And my third and final favourite oldie post was (of course) one inspired by the Great Love of my Life...the Beast. The Young family went for a ride tonight to open the mail. I hate going for a ride as a family because the car is a Santa Fe and there's seven of us and… Continue reading Big Kiss Noises for Motherhood.
Category: challenges and joys of
Criminal Conversations
I am blessed with a son who has exceptional social skills. He smiles, he chats, he charms, he bonds, he canoodles. He's even on a first name basis with ALL the other kids mums at his school. Thats right - i go to pick him up and women of all ages, shapes and sizes know… Continue reading Criminal Conversations
I feel your pain Naomi.
It’s tough being a supermodel. Like Naomi Campbell. You have to interrupt your holiday on the Riviera to do mundane things like testify at an international Crimes Tribunal. About THAT weekend a LOOOOONG time ago when you were ‘hanging out’ at a South African Presidential palace and some gangster type leader was one of the… Continue reading I feel your pain Naomi.
Worst Mother of the Year Award.
Sade the super scientist...There are some days when I can nominate myself for ‘Mother of the Year Award.’ Like the time I singlehandedly prepped a space alien themed birthday party for my son. Complete with moon cake, alien face painting, wrap aunty Pele up in toilet paper ( aka a space mummy) and various other… Continue reading Worst Mother of the Year Award.
Expect the worst.
Today my mother told me I needed to ‘keep a close eye’ on my teenage son. ‘He’s going astray, he’s getting up to no good…’ How does she know this? Because at church he was walking with a slight slouch, a ‘I don’t have a crooked back Im really doing a cool as cool walk.’… Continue reading Expect the worst.
A Sad tale of Swarovski crystals.
Most weeks I enjoy Sunday church. Especially now that Bella the Beast goes to her nursery class all by herself without screaming and tantrums. Sunday church is refreshing and uplifting. A tall glass of rejuvenation. Yesterday was NOT one of those Sundays. It was a disgustingly hot day. One where thick globs of humidity stuck… Continue reading A Sad tale of Swarovski crystals.
Lani Wendt Young 