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I have moved home. You can now find The Jackson Files here. I kind of popped over cos I wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and so far I'm digging wordpress.Will post later.Byeeeeeeeeee.

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There's a lot of me that I recognise in Jackson: his big eyes, his mouth, his white gappy teeth, his bi-polar ability to go from happiest-person-in-the-whole-GODDAMN-world to i-hate-you-and-you-and-you-and-you-and-ESPECIALLY-you in 10 seconds flat, the laziness that ensures that his main ambition in life is to sit and watch TV all day, his sense of fun, his sense of humour...ah fuck it, I think

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There was a time, in my not too distant past, when I would have spent Saturday at the pub.I would have watched the rugby with my loud and raucous friends, and with the help of a pint of beer (or seven).When it was over, we would have drowned our sorrows with another couple of pints and then decide that it was EXACTLY the right time to go out for the night.We would have gone to a bar, then

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It may come as a HUGE surprise to all of you, but sometimes I really, really, REALLY piss Jackson off.Whenever I have annoyed him in the past, he usually just cries and shouts "NAUGHTY MOMMY" at me (and I have his Godmama Henri to thank for introducing him to that phrase) but recently he has developed a more cutting and cruel verbal response.Now, through his tears of frustration, he shouts in his

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A dear friend of mine gave me her son's old jbug bike. The idea is that somehow it is so brilliant and fantastic for a child's bike balance, that by the time they get to one with actual pedals, they know how to ride it without ever having the trauma of having to learn. (Man, that explanation zzzzzz. Sorry.)Anyway, to say that Jackson loves this bike is the understatement of the millennium. He

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Yesterday I went to pick Jackson up from school and I was getting my usual hello cuddle and kiss on the lips, when some little punk said to us in an evil voice: "are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"Jackson didn't get the meaning of the sentence, but he TOTALLY got the teasing tone and so he didn't want to kiss me again after that. And SMASH went my mommy heart.I am beyond furious with that

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Yay South Africa. Ha ha sorry for you, you Lions. Man, what a rocking sporting weekend. I always said that I was going to take my son far, far away for the duration of the FIFA World Cup, but not any more. I'm totally into it all now. We sat in the thick of the Lions fans on Saturday, I was bleak for the most part seeing as I followed the Springboks around the UK and Europe for seven years and

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I cannot write about how happy I am ANY MORE. I am even boring myself. Sorry.Woza weekend. TGIF. Party on down. And all that.These were taken a year ago. I am VERY pleased to say that that R500 (yes you read right: R500) rugby jersey STILL fits him. And he will be wearing it again on Saturday. And this time next year. And probably the year after that too.

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I am pretty certain that I have been tagged a number of times to do one of those 10/13/1,000,000,000 random things about me memes.I'm not sure why I've never done them before - maybe because despite blogging publicly there are still some things I would like to try and keep private. But not today. Today you are in luck because today I am in the mood for some inappropriate over sharing. Although is

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Jackson's favourite word is still NO. I thought I would count for you exactly how many times he said no yesterday, but then I got on with living my life instead.He also creeps into my bed pretty much every night, kinda without me noticing to be honest. It's real cold, you know, and it's nice to have a small warm cuddly, snuggly thing in the crook of your arm, making you unconsciously release

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As a rule, I'm not one to feel particularly remorseful about stuff, nor am I one to buy into that whole I-need-to-change-my-life thing either.But after this weekend, I feel remorseful and I-SO-need-to-change-my-life.And it being Monday and all, I started today.God, I sound all secretive and obtuse but it's not that, promise. You'll all get to know eventually. On a need-to-know basis.In other news

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Or something like that.Wrestle from Rebecca Humphry on Vimeo.

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WeddingSo on Monday night Dave and I were watching Grey's Anatomy, and it's the wedding scene, right, and it's all awesome and sweet and then Dave casually mentions that he'd like a big wedding.Now before I continue, I would like to highlight two things:1. I have NEVER wanted a big wedding, and 2. HE DID NOT SAY THAT HE WANTED A BIG WEDDING WITH ME. IN FACT, NO MENTION OF ME WAS MADE AT

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Hi there cousin Matthew, what would you like to be when you grow up?Cousin Matthew: I want to play rugby for South Africa, soccer for South Africa, cricket for South Africa. Um.......and golf for South Africa.And hi there cousin Lily. What would you like to do when you grow up?Cousin Lily: I'd like to fly a rocket to the moon.Awwwwwww...I love them.

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Jackson and I were lying in the garden yesterday morning, just kind of looking at the sky and the clouds when Jackson started to give me an anatomy lesson."This is Jackson's eye" - pointing to his eye."This is Jackson's nose" - pointing to his nose."This is Jackson's arm" - pointing to his arm."This is Jackson's elbow" - pointing to his elbow. "This is Jackson's tummy" - pointing to his tummy."

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Jackson takes his duties as a superhero VERY seriously, as you can see.[Thanks Nana for the picture]

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On Friday night I made mojitos (delicious) which I decorated with little cocktail umbrellas.Jackson has now decided that he NEEDS to have an umbrella in his his chocolate milk. But only a blue one. You know...just in case anyone thought he was girly or something.

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This morning my beloved son, light of my life/apple of my eye/person I treasure most in all the world, said to me the words that all mothers of early-rising toddlers LONG to hear..."Mommy, don't want to get up, want to go back to bed."I nearly wept with happiness.He also said: "don't want to go to school", but that's not unusual, he says that every day.However, because he has a bit of a cough and

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awwwwww, Jackson, you are my joy.

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There is this story that I read to Jackson called A Squash and a Squeeze which is about this moany old lady who complains to a wise old man about her house being too small. So he tells her to bring in the cow, pig, hen, duck etc to share her house with her and she's all "omg, now my house is SUPER small, you are not a wise but a STUPID old man." So then he tells her to take the cow, pig, hen and

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Had a few people email me to ask me where I am....awwwwwwww....miss you too guys (want to write GUISE, not sure why.)Anyway...am having grown up fun in Cape Town. And by grown up fun I mean NOT GOING TO THE TWO OCEANS AQUARIUM. And drinking a lot of cocktails.It's raining a bit, but I don't care. Am driving a really shitty hire car, but don't really care about that either. Loads of drunken street

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The pinnacle of two-year-old humour.Jackson: Ou MacDonald had a POO, eeeiiieeeyyyoooooooo, and on that POO he had a POOOOOO, eeeeeeeeiiiieeeeeyyyyyyoooooo.Cue 30 seconds of uncontrollable laughter. *cue snort and snigger from mommy*

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...that you shouldn't fuck with a girl in his class called Naomi. Because she will do this to you...btw, when I was taking these photos I asked Jackson to show me his most favourite expression, and this is what he came up with...Apparently, he's GRUMPY.

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Dearest JacksonThe other day we were driving in the car when you said to me: "Look over there, Mommy. Look over there at that orange bus." And there it was. Your first fully formed, perfectly constructed, grammatically correct sentence. I was so proud of you. So incredibly proud, but also so incredibly sad, because it's the beginning of the end isn't it? Soon all your little speech quirks and

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The other day someone said to me that their daughter was two and a half, and I was all like TWO AND A HALF...OMG...she's so old and so grown up.And then I realised that Jackson is two and a half too. And then I nearly fell over.He was only one here.

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In the car on the way to school, Jackson has his fingers deep in his nose.Me: What you doing Jackson?Jackson: Finding bogies. Big bogies, Mommy. Me: Oh, right.Jackson (proffering me his finger): Here Mommy, LOOK, big bogies.Me (proffering him a tissue): That's cool baby, where do we wipe bogies when we've found them?Jackson: Ummmmmmmmmm...on Mommy's t-shirt.Me: Awesome.

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I have sore stomach muscles today. And the reason why, is that yesterday my child made me laugh harder than I have in years.I can't really tell you exactly HOW this happened, because it's pretty skanky, so let me give you a hypothetical approximation instead.So, say (hypothetically) there are two people - a big person and a small person - sitting on the sofa. And say, the small one has just had

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If this photo of baby Jackson doesn't melt your heart and make you go awwww just a little bit, then you have no soul and we can no longer be friends.

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Sometimes I think back to the pre-Jackson me. The me that had such definite and absolute parenting ideas.The me that was NEVER going to smack her child, the me that was ONLY ever going to feed him freshly prepared meals, the me that was going to ONLY allow my child to eat fruit NEVER sweets, the me that was NEVER going to shout but rather remain calm and serene at all times and the me that was

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Lord knows I love that sweet child of mine, but if there is one thing that he does that infuriates me above all else, it is that he DOES.NOT.LISTEN.And I'm not just talking about him disobeying me (although he does this too, undoubtedly), I'm talking about when he point blank does not even register that he's heard me. When it's like I am talking into a void, a black hole of nothingness, like my

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The other day Jackson told me my hair was beautiful, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like really warm and fuzzy.So instead of playing it cool and leaving it at that, I then found myself asking Jackson "is Mommy beautiful, is Mommy's hair beautiful?" etc, more than five or six times a day. Everyday.Why? Well because THAT IS JUST THE KIND OF PERSON I AM.Jackson, of course, answered a

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Last evening, Jackson wouldn't come in out of the garden. We'd played what felt like seven hours of "throw-the-ball-fetch-the-ball-get-it-mommy" and it was getting real cold and Ellen was on, so I thought it only fair that we go inside, get warm and bond with the couch. (For the record, I CANNOT believe that I was actually TRYING to stop my child from playing outside and come into the house to

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On Friday night before my girlfriends came round for pre-birthday dinner, Jackson and I were having a little dance to Goldfish (as we do), when suddenly he took my face between his sweet little hands and said to me:"Mommy, you are very nice."Awww...happy birthday/mama's day to me.

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I turn 37 this weekend. And to be honest, I'm not handling it AT ALL well. 37 somehow just seems so...um...OLD. How the hell did I get to be 37? I don't want to have my birthday this year and I feel kind of cross that I am REQUIRED to have fun because it's my day.But anyway, my birthday it shall be and this is what I have planned:playdate this afternoon with Exmi and The Kid, dinner tonight with

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Snippets that melt my mommy heart.The other day I was shouting at Jackson for something (lord knows I can't remember what, this happens a million times a day), and when I had finished his little face crumpled up, he squeezed out a tear and said "don't be UGLY, Mommy."Awwwwww...******So we're walking around Exclusive Books yesterday (Tuesday night book-buying tradition, see) and Jackson was lying

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I was going through my Flickr account yesterday and look what I found...All the love I feel in my heart for my son right now is making me feel quite weepy.Sigh.

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Jackson: WHAT THE HECK!Me: Yeah? Why's that?*silence*Me: Jackson, what's WHAT THE HECK?*silence*Jackson: Not what the fuck.Me: NO DEFINITELY NOT.Jackson: Only Mommy say what the fuck. Jackson say what the heck.Me: That's right my genius child, that sure is right. (And is it strange that I actually felt like a REALLY GOOD parent after having this little chat?)

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I'm not going to lie to you, it's kind of difficult navigating a new relationship and raising a toddler at the same time.I mean, apart from the usual kooky insecurities the are standard for me when I find a new man (will he still like me when he realises that I have APPALLING taste in music, after how many sleepovers is it acceptable for me to start wearing my retainer again, should I actually

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There are days when I tell Jackson so many lies that even MY head spins. Well, you could call them lies if you want to, but I like to call them bending-the-truth-just-a-little-to-get-me-through-the-day-and-still-maintain-my-sanity-so-help-me-god.My child is willful and stubborn and, lately, everything is a battle. This is his job as a two-year-old, I realise this. But the main problem with a two

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Goddamn, I am hormonal. Couple that with the fact that Jackson is being The Most Annoying Toddler On The Planet&reg (seriously people he has developed this fake/loud/evil/show off laugh that he laughs ALL THE TIME and if I have to hear it ever again I may just rip my ears off my head with my bare hands just to MAKE IT STOP), I don't really have that much to talk about. Luckily Laurakim tagged me.

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It is on days like today, that I am so glad that I never settled for a relationship just to be in a relationship, because it should be illegal for any one person to be this happy.Sigh.BTW...even though you may think that this is Jackson in drag, it's actually me. Not in drag at all. What ever happened to my Magic Roundabout, Mom? Hi Mom. I'll ask you next time I see you. xoxo

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Those of you who have ever spoken to me in real life, or read this blog for longer than, like, two days, will know Jackson is not the best eater. No, scrap that, Jackson is a FINE eater - just not when I am anywhere in the vicinity.My logic states that the fact that he eats at school, with Nana, at Auntie Martha's (and everywhere else that is not with Mommy) means that he is healthy and that he

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Yesterday afternoon I spent more than an hour pulling tiny little cactus spikes (pricks/thorns?) out of a yelling two year old's hands. Apparently he thought the plant looked cute and squeezable.And then, not even an hour later, I went into the bathroom and found this...And yes, it's Sudocrem people. The very cream that is designed to protect against nappy rash and bed sores. The very cream that

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Yay, it's Friday.I love Fridays, and not just because it's the start of the weekend, but because Jackson always stays at Nana's house on a Thursday night - and even though Thursday nights are something that I treasure, I really miss him. Awwwww little dude.So come Friday morning, I have this cool feeling all over my body. Call it excitement, call it love, call it anticipation, call it whatever

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So Tuesday was the first time in more than a year that no one commented on my post. And now I can't think of anything to write.Hmmmmm...Here is a photo that I took of Jackson a year ago today. There is so much wrong here that I am amazed that social services haven't come for him ages ago. Am ashamed.Love the t-shirt though.

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How do you manage to raise a toddler and like a boy at the same time? Answers on postsecret please.Seriously, any advice welcome.

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Thanks for this photo Angel, captures my essence perfectly I thought.

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My new favourite phrase and one that I would quite like to use a lot is: DON'T BE SAD - BE RAD.I'll say it when Jackson looks like this...awwww, sweetie. Don't be sad - be RAD.and this...hey, hey there. Don't be sad - be RAD.and this...Poor you. Don't be sad - be RAD....pretty much until it really, really, really begins to annoy him. Because I am his mother and I can do these things.God, is it

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Oh.Naughty smile, anyone?

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(Excuse all the fonts, but I can't be arsed to change them).Exmi tagged me. She said...After reading Tertia I decided to participate in a ‘round the world in 80 clicks’ tour, where moms all over the world blog about the five things they love about being a mom. Some other mothers from around the world have also contributed, namely: Sherry from Canada Catherine from America Beth from France and of

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As I post yet another set of discreetly *cough* nekkid photos of Jackson on my website I would just like everyone to know this...JACKSON HAS AN ENTIRE WARDROBE OF CLOTHES, MOSTLY FROM GAP KIDS, HE JUST LIKES TO ROAM FREE AND UNHINDERED.And as a mum, and specifically Jackson's Mum, I have quickly learnt to pick my battles, and this is SO not one of them.I like to call these photos Flying and

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Despite my best efforts to call her Daisy, it seems that we just cannot get away from the name Two.So there you have it, meet Two.

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Meet Daisy.Jackson really, really, really wanted to call her Two, but in the end we settled on Daisy. (Although Jackson is sulking a bit about this and so refers to her as "that one".)Anyway, she's awesome despite not digging my cat that much, and not knowing the difference between my Persian carpet and OUTSIDE ON THE GRASS when it comes to poop.And I think her and Paw Paw look like they could be

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Last night, at 1.42am exactly, I was ripped from my dreams by a piercing little voice alarmingly close to my ear saying: "Want to watch HORSEY movie, Mommy."I was all like: "wtf, what's happening? what time is it? NO YOU CANNOT WATCH HORSEY MOVIE NOT NOW, NOT EVER, GO BACK TO BED."Two-and-a-half hours later, after trying everything that came to mind - shouting, cursing, negotiating, soothing,

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Because I can verge on the pretentious (unashamedly so), I have things like "favourite artists". And one of my most favourite artists is Yoshitomo Nara (OMG, I actually want to snort at myself for writing that).Anyway, my point is that I just bought this print called Do Not Disturb for...well it's supposed to be for Jackson's room, but it may not ever make it there. (I wish, wish, wish I could

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Lily, Jackson and Nicholas made some *beautiful* homemade biscuits yesterday. You want some?

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Not content with all the toys in all the world and a super-duper expensive jungle gym, Jackson also likes to make up games with ordinary everyday objects. And usually, this involves Mommy doing things that she doesn't really feel like (ie ANYTHING except lying on the grass drinking a lovely glass of wine).The latest of these games is what we have named Basket Swing, in which Jackson sits

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So yesterday - four months to the day after the actual event - I finally got round to putting up the jungle gym that I bought Jackson for his second birthday.The eye-wateringly expensive "organic" one-of-a-kind jungle gym specially sent up from Cape Town. All I can say is that he better play on it for at least an hour every single day for the next 15 years of his life.

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I *may* have mentioned this before, but life with a toddler is unpredictable to say the least, so it's amazing how some days just work.Like yesterday.Yesterday, I suddenly decided that I wanted to replace my winter Camper boots circa 2002 (RIP fine friends you have served me well), so I picked up Jackson from school and we went off to Hyde Park to buy them. Jackson got really excited about buying

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This was the view in the park when we went to walk Paw Paw the other day.Of course, Jackson LOVED the "little bit rainbow, Mommy."So much so, that I'll be damned if we didn't stand there and stare at it for more than half an hour.

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I just heard on the radio that Cyril Ramaphosa was arrested over the weekend for driving at 160kph. In fact, those friendly ladies and gents from the JMPD have, once again, "clamped down" on speedy drivers across the whole of Johannesburg - but there's no fine this time, just jail.The idea of this would scare the crap out of me were it not for one thing - every time I push my little Honda Jazz

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I don't know about you, but we have been SUPER, SUPER busy over the past couple of months. It's like we reel from one social engagement to the next, which is cool but also playing havoc on both mine and Jackson's sleeping patterns.Between the two of us, we have at least three separate events or parties to go to each day of the weekend and over the past two weeks we've had only one evening at home

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There's not much to do in a hotel room with a toddler. Really. Not much at all.But, while we were in Cape Town, Jackson and I had a plan.We played Hotel Soccer. A LOT. We used the cupboard for a goal. We were very noisy.It was cool.Real good fun.Then he discovered himself in the mirror.And it all kind of went downhill from there.So we stopped playing Hotel Soccer and watched TV instead.

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So this American celebrity Carson Daly (don't worry, I had to google him too) used to present TRL (had to google that also) on MTV (I knew that one, thank god) had a son yesterday with his girlfriend, and they called him JACKSON JAMES.DUDE, last time I looked that was the name of MY son. Actually I feel pretty sorry for the new Jackson James, his whole life he's going to be mistaken for that kid

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Sometimes, on a Friday afternoon, Jackson, Exmi, The Kid and I hang out. It's cool, I enjoy cultivating worthwhile mommy friendships and Jackson and The Kid are just about close enough in age to play nicely together. Although when I say "play nicely together" what I actually mean is "teach each other terrible habits, because GOD, it's not like a mother's job isn't hard enough already without

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I would just like it to be known for the record that I am, as of right now, off the market.Yes, I am officially seeing someone and I am very, very, very, very (times infinity) happy.And in other news...it's haircut time again folks. And will you look here, I got me some streaks.Yay me!

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It's probably not a good idea to leave your safety razor ANYWHERE that your child can access (including up on a shelf because those slippy little suckers can CLIMB), or you may come unsuspectingly into the bathroom to find them proudly shaving their head.Which may leave their hair looking pretty patchy.Kind of like this...In other news, is it my imagination or does Nemo look pretty shifty in this

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And my son is no exception.Every night before I go to bed, I pop into Jackson's room to make sure his covers are on properly and, you know, just give him a little kiss. Because I am soppy like that.Last night, just as I was leaving his room, I heard this tiny, mournful voice say: "Mommy, tummy berry sore."Now this is where I am a decidedly crap Mom, because I don't have a teeny little clue of

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I think I may never post a normal photo again.

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Totally random Jackson stuff.1. This morning Jackson called my shoes "cute". CUTE, I tell you. It was very cute.2. Me: Jackson don't pick your scabs. Jackson: Waaaaaaant tooooo piiiiiiick Datdun's CAAAAAABS. Me: Oh, okay I'll just call you Scabby then. Jackson: NOT CABBY, Mommy. DATDUN.3. He hates everyone and everything right now. It's like living with an exceptionally grumpy teenager

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For some reason, and I have no idea why, Jackson has an aversion to verbs, especially when he's telling me that he caaaaaaaaaaan't do something.So instead of saying "Mommy, I don't want to go to bed", he says "Mommy, caaaaaaaan't bed." Instead of saying "Mommy, I don't want to go to school", he says "Mommy, caaaaaaaan't school." And so on and so on.On Wednesday evening he took against the lamb

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With a lot in life - especially holidays - I try to be Little Miss Sunshine. I mean, I have a charmed life and I am so lucky and I was on a HOLIDAY for goodness sake, staying in a gorgeous hotel in one of the most BEAUTIFUL CITIES IN THE WORLD - not locked in a basement or something - so how can I not be Little Miss Sunshine?Maybe it was because we just didn't have enough time, maybe it was

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Just computerless and pretty busy. I want to give Cape Town the attention it deserves, and that may take a while.But check this out...MY FEARLESS LITTLE WATER BABY IS SCARED OF THE SEA.

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We're off to Cape Town tomorrow. We are staying here.Don't be jealous now.I expect you'll be hearing from me while I am away.PS. Thanks for all the comments and emails yesterday. I'll definitely send you all the link when it is up and running.

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I am an unrepentant Mommy Blogger. I love, love, LOVE my kid and I love writing about my kid, and I hope one day that my kid won't cringe too much when he reads all about our early life together.BUT because one day my son may read this blog, I tend to write only about the Mommy part of me and not about the party soldier that still lurks deep, deep, deep within my soul.So I have been thinking for

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I was digging around on my Dad's computer - looking for something work related when I came across this picture...And it really makes me laugh because it's just so typical of my Dad. Dog in center and grandchild off to the side. My Dad unashamedly love his dogs. In fact, he often says that if he had discovered labradors at 21, neither my sister nor I would exist.On another note, hey whassup there

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Yesterday we went to the Lifestyle Garden Centre to ride on the ponies and the toy-town train - as you do.And we thought it would be fun to have our picture taken in the photo booth. There were three picture options to choose from, so I let Jackson decide.SO not the one I would have picked.

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I have blog rules, and sometimes I wish I didn't. *smiles enigmatically*Have a great weekend, y'all. If you are out and about tonight, you'll find me here. Eeep.

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Nice to see you. How you doing? I love you my cheeky little monkey.

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Jackson can now swim - on his own without armbands. I mean, I don't think he could do lengths of our pool or anything, but I'm pretty certain that if he fell into a pool (please sweet lord don't ever let that happen), he could make his way to the side.How did this happen, you ask? Well, they put him up to a class with three-year-olds at Aquatots and all of a sudden he wasn't the BEST swimmer in

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I want to put like a million exclamation marks after that finally, but I won't.The point of this video is for people (overseas) to hear Jackson speaking with his lekker South African accent. It was only after we finished filming that I remembered that I was supposed to get him to say "Seturday", but I just didn't have the heart to do it all again.Talking South African from Rebecca Humphry on

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I spent nearly all day trying to upload a video onto You Tube and Vimeo (no links, because they SUCK and I am annoyed with them both and maybe sulking a little). So I converted it from an enormous MPeg4 file to a much smaller WMV file and finally it uploaded onto Vimeo - and THEN it told me it was going to take 270 minutes to go live.I'm not entirely sure how long 270 minutes is, but it sure

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I grew this fine specimen, FROM SEED, in my vegetable garden.I am insanely proud of this radish. In fact, if you were to ask me if I was prouder of my radishes or my son, I'd have to think a few seconds before answering.

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One of Jackson's favourite movies is Finding Nemo.For those of you who don't know it, the story basically goes that this clown fish (Nemo) is fishnapped from his home in the ocean and taken to Sydney, and his father (Marlin) goes on an epic journey with his sidekick Dory to find him. Along the way he meets a wide range of "wacky" characters like Bruce the shark who is in rehab for eating fish ("

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So here's the thing. Jackson doesn't like wearing a nappy any more. So we only put one on at bed time. But he doesn't like that either. So he takes it off first opportunity he can. But he is too little to make it through the night without peeing. So he wets the bed, which wakes him up, and then he comes to tell me that he's wet the bed and is now awake. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. Rinse

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...but not as much as our dog ♥'s going for a walk. [Scary dog smile]So we try to walk every day.

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Yesterday, I had a party at my house for some friends that are over from the UK. It started small, but it started early. It ended big and it ended very, very late. With my new retro favourite - Irish Coffees.Today, I don't feel very well at all.Will I EVER learn?Know how you feel, little dude, know exactly how you feel.

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One of my dearest friends has just had a little baby girl, so Jackson's and my conversation over dinner inevitably turned to babies. This is how it went...Me: Galye has had a baby girl called Frances.Jackson: Ja.Me: Babies are sweet aren't they, Jackson?Jackson: Ja.Me: I'd quite like to have another baby someday. Do you want a baby brother or sister Jackson?Jackson *looks at me like I am simple*:

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I try not to get too emo on this blog, it's never been my intention to indulge in much social commentary because, well because, I prefer to keep my thoughts on stuff and things private. BUT, today is different. Today I want to talk about how I feel about being a single mother. And especially a single mother raising a son.I am not asking you to believe what I believe, I don't really care what you

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So Duncan from Shooshoos USA, emailed me and asked if I'd like to receive a couple of free pairs of their new toddler range to review and give away.Not only was I all like "wooohhooooooo, FREE STUFF," I was also genuinely pleased because I really do like Shooshoos. In fact, I bought Jackson his first pair, before he was even born when I was at The Big Chill festival in the UK.So, I chose the ones

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I was taking some pictures of (a reluctant) Jackson yesterday. And they just got me to thinking of the video for Coldplay's Yellow.No?Maybe more if you squint up your eyes, or something.

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What I especially love though, is the way he is brandishing the teeny-tiny stick in his hand in an ever-so-slightly menacing way.

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Jackson's permanent teacher is on maternity leave so last week a very sweet and very lovely temporary teacher started. Jackson has been a complete pain at school since then - not sleeping, not eating, not bothering to go to the toilet just peeing where he stands etc. I think the reason for this is part that he misses Teacher C and part that he is showing Teacher S who is boss - or at least trying

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Yesterday was one of my two favourite days of each year - the preview to the Exclusive Books Summer Sale (the other being the preview to the Exclusive Books Winter Sale).Anyone who's ever been to the sale knows how easy it is to spend waaaaaaay too much money, however I try and stay disciplined and use the opportunity to stock up on usually unaffordable but beautiful recipe books and reference

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So I guess you all pretty much know that it has rained non-stop here for the last couple of days - like really bucketed down, all day and all night. Well, I think the earth is now so wet it can no longer hold onto its flora.Because I was just driving to my gynae appointment (TMI but get over it, I have a story here) when this HUGE freakin tree totally uprooted itself and fell across the road (

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If I were to say that Jackson vomited last night, it would be the understatement of the century. The sheer scope and array of the rainbow-coloured, vile-smelling river of puke that covered first his bed, and then mine was - truly - a sight to behold. And I tell ya, at 4.10am this morning I was really regretting forcing him to eat the last of his scrambled egg supper yesterday evening.The thing is

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I'm pretty sure I have mentioned it before, but in case I haven't, Jackson now sleeps in a big-boy bed and has done so for a month or two.We have had varying degrees of success with this. Some nights, after our VERY extensive, bedtime and story routine, he just shuts his eyes at 7.00pm and sleeps right on through to until 6.00am the next morning.Other nights, however, I wake to discover a warm

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These were on my Dad's computer.I was eight months pregnant and very cleverly carrying around what would soon be a 4kg baby. I forgot he had taken these.

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This morning I was getting ready for work and Jackson was burrowing around in my bed when Kylie's classic Spinning Around came onto the radio.Jackson leaps up, clears the bed in one jump, shouts: "Dance Mommy, DANCE," and proceeds to GET DOWN.So I ask you, how can you fail but to be happy when your day starts in such a way?

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Can be cute at times.Any takers?*Social services please note: THIS IS A JOKE. Thank you.

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