Repeat itself…repeat itself…repeat itself…

Yes, that is what I wish last weekend could do, repeat itself just once or twice more. We had such a lovely time celebrating my 30th birthday….and yes, I finally turned 30! I passed the 16 year mark, the 18 year mark, I passed 21 and also 25…and then I waited patiently for 30 to show on my doorstep and wave me hallo, and it did, finally!

I really don’t know why I was so excited turning 30, maybe because “30” just sound so fabulous and voluptuous. Maybe because the girls from Sex and the City reminded me of being “30-something” and they made it look so fun and exciting, mind you, if Sex and the City remind me of being 30, why does Desperate Housewives remind me of being 40?

And yes, baking was once again included in our weekend. Think I am getting addicted to box-baking, it is so plain, simple and easy, that it even makes me look good, and I love it! Maybe one day, some day in the near future I will have to graduate from box-baking to grown up-baking, yes….some day…but until then, the Biekies and I enjoy our selection of boxes.

On the Saturday we went to Magic Garden nursery, bought some plants, herbs and flowers to decorate the gardens of my mom and sister (and I have to admit, mom’s garden looks quite cute after the make-over), and afterwards we had lunch, filled with conversations, laughter and Biekies running all over the place. Z had a silly standoff with a hen (which by the way, was trying to protect her chicks).

We also spend some time at the Vaal Show, walked through hundreds and hundreds of little stalls, rode the mechanical bull (warning: said activity should not be attempted of you are anything shorter than 1.70m, cause me and my whopping 1.64m body took longer to get on the bull than it took me to stay on the bull…).


We also realised that H has much more of an adventurous spirit than we ever thought, he climbed higher than my heart (and nerves) could handle, went on rides that I never could imagined, he even attempted the mechanical bull, was a bit shocked when he landed on his behind…but, he enjoyed it.

Z looked amused as familiar faces passed her again and again as the rides went around and around, and she even dared it on the carousel horses, slowly going up and down, smiling every time she passed us

I am, to be honest; deeply petrified of any amusement park ride, from the Anaconda at Gold Reef City, to the “Cup and Saucer” you get at the local amusement park. I don’t know why and how, all I know is that I am petrified and scared to death of these rides. But, with it being my 30th birthday, and having a fabulous time with the family and not wanting to spoil the mood of the stunning day we were having, I agreed to join mom and my sister when they said we should do the “Cup and Saucer” ride. As we stood in line I could already feel my knees going jelly, my stomach trying to find the emergency exit and my mouth going drier than any desert could ever be….but I braved it, cause I am 30! And if H can do it, so can his mommy!

But guess what? It started raining!! Call it faith, call it Murphy, call it Karma, call it whatever you please, but let’s admit, the rain saved my lucky stars from going on that evil, evil ride!

We ended the day with dirty muddy feet, hair all wet and tangled, Biekies trying to hide their faces from the cold, splashing raindrops, some good old KFC and tired bodies falling asleep on couches in front of the TV…but…it was a great, fabulous day.

So, let’s cheers to turning 30!

Mad-hatter Weekend…

My glass was not half-full this weekend, it was over-flowing, with blessings pouring from the sides like water from the edge of a waterfall.

It was great! This was just what I needed, as I was feeling a little dull and smothered for a while now, but this weekend did me good, my soul was recharged, re-energized….amazing

We played, we laughed, and we spent time with family.

We had messy doughy fingers and faces as we spent some time in the kitchen, baking and icing some cupcakes.



We had littlest Biekies with dirty faces sharing loving moments with littlest birdies.

 

We also had a littlest screaming in fear and terror when she had to sit on the back of a horse for the first time. From a distance she loved and admired the horse, and that is where she decided to stay….far enough away from the horse cause that is what she felt comfortable with.

We had beautiful blue skies, with sunshine warming you to the centre of your being, we had welcoming sunrises and breathtaking sunsets.

Little Miss Biekie-bouter decided to wake up a tad bit early on Sunday morning, and as I lay in bed, the most beautiful “Mamma’s” came from her room next door from ours. We snuck to the kitchen, and with her next to me on the kitchen counter, we mixed together a “wake-up-and-get-your-ass-into-gear” cup of coffee accompanied by a batch of “oh-so-lovely” chocolate mint muffins.

I’m also showcasing “oh-so-adventurous-daring-super-hot” red toes, and we still have pretty-pink, gorgeous-green and beautiful-blue waiting their turns patiently.

I am looking forward to this coming weekend, as I will be celebrating my 30th birthday.  I actually can't wait to hit the BIG 3-0, as it is a new chapter in my life and I intend to enjoy is to the fullest!  So here is to 30...cheers!

Meet the…..Tooth Fairy

A few days ago, we had to make a small trip to hospital as they needed to do some dental procedures on H, nothing dramatic, he is just to small to sit quietly in the dentist’s chair for long enough, so he had to get some anaesthesia. All went fine and dandy, and he handled everything like a real champ, no hassles and no worries.


(Left : Mommy & Me, Centre : On my way to theater, Right : All fine and dandy after the procedure)


It sucks to have a physical (or bodily, if you can call it that) weakness, for me it was having to wear glasses from approx 12 years of age, I hated it, and after 18 years of having to wear them, I still hate them. But for H, his teeth is his physical weakness, he’s been battling with weak baby teeth ever since he had teeth in his mouth, and unfortunately we were not able to win the baby-teeth-battle, and therefore the 4 (top) front teeth had to be extracted.

 

(Doing the silly's as we waited to go into theater)


But needless to say, he is very proud of the fact that the Tooth Fairy came to fetch those teeth….

Week-end madness….

What a lovely week-end, we ditched the usual routine and settled for something different this time…we planted, we baked, we planned, we played and we laughed…and it was fun

We planted….We finished our first DIY project this week-end, yes, we finally planted something in that damm empty pot, and not only that pot, we planted a second pot, and to “cherry-on-top” the whole DIY experience, we planted a tree in the front garden, our first step towards the whole gardening venture.

But I have to admit, I truly and utterly felt lost in the nursery on Saturday, I don’t have the slightest idea what to do and where to start when it comes to gardening, and I fear with my (extremely) limited knowledge regarding gardening, I might be more foe than friend to any garden, pot or plant.

We baked….Z and I baked some Chocolate Brownies Saturday evening, or let’s rather say that I followed the instructions on the back of the box on how to assembled the Chocolate Brownies mixture, and Z found it necessary the poke around with her finger in the mixture whilst carefully watching daddy as he stole some chocolate chips from the mixture. Whether or not I baked or settled for assembling, the Chocolate Brownies still came out divine!

We played and laughed…We all played “touch” with H Sunday afternoon, like a bunch of school kids we ran around the front yard, chasing each other, all the while laughing till we had no breath left. I love seeing happy, smiling faces on my littlest Biekies, it makes me all warm and mushy on this inside.

We planned…almost every evening this week-end, Guilm and I would sit on the steps outside kitchen-door, talking about what lies ahead, I love pre-planning life (although all does not always go as planned), it gives me some sort of direction. And yes, there was some form of disagreement, but for most of it we agreed on, and love the ideas that floated around. We’ll make it work, we just need a little time and space to accomplish all.

But we were also remembered of the sadness in life as we commemorated 10 years since the 9/11 tragedy. It really felt like yesterday, and I don’t think I will ever forget the images I saw and the pain and sorrow I felt as I watched it all unfold on TV…I pulled the coffee table as close as possible in front of the TV, and I sat down on top of the coffee table, as I watched with horror, trying to imagine what those people were thinking, what they were feeling as they were in the midst of it all, as they tried to escape, fighting with every ounce they had in them, to stay alive…

I remember all those people who tried their utmost best to safe those in distress, without thinking of themselves for one second, how, not only a nation, a country, but the world, stood together, embracing one another, giving comfort.

I wondered how a person can allow himself to turn so stone-cold, to not care about something as precious as life, about the families being left behind, the heart-ache, the pain, the tears that were caused with the decisions made.

And yet, after 10 years passed, I am reminded about the promise to keep going, no matter what…to never give up.

Creating the old into something new…..

With Spring that has sprung, I’m really getting “creative itches”, so, to hubby’s utter dismay, I decided that I have the three following D.I.Y. projects that I would like to attempt….

No 1 : White wash the Chest of Drawers and floating bookshelves for Zhané’s room, I just want to do something a bit different with her room, so I'm thinking - girlie coastal, so let’s see how far I get with this one….

No. 2 : Plant something in that damm empty pot! We have this flippen empty pot that was empty when we lived in Centurion, was still empty after we moved to Meyerton (to my mom’s house) and is STILL empty after we moved into our house, and I think the time has come for the pot to be un-empty! So will twist and pull hubby’s arm for a trip to Magic Garden for a few accessories and go green!

No. 3 : Create a “something” for that little nook at the front door. Although we hardly use the front door and hardly anybody will ever see the “something” in the nook at the front door, at least I will know about the “something” in the nook at the front door….and the “something” will make me feel better

I am pretty sure I can do this, seeing that I am not stupid, only lacking experience (and way to much of it, some would say)….


And then there is the future-dated D.I.Y. Projects…..

No. 1 : How about we create a garden out of our “a-whole-lot-of-space-of-nothingness”, which some people might call a yard, seeing that our yard consist out of paving (a lot of), grass (a lot of as well) and scrubs (to much off…), we will start with our pavement and work our way to the back. I don’t want an exclusive garden, just something nice and manageable

No. 2 : Create a “Rocky-bird-bath-thingy”, cause I know it gonna look awesomely cool, just need to find a spot for it, which would not be that difficult, as space is in abundance at this stage.

No.3 : Do a mosaic-guitar for Hanco’s room, saw this on the internet, or maybe a book, or a shop, what ever, I can’t remember, but I don’t care, it looked stunning enough for me to save the images in my dusty old brain. I liked it and I’m going to do it…

And maybe there is more to be done, mind you, once you buy a house, there will always be stuff to do, things that need fixing, and little nooks and crannies that beg to be magically revamped into something breathtaking and magnificent

Searching for the “pause-button”…..

I completed the application forms for Gr-0 for H the other night….it broke my heart and left me with a turmoil of emotions. Where has time gone and what the hell did he do with my little baby? And if it were not too much to ask, would time mind just hitting the “pause-button”?


I need to savour of a few more moments, I need to recall and cherish a few more memories, and I need my littlest to be little just a tad bit longer…

But although it feels like I lost my grip on time, I have to admit that we do enjoy the littlest grown-up person he is turning into, for instance, the other night he assembled the track for the skylectric (which he got from grandpa) all on his own, and he did not do a bad job in doing so. After said track was assembled, I was proudly informed that “ek kan die pad myself bou want ek is ‘n groot seun mos”. It made me proud…knowing that he is attempting more things on his own and relying less and less on our help and assistance. I’m also encouraging him to try things for himself, rather than leaping in and showing him how to do it, cause I realised, as much as I hate it, maybe I need to let go….

We are in the process of converting the (only) tree in our back garden into a tree-house for Hanco, because come on, every little boy needs a tree house, a tree house that magically converts into a pirate’s ship that sails the seven seas, collecting precious treasures, or a space shuttle launching itself deep into space, flying between stars, milky ways and planets, a tree house to hide away from annoying little sisters, to camp-out in and do sleep-overs.

Oh yes, and I guess it is safe to say that we survived our first Valie-winter, never thought we would be able to say this, but yes, we survived.

I am madly, deeply, utterly in love with spring this year, spring signals new beginnings, away with the old and dusty and in with the new and blooming…

Unfortunately, our spring did not have a rosy and chirpy start to it, cause I was admitted to hospital on the 1st of September 2011 for a scheduled D&C….yes, unfortunately our pregnancy was terminated at just over 12 weeks due to medical reasons. To me as a mother, this was probably the MOST difficult decision I had to make, cause the ripples this stone cause in our little pond goes way beyond what the eye will ever be able to see. And the unconscious fight between Forgiveness vs. Guilt will linger in my being and my soul for days and nights to come. But we are all entitled too forgiveness, and although I know that my faith allowed me to be forgiven, I still have to allow myself to forgive

The love and support we received (and are still receiving) in these difficult times, is just overwhelming, family and friends (and yes, even cyber-space friends) reached out to us and touched our hearts and lives with their love, caring and support, and to all of them we will be forever grateful. I don’t think any dictionary or thesaurus will be able to explain the gratitude we have towards these people.

But we decided to keep our little boat afloat amidst the giant waves caused by this, we will keep sailing towards to sun, keep our heads up high and our faith even higher

…. cause the sun will always shine again tomorrow

Photo-board : Playing with grandpa's Army Gear