A New Year, Growing up & Allergic Reactions

    Have you ever just looked at yourself in the mirror and told yourself to seriously grow the f up? I’ve never been so mad at myself like I was on New Years Eve.   I should have been enjoying the last day of 2015 with my kids, instead I was sitting in a labtests office having yet another blood test that I hate. All because of a little vanity. Sigh. See, I’m not a girly girl. I don’t do my nails enough, don’t see the point when it scratches off 5 minutes later.  I don’t do make up, mainly cos I’ve never found foundation that suits my skin tone plus all…

  • Glimmer of Sunshine

    A Glimmer of Sunshine

    I have a 4 year old boy. Yes, I heard that collective sigh. Any mum with a 4+ old boy can probably understand what parenting a 4 year old boy entails. It’s a period (that I’ve heard doesn’t stop), wbere he’s no longer a baby but not quite a “big boy”. A time when testosterone goes a bit crazy! No longer do I have a sweet, anything I say goes, boy. Instead, there’s a little man in his place, trying to give his mother more grey hairs. Our day generally goes well, with a little play & niceties, and then occasionally some days evolve into me getting ticked off. It’s…

  • Confession Time

    Confession Time

    Dear Reader, I have a confession to make. Shhhh. In one way, it’s probably not the most appropriate time to make this confession, but in another, it’s probably the only time I can. One thing I must say first, is that no one has come to any harm with this confession. My wee family is as strong as ever, and those close to us understand this is our choice. You see, dear readers, we don’t do Santa. shock, horror, oh my word . Yes, you read right, we don’t do Santa. Yes, we do Christmas, presents, family, traditions, food & fun. But, not Santa. Phew, so glad that’s off my…

  • Family Traditions


    Blending is almost always difficult ; be it your “traditional blended family” i.e 2 single parents with children coming together as a family, or blending by race/religion/culture. For my wee family, it’s a matter of the latter. See, I’m South African Indian and hubby is NZ European. Our race, religions and the culture we were brought up with are different. Yet we are very similar. So that our kids grow up with an understanding of both backgrounds, and I guess to show respect to each other’s ways, traditions are important to us. With our kids being so young (4 & 1), our traditions have evolved around them. When my son…


    I HATE shopping

    That’s it. I give up! I hate shopping for clothes! For me, that is. I LOVE clothes shopping for my kids. I don’t go out shopping much with 2 kids bouncing around. It’s just not possible at times. But lately, nothing seems to fit right, or it looks like I’ve worn it a billion times. Ergh, so off we go shopping. My 2 main rants: Wwwhhhhyyy does EVERY shop need to follow the current trends? It’s either super tight or super loose (think Homer Simpson muumuu). Shiny fabric like you’re going clubbing later (Pfft not when my bedtime is by 10.30pm or I’m a zombie at 6am), or tshirt fabric…


    Two very scary words

    As parents of two under 5, and a ridiculous mortgage in Auckland, going out without the kids is somewhat non existent. Yes, we try n go out once in a while alone but at this stage, for us, we both prefer to do things with the kids. Parks, sightseeing, travelling; it’s all kids based. We figure we might as well make some great memories before they’re both teenagers and want to hang out with their friends rather than us oldies 🙂 Plus there’s always something to do, or someone sick, when you have kids. So over the last 4ish years, we’ve become slightly hermit-ish. Especially in those pregnancy months cos…