a huge fake grin (but you'll never be able to tell).


We are brought up being told never to tell lies but at what age it is acceptable to tell a white lie? 


My 7-year-old daughter told me recently that she got into trouble at school for hitting a boy in the face with a tin pencil case. I asked her to tell me the story and tell me in her own words what happened.  She immediately put her hand up to her mouth and gave me the glazed look but started with her story nevertheless, reading me for signs of catching her out. 

I called her bluff. 

Megan said that the boy had purposely dropped the pencil case on her foot and she'd pick it up and hurled it at him (hitting him in the head and causing him to bleed). 


I gave her the usual talk - she knew it was coming. 

"Megan, if someone hurts you, you hurt them back but only if they strike first". 

You must understand that my eldest girl-child is a complete tom-boy and always plays with boys so I've had to teach her to stand up for herself and NOT take their shite.  But, and here's the BIG BUTT,  I knew she was fibbing. 

I saw it in her body language and I saw it in her eyes.  I'm her mother for fuck sake!  She knew I knew.  I just didn't know which part of her story was a fib.


Mum's have eyes in the back of their head and soopa sonic hearing when it comes to their kids.


I decided to do nothing until I'd spoken to her teacher.  Her teacher confirmed my suspicions.  The boy had accidentally dropped his pencil case on her foot and she, without thinking, on an impulse lobbed the innocent boy on the forehead. 


Megan is always all about being just and fair.  Megan doesn't bend the rules.  Rules are rules and she obeys them.  However, if she feels that she's being given the short end of the stick, she'll twist things...she's 7 for heaven's sake! 

How can she be thinking like this already?  She'd obvously thought about what story she was going to tell me.


The deceipt wasn't sitting right with me so I had another chat with her and told her that she sometimes has to think before reacting. 

Yes, she has to stand up for herself but I didn't like the fact that she'd lied about the story to me.  Purgery is punishable by jail time.  She knew she was wrong and she was so hard on herself for disobeying the rules.  She apologised to the little boy and case was close.



Lesson learned: Be sure your sins will find you out.

Eat your Veggies - Pop'rs

My daughter Megan has always been a poor eater. She eats like a bird most of the time and she has always hated eating her veggies. I even have to bribe her to eat fruit! I think the cocoa flavour Pop'rs would be the perfect flavour for her to get her to eat her fruit and the cheese Pop'rs to get her to eat those dreaded veggies that she picks at. It would make me life a LOT easier.

Enter the competition at :http://poprs.blogspot.com/2008/06/giveaway-tuesday.html and read about Pop'rs

Alligator? Indicator?

Megan : Mummy!

Me : What Megan?

Megan : You didn’t use your alligator when turning the corner!

Me : *trying hard not to giggle*

I really didn’t know I had an alligator in my car??

I usually use my indicators when in the car turning a corner.

How cute is she?

Kids!

Knickers in the Fan

One of our favourite game sto play when we're getting undressed to go and bath every night is "Knickers in the Fan".

We take our knickers off and stand on the bed and swing our knickers around our index finger, make a wish and see who can flip their knickers into the ceiling fan jumping on the bed at the same time. If we get it on one of the fins we get our wish! Its truck loads of fun and causes many giggles every night when it shoots our knickers all around the bedroom.

We are that nutty family that everyone warned you about....

(Pix cropped from "below the belt" so that no one can see my wee button's nakedness)

The Big Jump when launching yer knickers....