Those that follow me on twitter know about our Sunday night performance…
Check out our tale of woe here…
My dads folks…
My dads parents were married during the second world war. They had known each other since my grandmother was 2 and my grandfather was 5. He was best friends with her older brother and she tagged along with them wherever they went. Somewhere along the line they fell in love and remained in love their whole lives. My grandfather passed away last year.
The story of their marriage is incredibly romantic. He was stationed in Egypt and sent her a telegram saying that he was getting leave in a few weeks time. They decided it would be the perfect time to be married. My grandmother spent those few weeks organising everything. A rabbi, food (they were on rations at the time and all the ladies in the building that my grandmother lived clubbed together their food vouchers so that she would have a wedding feast), a dress and so on…
When my grandfather’s ship arrived in Durban they wouldn’t let it dock (something about influenza or some such), eventually he was allowed on shore and made his way up to Johannesburg, just in time for his wedding.
They didn’t have a photographer so on their 1st wedding anniversary they had ‘wedding’ photos taken.
This is my favourite picture of them.
Blogging Chicks Unite!
I have met a few of the women whose blogs I read and tomorrow I get to meet up with them as well as with a lot of other fabulous women.
We are meeting at Farenheit Grill in Edenvale at 2pm, come along and say hi!
I cant wait to see and meet all these fabulous ladies…
Before I was here…
Ha, I remembered today that I had a blog with Vox some time ago.
I started it in September 2006. There were only a few posts. The last one is announcing our pregnancy. I think I stopped blogging there because I started blogging on The Diary of Sprout Paul set up for our pregnancy. I think we stopped blogging there because having a real live baby was h-e-c-t-i-c.
Im so glad I started this blog, Im really enjoying it.
*sad face*
This month is a bust…
Going to get my next pack of Clomid after work and the waiting begins again…
Bent…
I read this post by LauraKim and the first thing I thought was ‘ No way! She has funny fingers too!’
I have what we affectionately call “Hoffmann” fingers after my fathers family who mostly all have them in varying degrees of crookedness. My father and his father both had them, my brother Cliff has them too but my brother Matt doesn’t. Aaron doesn’t have them either.
My baby fingers are bent inwards at the tips and have been known to freak out young children on occasion. I also have crooked pointer fingers but they are not as bad.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure, my baby fingers!
What?
Arrgghhh! I wish my body would make up its mind…
I am about 12dpo and the last few days I have been exhausted and I have been smelling things. Namely my own BO…
Even just after a bath at night, its been so bad that I had to put deo on! Who does that? I also smelt old dog wee in the lounge, my dogs havent weed in there for ages, not since we moved in three years ago!
Then this morning I see spotting, not alot but enough to have me thinking my period is on the way…
I just wish that it would make up its mind, either don’t spot or bring on the flow but this in-between crap is pissing me off.
(I did pee on a stick yesterday morning and it was negative but it might have been too early…)
Does a rose by any other name really smell as sweet?
I have been thinking lately about how and why we chose to name Aaron, well, Aaron…
Here are my thoughts.
Today was awesome!
This morning we took Aaron to shul.
It was Simchas Torah and the atmosphere in shul was relaxed and joyous. My grandfather was given a very big honour by being called up to the Torah to read the first part of the beginning of the Torah. He has been a lifelong member of the shul and to be honoured in this way is a big deal, so we wanted to be there for him.
Aaron had a great time, he moved between sitting with mama upstairs to sitting with daddy downstairs and sitting with his Banga (my grandfather and the story of the name we call him is for another post). He played soccer outside with the big boys, got an ice-cream, played on the jungle gym, watched the men dance with the Torahs in shul, danced with mama and daddy out on the road, ate chips, drank juice, kissed the Torah and generally had a great day.
We spent the afternoon with a friend of ours, Shirley, and made toasted cheese and tomato saamies and played with Aaron. She stayed and helped bath Aaron and when it was time to go home Aaron would not let her go! He had so much fun playing with his Aunty Shirl.
Now Paul is putting him to sleep and we are getting ready to watch some TV.
What a great end to the weekend!
Why limit the funny to Wednesdays…
Borrowed from the hysterically funny Mel!