E - Vida

What was I thinking, using this blog as a platform to launch ambitious ideas like 'bake days', 'up to date journals', 'exercise programmes' and 'read-a-thons' and unintentionally make it seem as if this author runs like a well-oiled machine...when, upon closer inspection, you'll discover that on days much like today, I'm lucky to have made it out the house with matching socks and my hair slightly brushed. #thatsthetruth I started Jorja's journal as soon as I discovered that we were expecting. How's that for planning ahead?! I remember leaning over my protruding belly for days on end, copying my scribbled love letters to my unborn child into a slightly more civil format. I wanted her to know what was happening before she could read it for herself... When the news of Ethan's pending arrival broke, all I could find was a notebook meant for poems ( dare I say, another neglected line item on the list ) ... and so, Ethan's journal

This Easter, we branded all of the treats that we exchanged with a simple picture. In the first of many efforts, we are on a mission to clarify some things around this season for our children and loved ones: 1. Easter Sunday is a celebration of Jesus' power over His crucifixion death on Good Friday and His ultimate authority over sin because of God's unconditional love for us. 2. Easter Sunday is not about the consumption of chocolates. 3. Easter should be celebrated with as much boldness and attention to detail as Christmas...if not more! A few weeks ago, fresh out of the Colour Conference hosted by Hillsong, Aunty Ilana held an impromptu shoot with young Jorja and Jude - our 2009 treasures. Turns out that these two can just pick up where they left off every time we get together, further dissing my and Noleen's dismal efforts as Mums and official play-date co-ordinators, to keep in regular contact! This year we'll be 5! Complete with gang signs...

Play date  or  playdate  is an expression primarily used in the US for an arranged appointment for children to get together for a few hours to  play . [1]  - Wikipedia Despite Cycle Tour silly season being over, I still find myself quite busy from nine-to-five, and  the family has to be on standby for any last minute babysitting requests. While we are thankful to all the Moms, Dads, Aunts and Sisters, this arrangement has worked out especially well for little Zac! We're able to use it as a trade exchange!! We thoroughly enjoyed having him over last weekend while his folks went off to the rugby. I would only replace the word 'play' in the definition above with: eat, sleep, splash, dig, climb, screech, dive, roll, clap, swing, submerge and ...to give us all a better understanding of what really happens on our type of play date -   The fuelling The fun: The family portrait: The fading   Forget it - I'm finished!  What a treat t

In Grade 6, I took part in my first (and probably last) ever spelling bee. I remember travelling, by myself, to previously unknown parts of the Blue Route Mall in Tokai: up a flight of stairs to a white walled room with lots of chairs, not as many people and long table at the front of the room. The competition itself was a blur - but yesterday it all came flooding back as we travelled home in the car and Jorja sat behind my seat saying, "Spell hospital " "Spell  boat " "Spell xylophone " "Spell  animal " "Spell  computer " and then again "Spell  hospital " "Spell  boat " "Spell  xylophone " "Spell  animal " "Spell  computer " ...man! If those were the words in that competition 17 years ago, I would've been the Spelling Queen Bee! Admittedly, when she started going for the 3rd round of the same words, I was beginning to doubt the co