With Aaron going to play school next year and becoming more of a social kid, teaching about sharing and caring is becoming a must.
Check out my article on the Jozikids blog all about sharing and caring.
Funny Funny Funny
Do you enjoy a good belly laugh?
Do you enjoy hanging out with friends?
Do you enjoy good eats and drinks?
If you answered yes to any or all of the above then join us at BLIKSEM! A evening of friends, eats, drinks and belly laughs provided by the hysterically funny Mark Banks!
100!
This is my 100th post!
(previously I said 200 posts but I was a little over eager and its actually only 100 but I do have 200 comments!!!)
I thought I would do a little flashback episode…
I started this blog on 31 March 2009 with this post..
I have blogged about my son. Here, here and here…
About my family. Here, here, here and here…
About bad and good customer service.
About what I do and where I volunteer.
About friends and funny stories.
And so much more.
Thank you dear readers for joining me on my journey!
Old Wives Tales
A few days ago I mentioned that Angel is running a competition on her blog.
Here is my contribution…
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There are a few old wives tales I came across in my pregnancy with Aaron, the following two always stuck with me because in my case they turned out to be (mostly) true.
Heartburn means the baby has a lot of hair.
I had heartburn so badly I had to be medicated in my last trimester. The one day I didnt take the stuff I wanted to die the heartburn was so bad. I did a Google search on “heartburn in pregnancy” and amongst the medical pages were a few pages telling me that my child will have lots and lots of hair.
According to our doctor you could actually see the hair on the ultrasounds.
When Aaron was born he didn’t have masses of hair but he wasn’t bald, so maybe, just maybe this old wives take is true. Then again I know a lot of pregnant women who had hectic heartburn and had beautiful bald babies.
If the Linea Nigra* extends above the belly button then the baby is a boy.
I developed a little dark line very early on in my pregnancy, it reached to just below my belly button. By the time we were 16 weeks along the line had stretched up above my belly button and ended just below my sternum.
According to the Old Wives I was having a boy. For me they got it right.
* Another Old Wives Tale or Myth concerning the Linea Nigra is that the line itself serves as a ‘runway’ for baby.
Basically they say that once the baby is born it will be able to ‘crawl’ up its mother, following the line until it reaches the breasts. This is also supposedly why the nipples are enlarged and the aureoles are darker, to make it easier for baby to find them. This is all apparently a remnent of our time spent living in caves and discovering fire.
Im not too sure how much of this is fact but I cant really see a new born managing to move all that way. Maybe I’m wrong. If anyone know more about it please let us know.
Its on Top…
Granny Ruby
The other day I posted a photo of my dads parents, Sydney and Ruby.
Today I took Aaron to go and visit his Great Granny Ruby and he had so much fun watering her beautiful garden.
Here are some shots I took…
I got that T-shirt from PnP yesterday, the bones glow in the dark!!
Its here! Its here!
Finally!
My Springleap Tee is here!
It took a while and there were a few hiccups but IT. IS. HERE!!!
I got the shirt as a trade with Telana at OneMatchStick and Paul ordered one too.
Round 2. Ding Ding Ding!
Today was the last tablet of Clomid – round 2.
Cross all those bits for me please!
Who wants to enter a competition???
Little old ladies are dangerous…
Today I almost got taken out by a little old lady.
I went to the chemist to collect a script; I had called ahead so that I could pick it up from the counter without having to stand in a massive queue. When I got there a gentleman was being attended to by the chemist on duty, he informed the chemist that his surname started with ‘B’ and the chemist turned around and took out two huge drawers full of scripts waiting to be collected, this was going to take awhile.
After about seven or eight minutes of waiting I spotted the nurse and moved to the left hand side of Mr ‘B’ to chat to her. After a minute I moved back to the right hand side of Mr ‘B’. As I got there a Little Old Lady walked up. Now, I can see she thinks she is ahead of me but I say nothing. She is now inching in towards me, one step at a time.
The chemist finishes with Mr ‘B’, he looks up and before he can even say “Can I help you?” she jumps in front of me, turns around, looks me in the face and says that she was here first. I told her that no, I was, that I had been standing on the other side of Mr ’B’ but that I would be nice and let her go first.
She was glaring and possibly even hissing a little at my explanation. I’m pretty sure she would have got physical with me had I not let her go first.
Mean while, another little old lady pushes in and shouts at us and the chemist that she is on crutches so she will go first. Oh boy! Little Old Lady almost decked her. At least it took her attention off me for a while.
The chemist has by now helped Crutches Lady and turns back to us at which point Little Old Lady tells him that she doesn’t need to pick up any medication but that someone left a file for her at the counter…
WTF!
Off trundles the chemist and I am left waiting for someone to help me. Another chemist is putting scripts into the draws so I grab her and ask her to help me. In the time it took the first chemist to go to the back and try and find the file (that wasn’t even there) I got my meds, signed for them and was happily on my way to the tills.
Silly old bat…