The amazingness of every First…

On Monday, I did my Bad Mommy Homework, and one of the questions I had to answer was "Something you are struggling with presently that I wish I could help you with:". This was my answer "Walking! I wish you would just walk now so you can go where you want to, when you want to, for however long you want to. I can't stand the frustration you have to endure because you can't manage on your own yet.". Then, not even TWO days later, my wish came true!!! Last night, at approximately 19:00 – 19:30, Boobah decides that this whole business of clinging in to the couches and/or tables whilst walking around the room is not for him, so he just… let go. Just like that! AND HE WALKED!!! BY HIMSELF! FOR THE FIRST TIME! And you know how all those books say that generally baby persons give one or two steps and then either sits down or tumbles over? Not my kid! He gave the 6 steps from The Dad to me, hugged me and then promptly turned around and walked back to The Dad. Just sommer so… I am currently the proudest mommy in the world. My kid is amazing! Also remember, this is a child who never crawled, as he refused to lie on his stomach for longer than 2 seconds at a time.

Boobah's age when this happened: 2 days shy of his 11 month Monthday!!!

I am posting videos of this happy event as soon as I convert them properly…

I tried to upload them here, but it doesn't seem to be working, so I am loading them to Google Videos. Here are the links for anyone wishing to see:

Boobah walking in circles

1 Step, 2 Step

Party Planning…2!

On Friday I decide that I really want to…no actually need to spend some money. Actually, this feeling occurred on Thursday, but the money transferred to Boobah's account had not been cleared yet, so had to wait. Which I did, but with a very heavy heart. Come Friday, I am absolutely itching to get to the shops! Once there, it was difficult to make up my mind on what unnecessary things to blow the cash on, but eventually I decide to be a good mommy and start buying things for Boobah's birthday party. It is now just over a month away and rather than having to buy everything at once, which will make a seriass dent in The Dad's pocket, I thought it better to spilt the costs over two months. Boy, am I glad I made that decision?! This weekend's party shopping alone cost me 700 Souf African Ronts already! And this is without the cake which will cost roughly 400 Souf African Ronts BY ITSELF! That is an expense for next month though…

 

So now, I can start ticking off some of the items on my list that I needed to get:

• Tablecloth – Cars
  
• Tablecloth – Plain Black
  
• Paper Plates – Kids
  
• Paper Plates – Adults
  
• Paper/Plastic Cups – Kids
  
• Paper/Plastic Cups – Adults
  
• Serviettes – Cars
  
• Serviettes – Black
  
• Balloons – Cars Foil
  
• Balloons – Red, Black, White
  
• Party Pack Lunch Boxes
  
• Invitations
  
• Envelopes
  
• Cake
  
• Happy Birthday Banner
  
• Plastic Spoons and Forks
  

That is just the accessories that I can remember off the top of my head. There is still a whole bunch of other stuff that we need, like the party box fillings and all the eateries for the day, kids-wise and for the parental units. And we DEFINITELY have to remember to get carrots from the Fruit&Veg the morning of the party so all the kidlets can feed the bunnies.

 

I'll keep this post updated as we go along!

My African Adventure…

Yesterday, I took Boobah to a casting agency in Melville. I think my boy is absolutely gorgeous, and I would be very selfish for keeping that all to myself. Because I don't know the area very well, and I tend to be very directionless, I asked The Dad to borrow his GPS Navigator. All went well, and we got there safely, even though I made a couple of wrong turns. The great thing about the GPS is that it automatically works out a new route for you on the fly, in case you are retarded like I am, and don't follow instructions very well. Like I said, we got there eventually. Now my adventure starts the moment we leave. The Dad asked if I wouldn't mind coming round his place of work, so he can show off his kid to everybody there. I have no qualms with that, nor any other places I need to be, so I agree. The Dad works in Alberton, I was in Melville. Logically, one would assume to get onto the M1, drive around Johannesburg to get to the N3 and then onto Alberton we go. And I would've, had I realized – in time - that the damn GPS was set to 'Avoid Highways'!!!!! But I didn't. So I went straight through THE FUCKING CENTER OF BLOODY JOHANNEBURG!!!
Here I am, a teeny tiny white girl in her pink little car with a little baby person in the back, being squished from all sides at the biggest damn Taxi Rank I have ever seen in my life, scared totally shitless, panicking so bad my Clutch-foot started wobbling uncontrollably feeling like I'm screaming EASY TARGET at the top of my lungs. I quickly take of all my jewelry and bling and shiny stuff, shove it in the side panel and hide my phone in the ashtray bowl and slide the GPS under my seat so as not to attract any more attention to us. It's sad how, in this beautiful country, life has taken so many turns and twists that one has to be scared to drive through one of the most beautiful areas in Gauteng – has anyone even bothered to take a look at how ornate the old buildings in JHB CBD actually are – and feel so paranoid and anxious about it. Remember what happened to Peas not so long ago? And in the same area. I am posting some pics of a map taken of Veza Route Planner. It's from a road in Melville, to Jules Street in Jeppestown. This is where I actually ended up at one stage. Luckily from here I had more or less an idea of how to get onto the M1, but by then the mental damage had already been done.

This is the way I should've gone:

And this is probably how I ended up going:

The green block is where I saw the biggest Taxi Rank I've ever seen in my life!

Needless to say, when I eventually got to The Dad's place of work, I gave him a piece of my mind, and told him exactly how lucky he is to not have me shove that damn GPS up his ass, and that I hadn't thrown it out the window. He apologized profusely and bought me lunch to calm me down. All the while, Boobah is sitting in the back of the car, playing with his Barney.

We are safe, and survived to tell the tale.

YAY!