I’m not a tree hugger, a granola chick or one who is one with nature. I do however love being outdoors, I pick up litter even if it’s not mine and cry if the lion attacks one of the little guys no matter how many times my husband says, “but it’s nature”. Sometimes I don’t like nature. Let me explain with a few examples that I have been exposed to over the last little while. Starting...

My husband works in hospitals and is up even before my little rooster. I cook good old Jungle Oats (even though as a teenie-bopper I promised I’d never feed it to my kids) in the morning and send hubbie off with his share in a tupperware.  Today while I was washing out husband’s breakfast tupperware from yesterday, I was reminded of my youth. We were lucky to get a lunch box at the beginning of...

I have been blessed with three children, their ages are fairly close together and I am currently in the final stages of my third child’s baby phase. He turns 3 on Sunday- Valentine’s day and he is a true valentine, sweeping us off our feet with his ways! As he approaches three though, I cannot help but feel a sense of “is it really all over?” He is out of nappies, hasn’t had a bottle or dummy for ages...

Break time at school: the one thing most children go to school for. Just when the day’s getting boring or long or you can’t fight the hunger any longer, the break bell goes and you’re free from the confines of the classroom. Now, what if second break was canceled? How would the children and teachers feel then? Ah, if it were canceled for one long first break, it could be possible. I think you...

I attend a music class every Wednesday morning for my little munchkin. It’s loads of fun for us both. It means interaction for him: stimulus through music and movement as well as interaction with others (even if it be seeing how another child responds when a tambourine is thrown at them by another class member) . Of course for me I get to assess my parenting: seeing how others do parenting and learn from...

How quickly a year passes. I’ve only had one year with my little munchkin but here is what I’ve got so far: What I have learned in a year… The Early Days… Having your waters break for the first time brings on the strangest wave of emotion and it feels like you and your husband are the only human beings that count at that moment- you know something great is about to happen. Contractions...

After potty-training two children (a boy and a girl), you’d think I have this whole thing down. No problems- child no. 3 would be potty trained just after he turned 2! Just like the others! But surprise, surprise- things have not turned out that way. And he’s turning 3 in November so I guess, I’m starting to stress a little over this. As I avidly watch my friends cope with their almost 3 years...

The boots of our cars have been well used over the past nine months ie, since the birth of our son. There’s the pram, the bag, the blankets, the “what if” items. All of this is kept to a minimum due to the inspecting eye of the “travel light” husband. If left to our own devices, us moms would never leave home without our home and all its necessary equipment.  Now let’s throw...

I remember standard five being one of my favourite school years. Activities leading up to leaving primary school generally included making promises to keep friendships, finding out that the boy you liked the whole year liked you too and getting teachers to write in your “keep-sake” book. I clearly remember standing in my favourite teacher’s class, Mrs Pullen. (She was also the boys favourite...

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we were just pregnant for 3 months, had no morning sickness and absolute no pain during labour? That is how my birth story unfolded when we adopted a beautiful baby boy last October. After 2 years of struggling to fall pregnant (and all the infertility testing required) and an early miscarriage, my husband and I decided to start the adoption process. It was something we had always...