Owen enjoyed Granny time and Granny enjoyed Owen time!
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Sunday, 12 April 2009
The Easter Egg Hunt
Growing up at 49 Brockwell Street, Eshowe, South Africa always held some kind of adventure. One Easter when Chris & I were little, mom and dad decided that it would be exciting for us to hunt for our Easter eggs in the front garden. We woke up and got into their bed as we usually did. They then informed us that the Easter Bunny had left some eggs in the front garden. We were off like shots still clad in our PJ's. Round the corner, down the stairs, dogs barking madly behind us we arrived in the front garden only to be faced with the devastating sight of chewed and drooled on half eaten eggs. All of them were destroyed, not one was left intact. And the culprit was a golden labrador! He was always the trouble maker. That is one memory etched in my memory. I made sure Owen would not have that same experience. We have no dogs and I stood guard at the door once the eggs were in place in case the "unknown" swooped down and stole them. Owen had to be shown the eggs and even then had no clue what was going on. He did enjoy having a nibble and the rest of the family enjoyed polishing them off.
Growing up at 49 Brockwell Street, Eshowe, South Africa always held some kind of adventure. One Easter when Chris & I were little, mom and dad decided that it would be exciting for us to hunt for our Easter eggs in the front garden. We woke up and got into their bed as we usually did. They then informed us that the Easter Bunny had left some eggs in the front garden. We were off like shots still clad in our PJ's. Round the corner, down the stairs, dogs barking madly behind us we arrived in the front garden only to be faced with the devastating sight of chewed and drooled on half eaten eggs. All of them were destroyed, not one was left intact. And the culprit was a golden labrador! He was always the trouble maker. That is one memory etched in my memory. I made sure Owen would not have that same experience. We have no dogs and I stood guard at the door once the eggs were in place in case the "unknown" swooped down and stole them. Owen had to be shown the eggs and even then had no clue what was going on. He did enjoy having a nibble and the rest of the family enjoyed polishing them off.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Goat 1 vs Owen 0
Granny Lynese has arrived in NL for 10 days. There will be lots of bonding time with Owen as Lynese is here to take care of him while I prepare for my exams in May/June.
Today was another good weather day so we decided after church that we would all go to the animal farm for some entertainment. It was very busy - lots of parents and children. We made our way past "Jip and Janneke" the miniture pigs after trying to pry Owen away from the ride-on wheels that the other children were on. He is obsessed with wheels. The concentration on his face. A picture to behold.
Next was the petting area with the goats. There were 2 new baby goats that was the attraction in the field. Finally after trying to close the barn door and playing with the rubbish bin we finally made it into the field. Owen was off. Chasing the goats, who were quicker than him, was his main aim. He insisted on giving one of the goats a deep muscle massage and I had to continually remind him to "pat the goat gently!'. How do you get this message through to a 17 month old? More running, more falling over, lots of babbling. Now I think that the next goat Owen encountered may have been on the edge and Owen pushed his button just once too many times. Owen kept prodding and poking and the goat turned around and butted Owen. Crash bang........silence......wail! My first thought was that Owen had gotten a horn in his face. He cried loudly. I picked him up and thought that he only had gotten a fright. Later in the car Lynese noticed a big read mark up his chest. Indeed the horns had missed his face and got him on the chest. I am very thankful that he was protected from something which could have been a lot worse. After some UK organic carrots which he sucked with great joy we all returned home in one piece.
Granny Lynese has arrived in NL for 10 days. There will be lots of bonding time with Owen as Lynese is here to take care of him while I prepare for my exams in May/June.
Today was another good weather day so we decided after church that we would all go to the animal farm for some entertainment. It was very busy - lots of parents and children. We made our way past "Jip and Janneke" the miniture pigs after trying to pry Owen away from the ride-on wheels that the other children were on. He is obsessed with wheels. The concentration on his face. A picture to behold.
Next was the petting area with the goats. There were 2 new baby goats that was the attraction in the field. Finally after trying to close the barn door and playing with the rubbish bin we finally made it into the field. Owen was off. Chasing the goats, who were quicker than him, was his main aim. He insisted on giving one of the goats a deep muscle massage and I had to continually remind him to "pat the goat gently!'. How do you get this message through to a 17 month old? More running, more falling over, lots of babbling. Now I think that the next goat Owen encountered may have been on the edge and Owen pushed his button just once too many times. Owen kept prodding and poking and the goat turned around and butted Owen. Crash bang........silence......wail! My first thought was that Owen had gotten a horn in his face. He cried loudly. I picked him up and thought that he only had gotten a fright. Later in the car Lynese noticed a big read mark up his chest. Indeed the horns had missed his face and got him on the chest. I am very thankful that he was protected from something which could have been a lot worse. After some UK organic carrots which he sucked with great joy we all returned home in one piece.
Oh the weather outside is brilliant!
What a great day Friday was - 21 degrees Celcius. Owen and I made the most of his wake hours and were out and about the whole time. It was great to be able to leave the back door open and be in the kitchen and know that he was safe eating the sand and running around patting the bushes. Never did I think these days would come when I could be in another area than him and know that the most he could do was graze his hands on the stones outside.
As Owen is growing up I am becoming more relaxed with him. He understands a lot and listens to me most of the time. He loves to look out of his bedroom window but is unable to do so on his own as he is still too short. Now we have rigged a system where he can climb on and off a low plastic box. He is in his element. Eating ice lollies is his new thing and he knows that when he eats one he has to sit on his little chair until he is finished. Reading is still top of the list and he climbs on the couch to imitate Brendon doing that. His favourite tv programme is "Teletubbies" which he watches with great delight.
Another new thing is head banging. I gather that it is frustration. He likes to do this on the interleading door downstairs. Whilst we were in the garden he banged his head on the garden wall. He only did that once. Now he has a graze in the middle of his head! All the stages are entertaining and I learn so much from him every day.
What a great day Friday was - 21 degrees Celcius. Owen and I made the most of his wake hours and were out and about the whole time. It was great to be able to leave the back door open and be in the kitchen and know that he was safe eating the sand and running around patting the bushes. Never did I think these days would come when I could be in another area than him and know that the most he could do was graze his hands on the stones outside.
As Owen is growing up I am becoming more relaxed with him. He understands a lot and listens to me most of the time. He loves to look out of his bedroom window but is unable to do so on his own as he is still too short. Now we have rigged a system where he can climb on and off a low plastic box. He is in his element. Eating ice lollies is his new thing and he knows that when he eats one he has to sit on his little chair until he is finished. Reading is still top of the list and he climbs on the couch to imitate Brendon doing that. His favourite tv programme is "Teletubbies" which he watches with great delight.
Another new thing is head banging. I gather that it is frustration. He likes to do this on the interleading door downstairs. Whilst we were in the garden he banged his head on the garden wall. He only did that once. Now he has a graze in the middle of his head! All the stages are entertaining and I learn so much from him every day.
Every marketers dream
I am a minimalist. Brendon is a collector. There are collectors on both sides of the family in the different generations. The other day Owen and Brendon were scratching around in Brendons bedside draw and pulled out 2 travel torches. The light from the first torch on the curtains entertained Owen. Then the second torch came out. Now this one had a button which let out a high pitched wail. The dialogue was as follows:
Wendy: What is that?
Brendon: It is a smoke detector built into the torch?
Wendy: (trying to contain myself) If the house was burning down what would be the point of using the torch? Surely one would know it was on fire, we have smoke detectors on each floor?
Brendon: No, you see this if for when I am in a hotel and there are no smoke detectors.
Wendy: Oh, and how come it has never moved out of the drawer into your travel bag?
Conclusion: Brendon is every Chinese businessmans marketing dream.
Example 2. Wendy and Owen (together) own 1 red hardcase suitcase. Brendon owns 8 pieces of luggage.
Example 3.............
Anyway, the house is now bulging at the seams and I am hoping Owen follows my ability to function with less than the amount of "gwell" Brendon needs otherwise we need to start house hunting!
I am a minimalist. Brendon is a collector. There are collectors on both sides of the family in the different generations. The other day Owen and Brendon were scratching around in Brendons bedside draw and pulled out 2 travel torches. The light from the first torch on the curtains entertained Owen. Then the second torch came out. Now this one had a button which let out a high pitched wail. The dialogue was as follows:
Wendy: What is that?
Brendon: It is a smoke detector built into the torch?
Wendy: (trying to contain myself) If the house was burning down what would be the point of using the torch? Surely one would know it was on fire, we have smoke detectors on each floor?
Brendon: No, you see this if for when I am in a hotel and there are no smoke detectors.
Wendy: Oh, and how come it has never moved out of the drawer into your travel bag?
Conclusion: Brendon is every Chinese businessmans marketing dream.
Example 2. Wendy and Owen (together) own 1 red hardcase suitcase. Brendon owns 8 pieces of luggage.
Example 3.............
Anyway, the house is now bulging at the seams and I am hoping Owen follows my ability to function with less than the amount of "gwell" Brendon needs otherwise we need to start house hunting!
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