They’re born and the milestones are thick and fast. They drink. They eat. Burping, pooping. Growing (weigh, measure, worry). More poop. And is it the right colour, consistency, frequency? First smiles. Laughter. Teeth appear. Usually with teething. Sleep (yeah, not really). Words are highly anticipated and duly celebrated. Crawling. Make sure they crawl otherwise in … Continue reading It’s Going To Be Okay.
This whole thing is actually her fault. My friend, that is, henceforth referred to as HoWWFII (Homeschooling Wonderwoman Whose Fault It Is.) She’s homeschooled her own 3 kids in the U.S., emigrated for 2 years to Zimbabwe, where we met, changed their lifestyle and outlook radically because, well, deepest darkest Africa will do that to … Continue reading Homeschool. Good Eggs & Graduations.
Laundry. I've done a lot. Especially in the last 3 years, because in Zimbabwe, most homes employ permanent domestic help. Here in Cape Town, I am the domestic help. But then I counted my children, and realised I actually have 4 domestic helpers. Boo yah! And I pay them in muffins. I have taught them … Continue reading Lessons in Laundry
So after plenty of hinting in the last blog, I’m sure you’ve seen it coming that we have decided to homeschool Luke (13). And as Ethan’s (11) history of school entails 3 termly parental meetings to discuss his not paying attention, settling down, or the inevitable “he just cannot stay in his seat,” we’ve decided … Continue reading Homeschooling and Other Horror Stories
It's been almost a year since I posted an update, as I've been writing about other stuff in between. This sort of brings everything together better I think. Our life at present: Obviously the biggest change is Joshua moving out into the BIG wide world. To the tiny corner of Sun Valley, oxymoronically (yes! T’is … Continue reading Update #20- Leaving, growing, pooing.
One of Newton's laws states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is no truer than when your child says to you, "Don't worry, Mom," or "Calm down, Mom." The very presence of the word "Mom" actually nullifies the statement itself, because that's just how we roll. But when a child … Continue reading Newton & Nagging
T'was the end of the year 2000, the turn of the year. Factually, the turn of the whole millenium. I was 36 weeks pregnant with the world's busiest baby, whose due date was 6th January. We had already decided his name would be Aiden, which means 'fire' because we felt it described his character- he was … Continue reading Happy New Yeee-nnggg!#@&*