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I’m so proud I can burst.  When I arrived at school today Daniel was so engrossed in a puzzle that he didn’t see me and his new teacher said that she needs to ask for more puzzles as he has built them all.  He has only been in this “big” class of 3-6 year olds for a week!  He is an incredibly avid puzzle builder – he builds 63 piece puzzles by himself at the age of 3.  I think that’s really cool 🙂

I found a 100 piece puzzle I thought would challenge him.  I found him at the table this evening trying to figure it out, saying “Oh my goodness”.

Then, we were reading Snow White in Afrikaans at bedtime and we got to the “Spieeltjie, spieeltjie aan die hand, wie’s die mooiste in die land” bit and I said “spieeltjie, spieeltjie and then he said ” in die wand”.  Cute 🙂

And then he farted up a storm in bed and I could barely breathe.  Jeez.

Sjoe, I’m feeling like the proverbial decapitated chicken at the moment.  Run to pick up domestic, run to drop off Daniel, run to get to work, do quick shop, cook supper, cook pots of food for girls to freeze (Purity sucks), bath kids, get them off to bed, clean up kitchen before domestic comes in tomorrow (Ja, what’s up with that??), switch on laptop to do work, squeeze in time to blog and off to bed soon. (all the cooking and kid stuff was done WITH hubby)

I wanted to do a long whiney post about hubby and how he doesn’t get how I’m feeling right now with all the change in my life and treats me like I’m his PA, but then I realised that I should probably rather have a conversation with him about it.  I will.  I promise.  Soon.

I have been meaning to ask: when is the best time to start brushing teeth?  I am of the “lets not make an issue so that there will not be an issue later” parenting persuasion, but brushing teeth is like saying please and thank you in my book.  BUT it is a nightly nightmare with the girls and, quite frankly, irritates the living crap out of me.

Any suggestions?

I laaik it.  I laaik it a lot!  I smaak it stukkend!

Haven’t had a chance to play around, have been catching up with everyone’s blogs, but I kind of like my pic as we actually have a big tree in our garden with a halftyre swing on one of the branches.  So I might just keep my page the same for a while.

Only thing I’m not too happy about is all the advertising that we cannot move around, but hey.

Catch all of you later!

I have now officially moved in to my home office, just waiting for the shelving and some pictures to go up, but otherwise it is MINE, all MINE!  Hubby wandered in here yesterday and said it looks like an actual office.  I wonder what he expected??

But I digress.  For the last couple of months we have been putting down bowls and spoons for the girls when we feed them, just so they can get used to the idea of feeding themselves.  We always put a little food in the bowls and it mostly ends up on the floor, but hey, that’s was tiles and dogs are for.   I could hear the chaos of feeding time going on upstairs and the nanny has just called me hysterically to tell me they are feeding themselves!  Granted, it is yogurt and it is EVERYWHERE, but they are having so much fun!  Ag, my sweet little girls.

Last thought:  we have also noticed that Isabel seems to be left and Mignon right.  My sister is lefthanded and I remember it being a problem for my Mom.  Is that still the case, or is it just because they didn’t cater very well for lefties 30 years ago??

We ended up having a lovely weekend!  You have to love social networking.  I put a status update on FB asking for ideas for kiddy friendly lunch spots and even got a suggestion from a friend in Canada – with a telephone number nogal!

So, we ended up at Eaglevlei, just off the Klapmuts turnoff off the N1, and what a lovely place!  Their claim to fame is the large jungle gym – judge for yourself, we were speechless!

I usually don’t dress the girls in dresses, but decided to give it a bash yesterday:

As usual, I couldn’t get the 3 of them in one place!

Mignon is also back to normal, thank goodness!

We took Mignon to the Specialist yesterday afternoon and he said her blood test was fine, had a look at her leg, knee and hip and diagnosed “irritable hip” which, if I understand him and Google correctly, is basically an inflammation of the lining of the joint.  This apparently happens sometimes 2-3 weeks after children have had a cold.

She is almost back to normal now, already running around again, my little rascal.

I must say, this is probably been one of the scariest experiences of my life.  We are so very, very grateful that she is ok.

Looks like the weather will be nice tomorrow and we might venture out for a picnic, trying to decide where!

I thought I might be able to catch them in the bath tonight, this was the best out of about 7 pics!  (Mignon left, Isabel middle and of course Daniel on the right)

EDIT:  Sorry, hubby didn’t think it was cool to put pic of our nekkid kids on my blog, so I took it off.  Will try to photoshop all the “bits” out

Downs:

1.  SO worried about Mignon’s leg, waiting for results of bloodtests and seeing doc later this avie.
2.  Not enough hours in the day!!!

Ups:

1.  Some really great stuff happening workwise
2.  My home office is almost done, the handy man has finished his first list (there are 3)

I was having a wonderful day until about 3pm this avie when the nanny called to say that Mignon can’t walk.  I thought, huh, what on earth are you talking about.  And then she said that Mignon’s left leg is lame.  She was fine before she went down for her afternoon nap and no, she didn’t fall at all today.

So I got in my car and did a longish journey in a rather short time whilst trying not to panic, speaking to the Pead’s office, my mother and desperately trying to reach my husband on the last bar of my phone which is always, always charged, just not today.

I arrived home and Mignon, even though she can stand, was unable to put any weight on her left leg.  I have no words to explain what I felt.  Fear, terror, I don’t know.

So, off we went to the doctor.  He sent her for a sonar, which didn’t shed any light on her problem.  She doesn’t have a fever, she is in high spirits, she’s not in any pain.  Her hip bones are fine, her knees are fine, her feet and ankles are fine.

So, we have given her an anti-inflammatory for tonight and tomorrow morning so hopefully it will be ok.  He said a lot of big words and then some and suggested ‘irritable hip”, which apparently is quite common.  But he was puzzled.  If she is not better in the morning, he will send her for a battery of blood tests and to a Pediatric Orthopedic surgeon for an opinion.

As far as Mignon is concerned, she is ok, but getting annoyed by not being able to run around like her sister. 

I was meant to go to a very important client presentation tomorrow.  That seems like a whole different life right now.

Will keep you posted.

Every month I forget to drink my special PMS happy drugs and every month PMS time rolls around I am ready to kill some poor unsuspecting fool that crosses my path.

For example (and feel free to tell me if this would annoy you):
I am really battling with my connectivity and have been for the last few weeks, so I have been having to trek into town almost every day.  I’m also in the process of getting my home office sorted out, so I am working from my Mom’s house a lot.

Today, as I arrive at my folks’ house, my Mom chucks a sealed envelope with their will in my face (which freaked me out considering the previous post), my dad is running late for a meeting and was shoving my stuff around and generally looking annoyed.

Then, my Mom asked whether I made a 20 minute telephone call from her landline.  And I could feel the skin at the back of my neck crawl as this is exactly the kind of thing my sister would do (she lives with them) and now I get blamed?? So, I bit my lip and asked to see the number, which is my Dad’s computer guy’s number (I only know this as I recently bought a laptop from him).  The call cost a whopping R3.00.  I got really pissed off, as I am working on a deal at the moment that is worth millions and my Mom is stressing about R3.00.  Arrgghhh.  I didn’t leave in a huff, I tried to extract myself gently, but geez, I couldn’t stay there anymore today.

The scariest part?  She didn’t mean it badly and it is exactly the kind of thing I often, unknowingly, do that irritates other people. 

Some mothers’ children.  
 

Whilst hubby was watching Sky, waiting for to me get done blogging, this story was on about an old couple that went to Switzerland to end their lives as they were both terminally ill.

They were 85 years old and were apparently inseparable.

We agreed that this was actually not a bad idea under the above circumstances.  Scary thought, but I would rather die knowing what I was doing than not being able to recognise my family and be a burden to them.

Thoughts?