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April 1, 2015 at 1:04 pm

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It was seven years ago, yesterday.  I fell in love with the girl I call Pudding.  In those seven years, she has stretched my heart, and it keeps on growing.  I’m short on time these days, sorry dear Reader.  But I won’t rhapsodize about her any longer.  Instead, I’d like to share with you what came home from school yesterday.

Pudding’s school has the most perfect tradition of paying compliments on birthdays.  Here is what her class had to say about her.  If this doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will.  These guys are first graders (and teachers) in a classroom made extra special by inclusion.  Some written by the kids themselves, others with a little help.

  • You have beautiful eyes and a lovely smile.  You are a smart, friendly and kind hearted girl.  -F
  • You have nice shoes and a nice heart. -J
  • You have nice hair and eyes and you are kind.  -T
  • You have a Nas Wor Heart. -R
  • I like your eays. -N
  • I think your a friendly girl. -C
  • I Like yuor eis. -L
  • I like yuor clods. -C
  • I love evreefeg. -L
  • I love your hrart. -K
  • You are a kind frind. -S
  • You are my Best Best Frend. -C
  • I like your eyes and your brain. -F
  • I like your drawings. -R
  • You are nice and have a kind heart. -I
  • I like the way how you are. -D
  • I love you as a a friend. -R
  • I like the way you draw. -B
  • You have a worm hart. -K
  • You are such a beautiful and kind girl, I love the way you draw, write and sing. -Ms. S.
  • You are a special and kind girl.  I love learning from you.  I love your beautiful smile. -Ms. A

Happy birthday, to my girl.  Thank you for being everything they say about you, and so much more. 

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December 5, 2013 at 7:14 pm

I don’t look a day over thirty-five

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Today, is my birthday.

Yesterday we were hanging around the mall, waiting to meet up with a friend who was arriving at the adjoining train station.  We ducked into a shop that sells grooming products as Spectrummy Daddy needed something for his shave.  While in there, I saw some expensive-looking face masks.  Normally I wouldn’t consider spending so much, but my skin was very dry after a cold, and could have probably used a little extra moisture.  Before I had a chance to pick it up, a sales assistant pounced on me.

“You’re skin is beautiful!”

Is it, really?  I’m no stranger to this type of a pitch- they do it all over the world.  In a hair salon, the stylist will tell me they love the thickness of my hair, then proceed to tell me the colour is drab and I need highlights.  Or my natural colour is gorgeous- and no grey!- but it is in terrible condition and I need to buy their special treatment.

Only, I don’t.  I choose to cut my own hair at home instead- it isn’t like I have the time to spend in a salon anyway.

And yes, within minutes, the lady is applying a gel that costs R800 to “even out my skin tone”.  That isn’t enough, and she moves on to the dark circles under my eyes.  She is talking anti-oxidants and free radicals.  The benefits of rooibos (but not drinking it!) and how I shouldn’t put chemicals on my skin as it ages.

My skin is stinging and shining as this special formula only available in London or Paris (wait, where am I?) seeps into my pores.  Which are too large, there is another product for that.  So I’m not really listening, I’m just waiting for her to stop so I can get out of there and wipe the stuff off.

I should be vulnerable to this.  My feelings should be smarting just as much as my epidermis.

I should be reflecting that I’m about to turn another year older- no spring chicken any more.  I should be thinking that the last time I saw my friend was in Luxembourg, when Pudding was five days old and we were just out of hospital.  I remember my friend saying I looked great- you couldn’t tell I’d just had a baby, and I mumbled something in return about being sleep-deprived.  Hah!  Pudding slept better as a newborn than she has in the six subsequent years!  If I thought I was tired then, what am I now?  If I didn’t feel my skin looked fresh then, in my twenties, how does that compare to now?.

But I’m not.

I just really don’t care, and it is truly liberating!  Maybe my skin is a little dry.  Maybe my hair could use a trim.  But really I’m okay with how I am.  With who I am.  It has taken 35 years on this planet to get really comfortable in my own skin.

No sale for this lady- I don’t even bother with the face mask I would have bought had she not told me how ugly I am!  Instead we head to the bathrooms and wipe the gunk off my face.

We head outside and I embrace my friend, and we marvel at how long it has been…at how much has happened since we last met.  Does it show in my face?  Maybe…but I wouldn’t change a thing! 

Once upon a time I needed a cosmetic fix.  These days I realize I was never broken.  That might be the best birthday present I’ve ever given myself.

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May 2, 2013 at 8:27 am

Wordless Wednesday 27 Mar 13

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Happy Birthday Cubby!

Happy Birthday Cubby!

 

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March 27, 2013 at 5:02 pm

Happy Birthday, Pudding!

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Pudding’s birthday was on Tuesday, so we had her party on Sunday at an outdoor venue, so Sunday was the coldest and rainiest summer day I’ve known in Johannesburg.  Her friends still came, and they frolicked in the mud, but we were missing the bouncy castle and water slide action we’d been hoping for.

Of course, her actual birthday was typically gorgeous and sunny, and we celebrated that indoors in two different classrooms.

The first stop was Pudding’s kindergarten.  I’d found a book for Pudding’s birthday that had a female character with the same name.  Given that all female characters become Pudding, I knew she’d love it. The story was sweet and tied in with some themes they’d already done at school.  I was looking forward to reading it.

But before that, they performed the sweetest ceremony.  They sat in a circle with Pudding in the middle in her birthday hat.  The each child took it in turns to pay her a compliment.  I just about melted, as I listened to boys and girls only 5 or 6 themselves tell Pudding she had beautiful eyes, or they liked the way she made them laugh, or wears HelloKitty clothes all the time.  I think all of us could use a compliments circle from time to time.

After story time we ate Hello Kitty cupcakes.  Then I watched Pudding watch the other kids dance, get coaxed into a dance by her teacher, then decide to dance along with the other kids.  If that doesn’t sum up inclusion in the classroom, I don’t know what does!

Next I collected Cubby from school, and the three of us went to Pudding’s therapy centre to celebrate there, with yet more Hello Kitty cupcakes and lollipops for the GFCF crowd.  I loved handing out sweet stuff for free for little ones who normally have to work for it in therapy.

We were never going to let the weather ruin her birthday, but I hope it treats us better next year.  After all, it will be the last one for her in South Africa.  I find that even harder to believe than the fact my baby is already six years old!

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December 7, 2012 at 3:19 pm

Bye, bye, balloon

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IMG_2806We’d gone to the mall to get balloons for Pudding’s party.  Spectrummy Daddy had another chore to do, so we divided the kids with the aim of meeting back at the balloon shop.  That was Spectrummy Daddy’s first mistake, because with no voice of reason, I happily purchased 28 helium balloons.  You read that right- 28 helium balloons.  And just one car, with four passengers.  I never was good at maths.

But before he got back with the sensible question of how we were going to get them home (I voted for Up style to float our car home), Pudding had

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spied a big Hello Kitty balloon, which just so happened to be wearing the same outfit as the Hello Kitty on her outfit.  With nobody to tell me otherwise, I knew it was meant to be.  I tied it to her Hello Kitty bag so it wouldn’t get lost on the way back to the car.

Spectrummy Daddy and Cubby returned after it was too late to do anything about the number of balloons.  There were so many that I got bored waiting for them to be filled, so I offered to take the kids back to the car while he waited for them.

Which also meant that he was the one who got to look like a clown as he walked through the mall.

We got to the car, I unlocked it and opened the trunk (boot).  Pudding deliberated putting her Hello Kitty in the front, and then I suppose decided that keeping it in the trunk/boot was a safer option, so she carefully laid it down in the trunk.

As I went to help, the car key in my hand stabbed Hello Kitty in the back of the head.  There was a loud pop, then we watched Hello Kitty fold into herself.  Laid out like that, it looked like a corpse in the car, taken out hitman style.  I imagine.

But Pudding didn’t go into hysterics- just calmly told me that we had to fix it.  She’ll make an awesome gangland boss one day.

If Spectrummy Daddy disliked carrying the balloons through the mall, he even less enjoyed trying to stuff 28 helium balloons into our sedan.  We all squashed in, and there was barely room to breathe, which was just as well because you know our voices would have come out like Mickey Mouse.  At least if we’d had an accident, there’d have been extra air bags.

Cubby, ever the master of understatement, pointed out that we had a balloon car now.

Later that day, I’d done my best to salvage the balloon with tape.  Cubby was sleeping, so I offered to stay at home while Spectrummy Daddy went to try a refill of helium.  Of course, it didn’t work.  I’d done far too good a job on my hit.

Spectrummy Daddy knew he couldn’t return home without it, so he tried to buy another.  But that was the last one of that kind.  They only had, of course, an EVEN BIGGER ONE.  So big, it has to have special weights put into the feet!

There was nothing he could do but buy it.  This massive Hello Kitty, bigger even than Pudding, who was the World’s Tallest 5 Year-Old, and hasn’t shrunk since turning six.

He had to walk all the way through the mall looking like Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, and feeling dodgy thanks to the trail of little girls who were suddenly trailing him.  It was, I’m told, worse than 28 balloons.

But he got home, and it was worth it.  This balloon is so big it ‘walks’ of its own accord.  We have to keep it in the safe haven so it can’t set off our alarm.

But big is beautiful- just ask the newest Tallest Six Year-Old On The Planet!

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December 6, 2012 at 4:13 pm

Wordless Wednesday 05 Dec 12

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December 5, 2012 at 6:03 am