Teething Terrors

With Ehren hitting just over five months, there’s drool everywhere and everything is going directly into his mouth. PicsArt_11-22-03.10.30

I forgot about this time in a babies life. I forgot about the terrors that come along, holding hands with those teeth wanting to emerge.

I forgot about the gore nappies, I forgot about the little sleep and the constant irritation. I’ve started using a base for teething comfort,  but it doesn’t seem to be strong enough to last longer than an hour or two. For the last three nights I’ve been awake for a few hours with Ehren waking up and then staying awake for two hours, staring into the darkness and cooing. I love my kid plenty but at 02H00, this isn’t how I’d like to be spending my time.

I never had any issues with Chase. He was an easy baby when it came to the teething; no extreme nappies, no fevers, nothing. I was kind of hoping for the same with Ehren, but yes, every kid is different.

PicsArt_11-22-03.15.38Apart from everything happening in his life with the teething, he’s sitting very well on his own propped up with pillows. He hardly needs support sitting on his own at this stage, you just need to make sure you’re very close by for the moment he decides to topple over.

Though he hasn’t mastered sitting yet, he has already figured out that lying on his stomach allows him to move backwards. I can’t remember at around what age babies are suppose to start moving around like this but Ehren is doing it. I see busy times ahead of us. I’m hoping that we’ll be able to keep up with two busy bodies living under one roof.

Luckily with one child, you need to keep them busy. With two, the oldest keeps the younger one busy – a little less grey hairs for you to colour at the end of each month.


Talk with Toddler: 40 Months

My dear Chase,

What’s news in your life?

There are a few things I’d like to share this month with you, about you.

You’ve grown up so much already, even though I know we still have a long way to go. My heart sings with happiness when I see how much you have come out of your shell. I know it’s been a few months since you’ve moved to your new school and that we should’ve seen the change back then already.
In truth, we are seeing the change. We see the change every day. My big boy is smiling every day; singing and dancing, sharing with us and even feeling comfortable around other kids again. It assures me that you’re in a good place when you’re not at home with us and that you are happy and safe.

Your first school concert in coming up in two days! I don’t think you understand being nervous about something yet, but Mama is feeling it. I’m waiting in anticipation to see you perform and sing, wearing your cute little outfit and beaming at us. All I know is that it’s a farm theme and you’re dressing up as a farmer. I’ve noticed you softly singing songs to yourself when you think no one is listening, but I haven’t figured them out yet. Saturday is going to be a big day!


You’ve recently become a big fan of family group hugs. It’s become such a fun activity that you need to repeat the act a few times until you’re happy and then it’s still not enough. It also gets a little tricky when you want to hug us while I’m cooking dinner; we might have a burned dish one night.

You’ve also now started scolding Daddy and I if we share a kiss or hug. We’ll hear a “Guys, no” in the background with you then running towards us, pushing Daddy away and giving Mama a kiss instead. Have we reached the “Don’t touch my Mama stage?

A new routine that I’ve noticed when calling bedtime row calls is that you grab every single toy of the same type you can see. Then with your hands finally full, you stand trying to figure out how you will be carrying all this to bed. Eventually, you will start handing me a toy until my hands are full and you have a toy in each hand. You’ll then gladly mission off to bed with me scuttling behind you with the goods. I see what you did here; I’m the carrier, I do the hard work.
Well, I’ll do it with pleasure :)

We’ve figured out the secret to waking you up in a good mood. We all know – you are NOT a morning person. So we let Ehren lie next to you in bed while you are waking up. All you do then is: smile, kiss his forehead and cuddle him. The only problem is if we don’t take Ehren away from you after a while, you’ll be a handful again because then you’ll be too relaxed and lazy.


Brother Love

Speaking of your little brother, it warms my heart seeing how much you love him and how you protect him. There are even some days where none of the kiddies in your school are allowed to come close to him because he is YOUR brother, and you’re the only one allowed to play and cuddle with him.

Always stay the sweet and loving child that you are, my angel.
Love you always,
Your Mama

Top 30 Random Playlist: {25/11/15}


  1. I Won’t Apologise – Selena Gomez
  2. Big Dipper – The Cataracs ft. Luciana
  3. I Like – Keri Hilson
  4. Over – Lindsay Lohan
  5. Spell – Marie Digby
  6. Falling Down – Selena Gomez
  7. Silly Boy – Eva Simons
  8. Save Tonight – Eagle Eye Cherry
  9. Stop – Jamelia
  10. Cloud Connected – In Flames
  11. Russian Roulette – Rihanna
  12. Beautiful Life – Ace of Base
  13. Chica Bomb – Dan Balan
  14. Breath of Life – Florence and the Machine
  15. When I was Your Man – Bruno Mars
  16. Promiscuous – Timbaland ft. Nelly Fortado
  17. Supernatural – Army of Lovers
  18. Hey Sexy Lady – Shaggy
  19. Nobody’s Perfect – Jessie J
  20. Addicted to You – Avicii
  21. Runaway – Linkin Park
  22. Dogs Unleashed – Tokio Hotel
  23. It Feels so Good – Sonique
  24. Come Clarity – In Flames
  25. Walking Away – Chiano Skye
  26. Good Life – OneRepublic
  27. Rude Boy – Rihanna
  28. Wamintirile – Alternosfera
  29. Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson
  30. My Dilemma – Selena Gomez

“Cluck-Cluck” Pox Lesson

I started my idea for this post to talk about my incident with the virus but somehow somewhere, some deeper memories surfaced around the time which needed to be let out.

This year marks ten years from the time I first had Chicken Pox. I was a late bloomer to have it at the age of 15. It also marks ten years for one of the important life lessons I learned.

I remember the day quite well. It was a Wednesday morning, around the third period.
I was feeling a little “icky” when I had arrived at school. It didn’t really bother me because by that age I was aware of PMS problems which came and went without warnings.

I remember having my English lesson, my Mathematics lesson and my third period was to be my Study Room time, a.k.a. Free Period.
Around this time I realised that little red spot had started popping up on my arms, and I was feeling an itch everywhere. I honestly didn’t think of suspecting Chicken Pox. We usually had a teacher on standby in the Study Room when they didn’t have a class to teach. I approached the teacher, who I believe was Miss van der Westhuizen, my Mathematics teacher.

I showed her my skin and she suggested I speak to Miss Tina, the Headmistress. Apart from her high label on the food chain, she also gave classes; if my memory doesn’t let me down, English and Afrikaans. The high school I attended was a private one, following a Cambridge education regime. Every year we were about 60 students so there was no need to have a teacher for every subject on its own. Some of the teachers taught more than one subject.

Miss Tina and I shared a discreet mutual agreement about each other – we didn’t like each other. I’m not sure of her reasons, but I have a hunch.
I wasn’t a great student. I wasn’t an okay student. I was a crappy student. I was in class, I took my notes, I did my homework but I did badly on my tests and I failed a few exams, two years in a row. I have my reason as to why I stopped caring about my education, but now is not the time or the place to discuss it.
Miss Tina prided herself in running an outstanding school with a high pass rate. Here I was, damping her style.

I didn’t like her because of the way she treated me compared to the other students. She was always cold towards me. She was snappy and short with her conversations with me as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me. I watched how she treated the other students; laughing, making jokes and seemingly enjoying their company. I envied them for not having to feel like outsiders.

I wrote another piece called “In High School I Was…” about who I was in high school. I just never mentioned that that was the second high school I attended. I landed up there because Miss Tina explained curtly that I wasn’t going to be part of the school for my fourth year due to failing my June exams.
I was a ‘no-one’ at my first high school as well.

I moved around between groups as well in the three years I was there. I forgot about any morals I might have had at that age. I had no direction for myself or my education. I changed myself a few times so that I was accepted. No matter who I ‘became’, I was never welcomed.

So maybe she didn’t like me because of my “bad reputation”.
“I get it. It’s fine.”
My mom spent more time in her office, being told of my bad grades than probably all the kids’ parents put together. That was pretty much my mom’s life for two years.

Getting back to the story of my C-Pox, I went to see Miss Tina and explain to her that I might have Chicken Pox.  I remember she was giving class and it was clear I was a nuisance for being there.
I explained to her what I suspected was happening and that I was wondering if I should rather go home. “I didn’t know that it was highly contagious, my mistake. “

As coldly as ever, she snarled, “I would think that you needed to leave the school then.”
No warmth, no concerns, no worries.

This was the point in my life where I was starting to realise that people didn’t really care about you, no matter what your situation was. Even her finding out about my real struggles that were changing my life didn’t change her attitude towards me.
At this stage, I realised just how lonely life could get when you’re standing apart from the crowd. I just didn’t realise yet how much further loneliness could take you as life went on.


One of the few photos I have of myself around that age.

Today I still think about the lesson I learned about hoping that people care. You’ll find your selected few that will care. Some will pretend to care and forget as soon as they leave your company.

The silver lining for the C-Pox incident was that my Mathematics teacher, Miss v.d. W, got the C-Pox from me and she was booked off for almost two weeks. She had it pretty bad; apparently the older you are, the worse you experience it.
It was a nice two weeks without any lessons, but we had a crap load of catching up to get through once she was back.

Blog Series: SAHM vs SAHD – Namreen Sonday

Name: Namreen Sonday {Life and Times of the Fireflies}
Age: 33
Mother of Three. LEP_9050

1. Are you staying at home because of someone else’s pressure?
No…It was something we discussed as a couple before, and also a conscious decision on my part. I must admit that even though it was my own choice, I struggled with feelings of ‘measuring up’ against my working mom counter parts and often felt a little inadequate and shy when people asked me what it is I do. I have since grown more confident in my choice and the role I play.

2. What was something about being a stay at home dad that surprised you?
How little time you have to yourself and how little you get done when having to care for a baby and toddler! One would assume that stay-at-home moms have the luxury of time but we actually don’t!

3. What is the hardest part?
Giving up a piece of my identity and losing myself in my role as a mother…I’ve had to re-find little pieces of myself that I lost along the way. In some ways it’s moulded a better ‘me’, but it was hard not recognising myself initially.

4. What is your favorite part?
Now that the kids are older, I realise how quickly time has passed. The favourite part for me is probably being present for all their milestones, not missing a thing of my children’s growth and development. And being able to stay in pyjamas on a week day!!

5. What is the biggest thing you’ve learned about yourself?
That I am capable. That I am strong. That a career does not define who I am.

6. Do you ever regret this decision? {Please explain your answer.}
I have never regretted my decision, although I sometimes felt embarrassed by it. I have come to realise, accept and embrace this role I have chosen. I am proud of my choice and feel liberated that I have an opportunity to decide my fate! This realisation is also tied with me finding my identity beyond motherhood. I am more than a mother even though I don’t have a career.

7. Do you feel satisfied with this decision in general?

8. How has your relationship with your partner changed, if at all, from this arrangement?
I fell pregnant pretty quickly after marriage. So I can’t say our relationship has changed.

9. Do you sometimes feel resentment towards your working partner?
To be honest; maybe some fleeting moments when the kids were younger and I had a rough day. I don’t have those feelings anymore.

10. Do you have an equal say in financial decisions?
Yes, I do.

11. Do you take care of all the household commitments or are they shared with your partner?
The bulk of the commitment falls on me, but I have help so I don’t feel too frazzled about it. When hubby comes home in the evening, I have trained him well to help and contribute to the little things ;-) This way we get done quicker and I have more time for him…so he gains from sharing the evening chores! LOL

12. Do you think that only moms should be stay-at-home parents?
Absolutely NOT! Everyone has a different strength and gender shouldn’t define the roles we play in family dynamics. Couples should focus on who is better for the job, and sometimes Dads can be better at being a stay-at-home parent.

13. What are your views on men that demand their partners to stay at home?
I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to demand anything from another person in general. It is the quickest route to conflict and problems. As humans, we should be free to decide for ourselves. Just as I would never be able to juggle work and parenting; some people need the freedom to work in order to be better parents. These decisions are our right and should be respected. Nothing should ever be demanded.

14. What advice can you give other moms considering staying at home?
Make sure it’s your decision and make time for yourself! Being a stay-at-home mom doesn’t mean sacrificing your identity. Find a balance between your role and who you are…

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