my love language is affirmation

There are 5 love languages and I have come to realise that my love language is words of affirmation. I need to hear I’m doing well and that I’m loved else I fall into a deep dark hole of self doubt and loathing. I don’t talk properly to myself, I struggle with that, always have but […]

i’m definitely a 1 kid mama

Sorry to burst anyone’s bubble if they were hoping there’d be a sibling fysh one day but *pop* I am most definitely a 1 mama kid. Actually, rewind 7 years and I’d have told you the same thing, well I’d have said no kids, maybe maybe one. So I have the one and that’s where […]

the death of a loved one

I’ve been meaning to write this since it happened last week but I haven’t gotten round to putting the words in my head down onto a post. I’ve written a few posts in my head and none of them do her justice which is why I’ve been quiet. We lost a family member Monday evening […]

bring the funk junk swop

I attended my very first of the infamous junk swops arranged by Meg from Mind The Curves and I throughly enjoyed every minute of it! So I walked into her house with 3 rather large tog bags full of clothing that I sorted out my cupboard that I don’t wear (yes I’m a bit of […]

Dear Fysh, your confidence inspires me.

You dude have turned into one of the most confident souls I know and it’s inspiring. You used to refuse to wear certain things because in your words “my friends will laugh at me” but since changing schools you’ve really grown into yourself. I know you tell me you want to stay home and that […]

Dino’s and Kuga’s

Ford sent me a Kuga (yes I know, I’m a spoiled brat) with a fully stocked picnic (go on and hate me) for the family with instructions to take a mini road trip to Kirstenbosch and have a really great day so we did! Thankfully the weather played nice and we got to lay under […]

the cock song

Right, so we’ve already come to the conclusion that kids say hilarious things and mine is no different. Well Fysh went to go and get a bottle of premix cocktail out the fridge for me. Fysh: why is it called called a cocktail? Me: I don’t know. Fysh: is it made from cocks? Me: *coughs* […]