Three weeks to go…

Three weeks.  Thats all the time we have left here before we start our new adventure.

The house is packed and the boxes have been taken to the container.  The keys have been handed over to the new owners.

Im officially on leave until month end and then I am unemployed (first time since I was 16!!).

We sold my little Tazz a few weeks ago and now that my mom is back from Israel she is using her car so I am carless too.  In the afternoons I can use her car if she doesn’t have anywhere to be.

I feel the need to be doing something.  Lazing around at home is so alien to me.  Especially since everyone else in the house is either at school or working.  So strange.

Paul is working from his office until the end of the week and then he will be working from ‘home’.

The kids have two weeks left of school and then a week of holiday school.

Extra murals are all winding down.

Aaron has been sick and is on antibiotics at the moment.  I really hope he is feeling better soon.

Faith is very clingy and wont let me even go upstairs without her.  A smidge of separation anxiety which is completely normal.  She never got chicken pox and according to the GP if she doesn’t have it by now the chances of her getting it are slim.

20 more sleeps!!

My children deserve a medal. Or ice cream. Or both!

This move has been stressful.  Any move is, but packing up an entire house and sending it on a ship to a house you have never seen is super stressful.

And thats a 35 year old grown up that is finding it stressful.  I can only imagine how daunting and overwhelming this must be for a 7 year old and a 4 year old.

My children though, have taken everything in stride.  A few small wobbles, a bit of separation anxiety but mainly they have been super stars!

Both children helped sort out their toys.  What toys were broken and needed to be thrown away, what toys could be given to charity and what toys were being sent to Israel.  There were no tears, no tantrums, just acceptance that they were not taking everything with.  They both made a concerted effort to ‘save’ toys for charity.  When I asked them to each choose 3 fluffy toys, they did so with no arguing.  The rest they made sure that I sent to a charity with children that would love the soft toys like they did.

They have taken to living in my moms house as if it were their own.  They are kind and courteous to my moms elderly domestic worker (She raised me from newborn!) and say please and thank you and help clear off the table and make their beds.  They carry laundry upstairs for her and give her hugs and kisses whenever they see her.

Every single day these children amaze me in their ability to adapt and to take things in stride.  I expect a few more wobbles along the way and we will deal with those as they occur but my kids have made me the proudest mom in the last few weeks.

#OperationIsrael Countdown

  • 1 day left of owning my Tazz
  • 3 days left of work (including today)
  • 7 days until the movers arrive to pack our things
  • 11 days until we hand over the keys to our house to the new owners
  • 22 days left of school
  • 33 sleeps until we get on the plane


The Pox

We reached a childhood milestone this last week.

Aaron was miserable and moany for a few days.  He woke up covered in spots. Chicken Pox!


Poor kid is covered. Everywhere. He is achy and moany and miserable and sore.

Now we wait to see if Faith gets it…


A little bit of Jozi!

Walking in Rosebank Mall the other day I came across {I Was Shot in Joburg}. This amazing initiative provides a platform for  youth at risk to learn new skills and generate income.

They also make the most amazing art!

I fell in love with the pillows made from veld and sporting some Jozi slang.

I knew I would be making my way back to the stall to buy some cushions for our Israeli couch!



You can find ‘I Was Shot in Joburg’ at Rosebank Mall and Arts on Main where they have a permanent gallery.

*I was not paid to write this post, I just adore the concept and the products!

Miracles are real!

Last night a miracle happened.  Its not my miracle and not my story to share but it made me think of the miracles I have personally experienced.

The time we were held up in our house and they pulled out all the landlines and stole all the cell phones except my crappy Alcatel with 1 bar of battery. And that bar was enough to call 10111 and they came and rescued us.

The time they broke into my mom’s house and threatened her at gunpoint and my brother was there and his training kicked in and he kicked scum-bag arse without anyone getting hurt (except the scum-bags)!

The time I took a different route home ‘just because’ and missed a huge accident on my regular route.

They do happen. All the time.  Sometimes they are small and you don’t realise they happened until much later and sometimes they are big and in your face.

I believe in miracles.  I believe in guardian angels.  I believe!


Your favourite things – Aaron

TV programme:  Star Wars.
iPhone App: You enjoy watching videos on YouTube.
Meal:  Pizza.
Fruit:  Bananas.
Vegetable:  You dont particularly like veggies.
Breakfast:  Coco Pops.
Drink:  Cream Soda.
Toy:  Your old iPhone with games on it.
You love: Karate.

Aaron 2

Something that happened yesterday:

You are on school holidays and you had a friend come over to play.  You guys did exercises like burpees and jumping jacks.

Your favourite things – Faith

TV programme:  Anything Superman!
iPhone App:  You love taking pictures and videos on my phone. You also love the Toca Boca apps on the iPad.
Meal:  Spaghetti and mince.
Fruit:  Bananas.
Vegetable:  Sweetcorn and peas.
Breakfast:  Coco Pops.
Drink:  Cream Soda.
Toy:  You love your superman figurine.
You love:  Joshy. You guys are getting married and having 5 children and going to live in the mountains.

 faith 2
Something that happened yesterday:

Joshy came to play at your house.  It was the BEST DAY EVER!

#LoveChange and a chance to WIN!

*Please note this is a sponsored post.  The story is my own.

The {Change Exchange} is an initiative of {BrightRock} Life Insurance.  A collection of YOUR stories about the big changes that take place in your life.  What are those changes? How to deal with them. How to make the most out of them.

As you know, we are going through a HUGE change at the moment.  Moving to a whole new country is perhaps one of the biggest changes you can make.

From {selling our house} to deciding what to take with us to making the decision to find a new home for our fur-babies. Change, change, change.

The one thing I haven’t spoken about yet is the fact that we will be leaving both our moms behind.

Both our moms are very supportive of our move.  They know we are doing what is best for our family.  They are both heartbroken that we are leaving.  Thank heavens for social media, for Skype, for Whatsapp and for the fact that at worst, Israel is only an hour ahead of South Africa.

My kids are sad to be leaving their Bobba and Nana behind but are excited to see them on Skype and are already making plans for them to come and visit us (I have been informed that we need to buy a pull out bed/couch for them).

I am going to miss them very much.  Im going to miss the support that they give us, taking the kids for an hour or two on the weekend so I can shop in peace or having them overnight so Paul and I can have some time to ourselves.  At least I will still be able to speak to them every day and send messages all day too.  Hopefully we can convince them to come to Israel when they retire ;)

I want to tag {Fawn} from {Deer Delights} to share her #LoveChange story.  If you dont know, I met Fawn at her #ChariTea event on Woman’s Day.  The event was in aid of {The South African Organ Donor Foundation}, a charity very close to Fawn’s heart (or lungs as the case may be), as she is an organ donor recipient!

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#LoveChange entries close 31 October 2014. T’s & C’s apply.

Why we are not taking our dogs to Israel

Its heartbreaking.  They are our babies.  They have been with us for 9 years.

There are many reasons we are going to Israel.  Its our home.  The children will have an amazing life there, freedom like we had when we were children.  I have family there.  There are a few reasons that are private.

Even though the life we will have in Israel is better for us and for our children, it will not be better for our dogs.

Right now, we live in an average size, three bedroom house with a medium size garden.  Our front gate has a panel cut out and the dogs can run between the inside and the outside at their leisure.  They are also hardly ever alone, as our housekeeper is there during the day when we are at work and the kids are at school.

In Israel we will be living in a 2 bedroom flat/apartment, on the 2nd floor with no garden.  There will be no housekeeper.  Both Paul and I will be working full time (working hours are very different there too) and the children will be at school for most of the day.

How can I leave three active dogs locked up in an apartment all day?  If I was guaranteed a work from home job then maybe it could work.  I could take them out three or four times a day to run and play and do their business.  But that is not a guarantee.

This is a decision that was not made lightly.  We love our babies.  They are such special animals.  They are definitely not replaceable objects like a fridge or a bed.

They are living, breathing, creatures and THAT is why we made the decision not to take them with us.  They deserve better.  They deserve a home with a garden to run in and to be around people during the day.  They deserve to keep the freedom they have always known, they deserve to be pampered all day and have someone to play with them.  They deserve to be able to lie in the sun on their favourite patch of sand or come inside and climb on the couch and veg.

Do I feel like an awful mommy for not taking them with us? YES! Am I going to cry and sob like a baby when its time to give them to their new mommy and daddy. YES! Do I feel like I am doing the right thing for them? Absolutely!

I contacted {Dachshund Rescue South Africa} and the wonderful ladies there are helping us to find my babies a new home.  They have been amazing.  No judgement at all, just a solid presence helping us find them a new home.


If you know of anyone who would be able to give our babies a loving, comfortable forever home, or can help out any of the other precious babies looking for homes, please contact Sanmarie on  You can also volunteer to be a foster parent while forever homes are being found for all these babies.  Alternatively you can make a donation to DRSA (registered non-profit):

Dachshund Rescue South Africa
FNB Clearwater 
Account 62418285757
Branch code: 251141

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