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Am I that delectable?

9 Oct

I always thought of myself as kind of “juicy” (read healthier than most and somewhat cute on a good day) but I never figured some critter would take that as literally as the mosquito.

If you happen to be in the same company as my father and I during summer, there’s one thing you’ll notice the two of us doing. We will scratch the itch caused by the many mosquito’s having a feast with us! The other thing you will also notice is that NO ONE ELSE would be scratching at all.

Don’t get me wrong, I love warm summer evenings spent outdoors. And oddly enough, I find the thunderstorms somewhat calming. Don’t even get me started on the smell of the outdoors after the rain or the beautiful rainbows we see. All of these things make me fall in love with summer, except for one little creature and their tendencies!

About 3 nights ago, I woke up to find 8 mozzi bites in a formation that resembled Orion’s Belt, have you ever? When I had finally succumb to the urge to scratch my patch of itch, my arm looked like it was growing another appendage, swollen was not the word! As for our trip to Moz in the middle of winter nogal, I came back with a record-breaking 22 bites all over my legs. Now you tell me? Is there enough Tabbard and Peaceful Sleep in this world to help me out?

The most annoying experience I’ve had, apart from being bitten, is watching a mosquito fly over my husband, hover around my son and then try to find a juicy spot to land on me! The blessed nerve!

On the bright side, they do say that there’s nothing like scratching an itch, apparently it’s somewhat orgasmic…. I guess many bites mean multiple orgasms, yes no???





Wordless Wednesday – Me and my dad

29 Feb

He couldn't keep up

Helping me with winds

My favorite place to sleep

Showing me the ropes

Too handsome

There’s nothing that I love more than to watch my husband bond and play with our son. He’s a really good father, but then again, that’s why I chose him – it’s because I knew he would be awesome at it!

Dads Discipline

14 Dec
Deutsch: Historische Federzeichnung einer schu...

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Words that are forever etched in my psyche are: “just wait until your father gets home” and that was enough to get me to do absolutely ANYTHING my mother asked just so that I could avoid what I knew was coming. Just thinking about those few words instantly takes me back to my childhood home in Eshowe, it’s about 5 o’clock in the afternoon and the smell of dinner cooking on the stove is wafting through the house while my brother and I are running around the lounge. There are probably many people in my generation that got a hiding/smack/thrashing depending on the nature and severity of the offense or amount of patience your parents lost with you. I wasn’t a naughty child that got a hiding all the time but when I had crossed the proverbial line, I knew that my father would be there. Within my family, he was known as a strict uncle who didn’t waste time talking more than twice and even our pets knew the hairy eyeball.

The discipline began with the torment of waiting in my parents bedroom! That on its own was enough to get the water-works flowing real good. Then came the choosing of the Tool-of-torture (a thick leather belt at night or a stick from the guava tree during the day), the hiding (where I TRIED to run around while catching it to E.A.C.H syllable of the said “lecture”) and then being sent to bed. One thing I do remember, was that my mother at those times would come to my brother’s defense, rescuing him from the rest of the said torture.

I’ve heard friends and other moms say that they feel justified in smacking their kids (for the right reasons) but that they find  it difficult to allow their spouses to discipline all the same. They’ve felt like the fathers were harsher, smacked harder or spoke too sternly. It just so happened that we were travelling back home, enduring another SIX HOUR long road trip with a toddler who had had enough of his car seat. My husband was understandably reprimanding our son for something but a part of me cringed and felt like he could have been gentler yet I knew in the back of my mind, if Sam was with me, that poor child would have got a lot more decibels out of me and I would have felt completely justified – what a hypocrite?!

When we hear the terms “discipline” and “father,” there appears to be a natural connection, but often with negative overtones. The idea of a father as one who punishes or is an authoritarian figure runs deep in our culture. Yet, fathers have much more to offer than only helping their children learn self-control and social rules, and their role involves much more than punishment. You have to admit that children definitely benefit from having both parents in the home because the styles of parenting in itself is so unique. Yes, both parents aren’t always together but having a father figure present is important nonetheless.

There’s an interesting article I came across called: Gender Wars which points out how men and women parent differently.

Lester and I threaten to smack but never do. We try distraction A LOT and it works mostly but could it be, since most of the responsibility of rearing a child falls on a mother’s shoulders that we condone how we discipline as opposed to our partners methods? I don’t know for sure but all I do know is that I would welcome a spank from my mother any day because spanking is for monkeys.

I Love Wearing My Baby

13 Oct

“Babywearing” simply means holding or carrying a baby or young child using a cloth baby carrier. Holding babies is natural and universal; baby carriers make it easier and more comfortable, allowing parents and caregivers to hold or carry their children while attending to the daily tasks of living. Babywearing helps a new dad put a fussy newborn to sleep. It allows a new mom use both hands to make a sandwich. It lets an experienced parent or caregiver carry a baby on her back and wash the dishes, do the laundry, take a hike, or weed the garden, all while keeping the baby safe and content. This practice if far from new, for those of us raised by maids, “baleta-ring” is an age-old tradition passed down, especially when our little ones don’t want to sleep the usual way or there’s work to be done in our homes.

I’ve always been a baby carrier! ALWAYS! That’s because my son is a terrible sleeper and yes, that is my fault but I KNOW I’m not alone in that department, just ask “Scary Mommy”. When Sam was a few days old, in an effort to get things done or just get him to sleep longer than 15 minutes at a time, I would carry him around the house while he was still a little rat. As he started to get a little heavier, out came my ubba-babba baby-wrap which gave me a much-needed reprieve and the chance to get a few morsels of food into my mouth.

Up to this day, I still carry Samuel on my hip to make tea or do whatever else needs to be done (not the cooking, I do have to draw the line somewhere) because I just think that there’s a whole world above the kitchen counter that he doesn’t get to see but also because I really just love to have him with me, as in, in my sights! Yes I am somewhat obsessed with making sure my little Sunny-Bunny doesn’t get hurt unnecessarily and I should “hover” less but it’s just so much easier to have him with me and then we’re done and he’s safe. This is a very busy little boy who loves nothing more than to spend the day speed-crawling and climbing the stairs when he doesn’t know how to get back down! My love language is touch, so there’s nothing that I love more than to hold my son – and I do it A LOT!

The cutest thing is when Sam is with his dad – those two boys just melt my heart. What Lester does some nights with Sam is called “Fathering-Down” or simply, putting him on his chest to calm him or lull him off to Slumber-land. It’s the most beautiful sight to me because that means I get to be left alone enough to fall asleep but at least the hubby gets to be involved as well. The second sling in our home is for the “boys”. It’s used when we go to the park or the mall when Lester wants to carry Sam hands-free.

Will it carry on? Probably. I’m a chiropractor so I know all about the biomechanics of this age-old practice but I think a growing toddler might find the world out there more way interesting than the confines of his mother’s lap so for now, as long as he’ll let me, I’ll hold on until he let’s go. Please Lord, let that be a long time from now.

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