This morning I was sitting in traffic and there was a couple in a brand new Verso, wearing their safety belts, with a cute little curly haired girl on Mommy’s lap. I then proceeded to do my crazy bitch impersonation and waving madly at them an pointing at the child and imitating strapping in.
And they were hopping mad at me!
WTF??? Idiots like that need a fat klap against the head. I felt like taking their photo and posting it here.
I had a meeting on Greenmarket square today and I must confess, despite working about 10 minutes walk away I haven’t been there in about 6 years.
What a shock I got. Gone are the cheap weirdy clothes and kick-knacks. Gone is Sgt Peppers. <Sniff sniff> (All I saw was tourist crap – quite sad.)
What I did encounter was this man below. No lies, I took the pic on my cell phone 🙂
On his head are actual egg shells and balanced on the drum is an actual telephone. To the right you have tourists giving him money.
You gotta love Cape Town!
In my next life I am coming back as a GHD wielding hairdresser.
I ran into Tygervalley for a way overdue haircut this avie after trying 2 hairdressers at Cobble Walk ( I was trying to get to a hairdresser called Johan that is apparently really quick. I am now wondering if he is an urban legend?)
At first I was a little apprehensive as they looked really laid back and then nervous as the lady proceeded to cut the back of my hair with a pair of CLIPPERS. I actually caught myself clenching my hands!
It’s not like I have long hair, in fact, it is in a really boring bob and my only requirements are:
1. I must be able to tuck my hair behind my ears, no fringes and
2. Please thin it out properly as it is very thick.
You would be amazed at how many hairdressers do not get this right!
Anyway, after much angsting and laughing from said hairdresser, a quick read through the newly published Cosmo sex survey that we had a good laugh over – by this time all the staff had congregated at my chair, an AWESOME session with said hairdresser’s GHD, and R160 later I was spit back out into reality, running VERY late to get home to hubby and kids.
Which makes me wonder: what is the female obsession with straight hair??
What a weekend.
Friends over for supper on Saturday night, Coq au Vin and too much wine (hiehiehie). I also made this kickass dessert I was quite chuffed with as my culinary skills are average at best. Hubby usually does all the cooking. (applause please)
Sunday was lunch at my folks’ house and halfway through I started feeling terrible, couldn’t even finish my food. I barely made it home and had some tummy bug that seems to have calmed down now. There’s nothing worse than being ill and having to look after your children, I feel so sorry for them (and myself of course). I ended up calling my Mom and she actually came to help, even though I did have to hear all about how sore her back is today.
We all only woke up at 7h45 this morning (YAY!!) There was the usual running around last night, but an extra hour sleep always helps!
Today was a playdate in the morning and then this avie the in-laws over for tea. The girls now also have runny tummies and were miserable, shame. They were the lucky winners of an Empaped each at bedtime tonight. Touch wood, no complaints so far.
Daniel has been, to say the least, a brat this weekend and is really enjoying the fact that he can say NO. He is also very adept at whining and generally being in a foul mood. I love my child, but he drove me farking insane. He is acting out about something, because he seems very frustrated. We try to stay calm and give him the time to express himself verbally, but the messages are very mixed sometimes.
Anyway, I’m trying to spend more 1-on-1 time with him, but it’s really hard when there are 2 other little ones that also need me.
Downs:
1. Took our car in for a service today and, except for the R2 600 they want to charge us for the service, they want to do an additional R10 000’s worth of work to the car. Farking hell. When we bought the car last year and I wanted to take the maintenance plan, my husband said no and now look. Aarrgghh
2. I’m not even going to get started on work. Suffice it to say my day has gone downhill.
Ups:
1. We went to the Ortho Paed yesterday and it was the quickest R500 I have ever spent. Bottom line: Daniel’s feet are about 15 degrees inward, but so are Andre Agassi’s. Great stuff, problem solved so now we can tell the school to wind their necks in.
2. Another long weekend and I get to cuddle and kiss my kids to distraction. And DH of course.
Have a good one!
Life is short
Break the rules
forgive quickly
kiss passionately, love truly
laugh constantly
And never stop smiling
no matter how strange life is
Life is not always the party we expect it to be
but as long as we are here, we should smile and be grateful to God for the gift of LIFE !!
I also sport a black thumb, much to Daniel’s dismay, as he keeps on kissing it better 🙂
We took a walk with our neighbours to go and vote late this avie at the local school and we walked straight through. We then took all the kids to the park and ran around like border collies trying to herd them. Great fun, had an easter egg tonight (ok, 2) to make up for all the calories I burnt.
We are taking Daniel to an Orthopedic Pediatrician tomorrow as he keeps on falling over his feet and the school asked us to have it looked at. (they are turned in a little and very flat) Let’s see how that goes. I also noticed today that Isabel’s left foot is a bit wonky when she wears shoes, so we’ll have to keep an eye out for that too.
Hope everyone has a great short week!
Sometimes it is just hysterical to have a almost 3 yr old boy. He doesn’t walk. He either runs or bounces. Everywhere.
This was our evening:
Whilst dropping off the nanny he was moaning about “vakvak”=vlakvark=Lion King. Over and over and over again in the car I thought I was going mad. I don’t understand why as he knows it is a DVD and not a song??
He then switched on the cd player in the kitchen and was having a LOUD party with “when you’re happy and you know it”, complete with clapping and bouncing and stomping of feet whilst standing on a chair. He was hugely upset with me when I tried to turn the volume down.
Supper time we could NOT keep him at the table as he was running around shrieking like a banshee. The little shit enjoys scaring the living daylights out of his sisters when they are watching Baby Einstein. They are so petrified of the puppets by now he only asks us to put it on so he can jump and and down and shriek when the puppets come on as he know how they scream. Poor Mignon got such a fright she almost bounced out of her feeding chair.
Bathtime was a nightmare. Mommy has to bath, noooo, Daddy has to bath and so on and so forth.
Whilst I was bathing the girls he was driving hubby mad. Ask for Crackerbread and when hubby gives it to him, noooo, he asked for rice cakes. When hubby gives him the rice cakes, nooo he asked for Marmite on the rice cakes. And quite exasperated as if we weren’t listening to him. My poor, long suffering husband.
When we were dressing the girls he was dragging a big chair around the kitchen and we are quite powerless as we are each busy trying to dress wriggly little worms, a challenge all by itself. By the time hubby made it to the kitchen Mr D has knocked over the bottle of red wine and there was wine everywhere. (we never drink during the week, but by this time we had each had a glass..)
The new game is also “chase” which basically entails, yes, you guessed it, to be chased up and down the passage. It also entails the other parent, i.e. me, herding the girls so they don’t get knocked down.
It finally ended with him upending a small tub of water over himself when he jumped off the bathroom cupboard and hubby had to change his clothes.
He is now quiet. Phew. And we are having another glass of wine, or rather, we drained the last few drops out of the bottle that didn’t end up on the floor. 🙂
We have quite an open planned house with lounge, dining room and kitchen areas, so all the toys are in the dining area with the table and chairs moved to the side. Which is fine mostly as we just move the table out when we have guests.
Hubby has been moaning for a while about the mess in that area and saying that we should use one of the bedrooms as a play room.
I have always been reluctant to do this as I really enjoy having the kids around me (mostly..) and I am of the open-plan-farm-kitchen-persuasion where everyone is together.
Of late I have been thinking about this though as the mess is just beyond me.
What do my fellow bloggers think, separate playroom or not??
Daniel whilst trying desperately to get his pants off so he can make a wee:
Looked down: “Wag net ‘n bietjie Tottie!!”