Jou Ma se Blerrie Blog

James asked if I wanted anything from the shops while he was there. "Would love a Chocolate Log." Look in bag hopefully when he arrives home. Bar One and slab of Turkish Delight. No Chocolate Log. Not even hiding under the bread rolls. Come out, come out ,wherever you are- I don't want to hurt you, I just want to EAT you! Nope. "No Chocolate Log Love?" (voice still hopeful). I thought you said you wanted a chocolate bar! (what is it with men?) Oh well. No use complaining- have polished off half a slab of Turkish Delight. James has cooked dinner, made me tea and now he is waiting in bed for his tea. He says anytime before midnight will do. Reminds me of Yes Man that we watched over the weekend with Jim Carey. There's this chick that he fancies that sings, "I'm not your late night booty call. You can call me at 10.59 but don't call me at 11..." James has been singing it ever since. Catchy tune. Anyway- if you are a mother and you feel like a good laugh check out http://www.joumaseblerrieblog.blogspot.com/ . Very funny and it won the best Parenting Blog for 2009 by the South African Blog awards. I felt really old today. Worked out that I have been out of school for 17 years!!! How did that happen? James and I have started looking at schools for young Christopher. Unbelievable that to get in a good school we have to book him in now. So he's officially on the waiting list for 2014- for Grade R for the same school that both his Dad and his Granddad went to. Apparently Brother Cornelius was chuffed to hear from James and says it is always great to hear from the Old Boys when they want to put their kids into the school. SO James chats to the admissions lady and says I have to be honest with you- my wife is a Baptist (I am???) I don't really know what I am, but I never thought that I would be sending my little man to a Catholic School. James says he'll start going to church with little Christopher. Now this I'd like to see. I took him once with me to my church and he told me it was all, "tits and teeth"!!! Now if you can figure out which church I took him to... you win the "Smart- Arse" award of the year. Luckily, we don't have much of an issue about religion in our home. I met a wonderful girl the other night when I went around to Tanya's for a girls' get together where we watched her wedding video. Kirsten. Beautiful girl. How she was even remotely normal- I don't know. He dad was Orthodox Catholic and her mom was a cross Anglican/Jehovah's witness. Apparently they made her go to church 8 times a week until at 12 she told them both she would never go again. That is one thing I must say I love- is my girl's get togethers- they keep me sane and I am so grateful to James for this time-out. Bookclub on Saturday. Looking forward to that- although have not finished my book- The 19th Wife- about the latter day saints. I was really enjoying it- but a few pages in decided that I was going on a positive diet and would only be watching and reading "happy" stuff. My little boy was 11 months this past weekend. I cannot believe how quickly his first year is going. Soon I will have a toddler and my little baby will disappear. Sad! He weighs 9.7kgs and is 71cm tall. Sometimes as frayed as the end of my tether may get when he refuses to go to sleep- if i put him down in his cot and give him his teddy and his dummy- he screams his little heart out and throws both at me in a juvenile temper and I can't help but laugh at him. I never realised that the saying, "throwing your toys out of the cot", was actually literal. But Christopher is not one to be limited by cliche. He throws his dummy out too for good measure and then rails against the cot barrier and howls and fumes for his tardy (weary, cursing, amused) servant to fetch him. Yes Master...there in the jiffiest of jiffs...