We have these table place mats that are of pigs and sheep and cows and dogs and cats etc. And part of the ritual of supper has recently become choosing which animal we will be.
Tonight the following conversation occurred:
Me: So what do you want to be tonight Jackson – sheep or piggy?
Jackson: Sheep.
Me: Okay, sheep it is then.
*A few seconds silence, then*
Jackson: Mommy’s the piggy.
Me: Too right, lil’ darling. Too right.
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Snow? Bwahahahahahhhaaahahahhhaaa.
Anyway…
Dear God, Baby Jesus and the rest of the gang,
Happy birthday for tomorrow dudes, and while I have you on the prayer line…
thank you for one of the best years of my life.
Thank you for my happy home and my beautiful boy and my wonderful friends and family…
…and thank you, thank you for all the love that I feel in my heart.
Here’s to magnificent 2009.
Tonight we are off to Auntie Martha’s house and tomorrow it’s party central here.
I’m hoping to eat and drink so much that I get a visit from the ghost of Christmas Passed Out.
See you on the other side, you guys.
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Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease Jackson, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease put the hat on and smile.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Jackson, pleeeeeeeeeeease just sit in front of the tree and put the hat on and smile.
Then I gave up.
So, Jackson and I are now on our summer holidays for the next month. I’m probably not going to be updating my blog very often because, dudes, I need a bit of a break from all things computer-like.
I’ll be back at full throttle in the middle of January.
Have a safe and happy Christmas and New Year. XOXOXO
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For the first time ever, I have edited one of my posts.
Usually I write my blog and don’t think much about it again until I check my comments the next day. But today, I came home from work, had a braai and a swim with Jackson and was lying in the bath with him when I suddenly thought: OMG what a load of wank.
Sorry folks, I got DANGEROUSLY close to taking myself too seriously there. It won’t happen again.
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Look what came from Jackson’s glamorous Godmama-in-China and Surrogate-Godfather Frikkie.
Everyone should have a Godmama-in-China (even if it means that their mama misses them everyday), not least because they send you AWESOME gifts for your birthday.
Check out the SIZE of this baby. The photo doesn’t do it justice, it was ENORMOUS. I got so excited when I collected it, that I left my keys behind at the post office.
Included in parcel: stuff I have no idea of how to make work, a two-headed donkey and a Chairman Mao cup that I snaffled for myself.
I always wanted a cat called Chairman Meow.
Also included: 1 x sleek and sexy remote controlled boat.
ALL stuff = ignored in favour of The Most Irritating Guitar In The World®
Seriously, you should hear its version of Old MacDonald. No, no sorry…you should play its version of Old MacDonald for your worst enemy.
No more than once though, once is enough. Even for your worst enemy.
OMG. Jackson loves this guitar. I do not love this guitar. I had to take the batteries out after 20 minutes.
Henri CHICK…you rock the most. Thank you so much for everything.
Even the goddamn guitar.
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Look what came from Jackson’s glamorous Godmama-in-China and Surrogate-Godfather Frikkie.
Everyone should have a Godmama-in-China (even if it means that their mama misses them everyday), not least because they send you AWESOME gifts for your birthday.
Check out the SIZE of this baby. The photo doesn’t do it justice, it was ENORMOUS. I got so excited when I collected it, that I left my keys behind at the post office.
Included in parcel: stuff I have no idea of how to make work, a two-headed donkey and a Chairman Mao cup that I snaffled for myself.
I always wanted a cat called Chairman Meow.
Also included: 1 x sleek and sexy remote controlled boat.
ALL stuff = ignored in favour of The Most Irritating Guitar In The World®
Seriously, you should hear its version of Old MacDonald. No, no sorry…you should play its version of Old MacDonald for your worst enemy.
No more than once though, once is enough. Even for your worst enemy.
OMG. Jackson loves this guitar. I do not love this guitar. I had to take the batteries out after 20 minutes.
Henri CHICK…you rock the most. Thank you so much for everything.
Even the goddamn guitar.
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…SCHOOL REPORT time.
And it is a truly EXCELLENT report. Biased, much?
Ahem, I do believe that my son is described as “just plain adorable.”
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Jackson’s first ever school concert was on Friday night.
At more than two hours long, it was…um…EPIC to say the least, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t get very a tiny bit weepy when I saw my little mouse on stage.
Hey there little Chinese boys, how you doing? Oh you guys. Oh no wait, that one in yellow. It’s not a little Chinese boy at all, it’s JACKSON…
And hey, hey there handsome crocodile, you sure are scary.
Hang on, I think I recognise those goggle eyes. And that smile. Let’s take a closer look…oh my, it’s Jackson AGAIN.
He was, of course, brilliant in BOTH his starring roles.
I did actually have an awesome weekend, but I am going to have to write about it in stages, because I have work to do.
(And can I take a moment here to thank ExMi for my brand new header, which she made for me totally unsolicited. I think it’s super cute, thanks lady.)
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One of the first houses I lived in in the UK had a fox that used to come and hang out every night, just to empty our rubbish bin and scream like a wailing, injured child.
I hated that fox.
Then, when I finally decided to move out of digs and buy a house in London, I bought a cute flat in the East End where I failed to notice that there was a railway line RIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF MY GARDEN (and I would now like to take a minute to say: WTF? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME THAT I DIDN’T NOTICE A RAILWAY LINE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY GARDEN?)
Anyway…it was a also a line for goods trains travelling from the UK to Europe and so these lumbering beasts would travel loudly through my brain every 45 minutes or so from 2.00am until morning (sometimes they would even screech to a halt just outside my window to ensure my head-splitting experience was totally and utterly complete). This meant that I didn’t sleep properly for three years.
I hated those trains.
And then I had a baby. And I thought that I would never sleep again, but I was blessed with a child who has always slept beautifully, who goes to bed early and sleeps through until morning. Thank you sweetjesusinheaven.
So my sleeping woes are over, right?
WRONG.
Someone (and if I ever find out who, I am going to do them physical harm) has injected steroids into all the birds in my local area, most notably the hadedas, but also a FUCKING COCKEREL that lives in the garden behind me, and reprogrammed them to start “singing” at 3.30am.
I hate those birds.
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Me: *pointing to a TRIANGLE* What’s this Jackson?
Jackson: Tri-MA-MAL
Me: *pointing to a rooster/cockerel* What’s this Jackson?
Jackson: O-LO-LO (Cock-a-doodle-do, maybe?)
Me: *pointing to picture of his oldest friend in all the world Nicholas* Who are we going to see tonight?
Jackson: Nic-O-Nas.
[Jackson looking for all the world like he's just about to suck Nicholas' brains out of his ear when they were just three weeks old]
[After being told that he wasn't allowed to suck Nicholas' brains out of his ear]
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