I cannot even think about it

I have to fetch all of Shanie's stuff from the yard. I cannot do it. Not ready. Not now. Please can this just go away.

I really should phone the owner at least. I am such an ostrich

Please turn the noise down

Too much too soon too little time

My little boy has just turned three. He got a scateboard cake. He loves barking at the scateboarders going up and down the road. Yes, I am talking about E, running around in the nude, barking at all the kids in the neighbourhood.

Apart from barking incessantly, he also talks a hundred words a minute. In a mixture of English, Afrikaans, Sotho and something I think must be Klingon. And he is obsessed with cars, helicopters and superman/batman/spiderman. How did that happen? I tried to raise a gender neutral child...sounds so very correct when you read about it. Impossible in our house. And him and his life long little friend had a boxing match the night of his birthday, and he was the clear victor, to my horror. He should be hugging trees and be spending his time in meditation.

His number one toy is his penis, followed by an assortment of matchbox cars, marbles, feathers and dried life forms. He brags about his bodily functions but will not allow anyone in the bathroom when he has to potty. His love of water has left me with adrenalin pumping hundred miles a minute through my veins, dripping wet with a coughing baby in my arms, three times in as many years. Now he is going for swimming lessons and loves diving into the pool - looking all grown up as he holds his arms straight out in front of his face before doing these amazing belly flops.

He is convinced that pigs can fly and who am I to argue differently?

Dump Trucks are for Dumping

E has been toilet trained for more than a month now, both night and day. No problems, he goes by himself and sorts everything out. He even went once in a public facility two weeks ago. That was a huge breakthrough for us.

Until yesterday, when he decided that his dump truck is, you know, there for dumping. He thinks it is very funny and I am trying to not make an issue out of it. Maybe I should move the potty to his bedroom and the truck to the loo?

Darling Move Up

your pillow is over theeerre

This coming from my almost three year old, at five in the morning. He has this habit of waking early to come snuggle with mom and dad. I don't mind cuddling with the little boy body. Just sometimes it gets to me. Especially if he wriggles a lot, like this morning. Then I tend to migrate to the bottom of our king sized bed. Which is where a concerned little face found me and very gently guided me back to the wrestling zone.

Canned and Ready for Mass Consumption

I must admit, I fantasize a lot. Fantasy and reality intermingled to present what I experience as life, my life. Sometimes it works.

With these photos it did not work, instead I managed to capture the cagedness of life. It all started as a wish for the smell of Africa. Moist dark soil, grass seeds and open sun burned spaces. It ended as a faux safari, complete with Asian tourists and American volunteers.

The true king of the African savannah. Despite his environment, no one can question his regal bearing.







The agitation of this male lion was obvious for every one that bothered to care. How is it possible then that some tourists could open their windows and wave at him to get his attention? No wonder foreigners get eaten in SA, they do not read the signs. Or maybe they just do not understand english?









Some quality cuddle time spend with the family, never mind all the gawking cars trying to get a shot of these big cats. Our visit to the lion park left me feeling empty. A bitter taste in my mouth when I looked at these photos. What are we doing to ourselves and our world?