Monday, 11 May 2009

so much to say....and songalolos.

I have so much I need to spit out, and will try to do it in an orderly fashion.

1. My Allium's are flowering. I LOVE these flowers, although Peonies still take the cake. My husband planted the bulbs for me when it was still cold and the ground was barren, and after a tub of daffs, I now have these beautiful, purple pom-poms.





2. Yesterday we had a birthday tea party, which turned into an afternoon braai - my FAVOURITE kind of day. It was such bliss, I had such a scrumptious day. Below is a photo of the Mouse, showing the appropriate braai attire, and the correct rib-eating etiquette .....isn't she clever? No dirty hands for Mom to wipe!....and that was lovely Carlos holding her rib for her. Let it be put in writing that he is a very proficient braai-er, and although it looked a bit worrying to begin with, the end result was taste-bud delicious!





3. Had to include a photo of my gorgeous little man...well he ain't quite mine.....but I keep on hoping Mr & Mrs Rabbit might accidentally leave him behind, like they did Fifi's tights.....
and in this photo he looks just like his Mama - this is a big deal as most days he looks like his Papai.


4. Don't you just love belated birthday stuff? It keeps it all going....I got this from my big sister today. Now if I am not already feeling like a lump of lard, and terribly guilty about not running, then receiving some sports socks with the express instructions that they are to be used for running is enough to send me nose-first under my duvet.....yes, hiding will make it all go away.......BUT thank you, thank you sister and bro-in-law for these goodies, and for Mouse's Warthog - she loves it. ( we still haven't determined sex or name - will let you know when I do.) I just have teeny-tiny enquiry.....if Grant chose all my presents.....how did he come by the stripy thong? Just thought I would throw it out there......


5. I am having a South African mood at the moment. I have been surfing some SA blogs, and boy I realised I have become so out of touch with my roots. I have laughed at the colloquial language - words like bakkie, skattie, Ront instead of Rand.....and songalolo.
Bless the little (hardly!) songalolos from my childhood. I can tell you hand over the heart there is no flippy-flap-flurpy way I would hold one now...I can think of nothing more groce. Ha ha ha ha ha. I have also found myself emailing my sister and cousin with sentences containing the word chop! AG Man! I think I need to go home, as Africa is calling me so strongly.



SEE! HARDLY BLOODY SMALL!


6. Errant husband update:
Mr A. is swanning around Malaysia. Well not quite swanning around....more like repelling from helicopters into dense jungle. He is snacking on local delicacies - monkey, python, eel, frog, and barbel. Oh...and don't forget the berries and roots. LUURRVVLLEEYY. My home cooking will never live up to that, and actually never mind that, when he gets back I have to kiss that mouth....yuck.


7. A Scoutism to help you enjoy your day:
I don't have a photo so picture the scene.
Friday afternoon.
Driving back from fetching Josie.
Both front windows open.
Scout strapped into her seat in the back tossing her head from side to side like a model in a L'Oreal commercial.
"Look Mom, the wind blowing my hair!"
Oh you little tart!

**** note to Mr A. ***** you know how you hate that little girl in Finding Nemo just cause of the way she talks? well, your child says that sentence in the exact same manner and intonation! ha ha ha - kharma dude!

8. The Nature Vs Nurture debate from a few posts ago....Thank you for the emails and I even had a couple of buddies phone. It is one of those debates that can go on forever. I have heard some very enlightened comments, and enjoyed taking the bait from some wise-arses....BUT yesterday I discovered the best way for me to cope with Mouse beating up her friends....I need to drink more. No listen, this makes sense! Yesterday everyone arrived, and Mouse got SO over-excited and nearly caused herself heart failure - I feared she may have exploded from within! Of course, this brings on the snatching/pushing stuff, and Mommy tried short, sharp remands and it kinda worked. By yesterday afternoon I had spent some time in the sun drinking Pear Cider.....at this point Scout could've come over all Ricky Hatton and I don't think I would've batted an eyelid - ha ha ha. Voila! result!

Right, so that's my lot
that's my life at the moment
XXX

mY jOY:

http://www.hayibo.com/ - South African politics just the way I like to read it! ah-ha.

http://www.tertia.org/so_close/ - South African mom/blogger/definate wearer of big-girl-pants/reason I am not going to bed on time as I am working through her blog archive.