I still have a blog. Amazing.
I doubt anyone out there is actually still looking to see if I might post anything. Don’t worry, chances of me becoming a regular blogger again is virtually zero.
I’ve just never been that into documenting my life in any way. I get bored too quickly.
That probably makes me a bad mommy too, since I don’t catalogue my daughter’s milestones either. Meh, sorry, at least my husband takes a LOT of pictures.
Anyway, this blog will stay here. It has it’s uses, and maybe something will change, and I’ll regain my will to blog again.
Don’t hold your breath though
Every mom needs to brag about their kid occasionally, right?
MY KID IS POTTY TRAINED!!
And it only took 2 weeks too.
I’m so proud of her (and so happy about the money we’re saving on nappies). She still uses a night nappy, but we might take her off that soon as well, seeing as she has woken up with a dry nappy every day for the past week.
Potty training was one of the things I was most anxious about when we embarked on this whole parenting journey. I wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up accident after accident, or being stuck at home with a kid who needed to be taken to the loo every 15 minutes for weeks on end. I should’ve known that it wouldn’t be like that. Sienna has been the easiest kid on the planet to raise up to now. Potty training was no exception.
Bring on the next thing
To the point of almost being a dealer.
My drug of choice? Pinterest.
When I first heard of Pinterest, I thought that I would never find a use for it. I don’t have a wedding to plan, I’m not a designer or a fashionista and I don’t spend hours on the net looking for pretty images. I decided to request an invite anyway, being the serial early adopter that I am.
A few days later I received my invite. I’m yet to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing. I spent all of two minutes on the site before coming up with at least ten different boards that I could make. The food category alone was enough to keep me staring at my screen for hours on end, pinning one delicious picture after the other.
I’ve discovered that you don’t need to be a designer or a fashion fundi or a bride-to-be to appreciate the stunning ideas and images on the site. I’m not a photographer, but one day I might want someone to take pictures of me and Pinterest has helped me find poses that I may want to try. I’m not a chef, but I’ve found countless meal ideas that are quick and easy to make by even the most disastrous of cooks. I’ve found hundreds of fun and informative games and crafts to do with my little girl. I’ve even become the proud owner of a sewing machine and can’t wait to try some of the patterns that I’ve come across on Pinterest.
My biggest challenge now? Getting off of Pinterest long enough to actually try the dozens of projects that I’ve pinned.
And the dealer part I mentioned above? Pinterest is open by invitation only, so leave me a comment and I’ll send you an invite
Yesterday, we had a hail storm.
Growing up in Joburg, you get used to pretty extreme weather. We have howling winds, torrential rain and spectacular thunderstorms. We also have hail on a fairly frequent basis.
I always knew that a storm was particularly heavy if the noise on the roof suddenly became too loud and the lawn started looking like it was popping popcorn all over the place. I loved watching the little balls of hail jump around as they fell on the grass.
The biggest hail I’ve ever seen before was about the size of a small gumball, and the noise that went with it was insane. I’m very glad that I wasn’t home yet when yesterday’s storm happened.
The first signs of the hailstorm was evident when I made my way up the Krugersdorp hill. Piles of hail, looking like snow, were scattered all along the rock face. As I rounded the bend at the top of the hill, I could see the debris of leaves and twigs strewn over the road. I drove on to pick my daughter up from daycare, where I heard the first stories. One poor mom arrived at the daycare just as the hail started falling and got stuck in her car. The worst part was that she was terrified that she might still get hurt as the hail struck dents into her car and threatened to knock out her front windscreen.
I did a quick check of my phone as a left the daycare and saw that a friend who lives up the street from me had updated his Blackberry status. A few of the windows in his house got knocked out. I thought he was being funny and ignored it, until I got home.
You could tell that the storm was unusual by the number of old ladies running around in our complex, trying to see if their roses got damaged. Leaves and twigs were everywhere. I got my daughter and walked into the house, knowing immediately that my friend hadn’t been joking. My husband was in the process of cleaning up the last few pieces of glass from where a golf ball sized hailstone had shattered one of the windows in our lounge.
Thankfully, that was the only window in our house that got hit. I went back to see if my friend had posted any pictures of the damage to his house. They had lost about 4 windows, with the biggest hail stones hitting their house being about the size of cricket balls. Other friends had multiple cracked windows and dented cars.
Driving to work this morning, the streets looked like a hurricane had passed through. What I had thought were twigs turned out to be entire branches that had been ripped off of the trees lining the streets. I was truly thankful that I missed the storm.
It did get me thinking though. Storms seem to be getting worse. Torrential rains have turned into dangerous flash floods, hail storms have turned into deadly downpours. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of those hailstones had hit an actual person instead of just a few windows.
Is our planet starting to fight back?