Life as we know it

Life is hectic, keeping to our daily schedule and routines are not always easy.  Most mornings end up in me rushing the kids to get dressed and ready cause “we are late” (which we are 4 out of 5 mornings in a week). 

Friday evenings have been consumed by rugby practice and Saturday mornings are spend next to the rugby field, eating hotdogs and encouraging the Biekie.  Having my heart ache with pride has never felt so good!

The times following between Saturday and Friday H spend improving on his newly taught techniques, throwing and catching the ball, running with the ball, firmly gripped under the one arm and “pushing” the opponents away with the other, and using mommy’s legs as a batter ram for scrums and tackles.  Seeing his eyes lit up, the smile on his face and the endless enthusiasm in which all of this is done is priceless.  And yes, of course, my littlest remains one bad-ass kicker….

On the other end of the spectrum…with each day passing we can see more and more transformation in the littlest of Biekies, less baby and more little lady (or should I say Diva), less dependant and more independence, more eager to do things on her own.  Conversations are slowly turning from gibberish to meaningful words and short sentences.  And let me tell you, sister can dance to the beat!

So with all of this happening, the other Sunday was kind of a big day in our household, as we are in the process of slowly transforming sister’s room to suit her “big-girl” needs.  Out with the cot and in with the “big girl” bed, out with the Chest of Drawers and in with the dressing table.  But more to follow soon…

And between all of this we are also busy arranging a birthday party for little Miss Diva, celebrating her achievements, celebrating her life, and celebrating her.  And what better way to do this than with a vintage style tea party.  Digging for the miniature porcelain tea set we inherited from Great-Grandma, digging out the China we got from Grandma, discovering long forgotten crocket tablecloths in the back of the linen closet, planning the menu, the thank-you gifts, the guest list, a day filled with fun and laughter, a day spend with people loving and caring for my littlest, a day spent in the best possible way I know…with friends and family.

I also heard a fluttering whisper that we might be expecting a “Per Hand” parcel…. a parcel filled with all sorts of goodies, hand-knitted goodies, farmer’s market hand-made goodies, dearly missed seashells and sea sand, and to top it all, lots of hugs and kisses, all carefully packet and wrapped by a Grandma and Grandpa, who misses the littlest Biekies greatly.  Can’t wait to see the expression on their little faces as we unwrap that parcel and discover those hidden treasures underneath the lid…

Had a chat with a dear friend who is awaiting the arrival of her second littlest, and we spoke about our trials and tribulations as mommies (and as parents).  We spoke about the fears we face as second-time pregnant moms, the doubts we have in our abilities.  But where I sit today and look back at it all, it was not really that bad.  I am somewhat surviving the age-gap, the boy-vs-girl, the lack of sleep and the nappies.  We have an ever-changing-ever-adapting routine; cause what worked today might not always work as well tomorrow. 

H raised much easier than Z is doing, he was my easy-child where as she is my little tantrum diva.  And whoever said you get smarter with the second child did not have a second child, cause I sometimes feel more clueless now than I did with H.

But yet, as difficult and daunting as things can be at times, so much more rewarding are they.  Being able to share their accomplishments, their milestones, and the crazy happy moments.  Just loving these precious little moments.

Discovered not far from our house, is a venue called the “Biekie Bos”, and I think the Biekies should go for a visit…