we found out on Saturday that we’re having a baby girl… well, the doctor is 99.9% sure 🙂 So we went straight from there to the mall to start shopping.



On Thursday night we went to the 5th annual Jazz Festival at the SAS. It was really so good. The weather was a little windy and a bit dusty but the location was well cornered off and the event went off so smoothly. The food was good and the musicians were amazing.

How your baby’s growing:

Your baby’s skeleton is changing from soft cartilage to bone, and the umbilical cord — her lifeline to the placenta — is growing stronger and thicker. Your baby weighs 5 ounces now (about as much as a turnip), and she’s around 5 inches long from head to bottom. She can move her joints, and her sweat glands are starting to develop.

See what your baby looks like this week.

Note: Every baby develops a little differently — even in the womb. Our information is designed to give you a general idea of your baby’s development.

How your life’s changing:

// Starting to feel a bit off balance? As your belly grows, your center of gravity changes, so you may begin to occasionally feel a little unsteady on your feet. Try to avoid situations with a high risk of falling. Wear low-heeled shoes to reduce your risk of taking a tumble; trauma to your abdomen could be dangerous for you and your baby. You’ll also want to be sure to buckle up when you’re in a car — keep the lap portion of the seat belt under your belly, drawn snugly across your hips, and also use the shoulder harness, which should fit snugly between your breasts.

You may also notice your eyes becoming drier. Using over-the-counter lubricating drops may help. If your contact lenses become uncomfortable, try wearing them for shorter stretches of time. If you still have discomfort, switch to glasses until after you give birth.


So I’m not a fan of how they publish photographs of dead people all over the paper but I do like the way they publish photographs of criminals along with the evidence of their crimes in the papers. Only wish they wouldn’t black out the eyes. But I think it’s a really good thing. Now could you imagine if SA did the same thing, ha ha ha, they’d have to publish an encyclopedia of papers to cover everyone 🙂

Ok, so you can’t see it really well from this photo but this was the best I could do from across the street with my iphone. I spotted this guy while at the gym the other morning, he was actually standing on the outside of the apartment washing the windows… and there is no balcony there, it’s a small ledge of what looked to be about 50cm wide. Crazy and brave.

When I say to you that we went to the opera on the beach last Thursday night, you could think “oh wow, how romantic and exciting, must have been so beautiful” Well this is what was intended by the event organizes but unfortunately this is not quite how things went down.

So it went like this (please note I’m not complaining, I had a fantastic time and a lot of fun but it was not what it was intended to be).

The wind had picked up quite a bit towards the evening but it really wasn’t too bad. Now the poor cast had only landed 4 hours before the event due to volcano ash cloud flight delays. But not the entire cast was there as a few actors were stuck in other parts of Europe somewhere. The outdoor theater was done up well and the setting was lovely. Sea on the left with the hotel on the right and a small audience of about 100.

The problem with the wind was that the stage was filled with hanging microphones which unfortunately picked up every breath of wind out there. Which kept building up as the night went on. Oh, and the funny thing with this was that the mics kept swaying so the poor opera singers were half chasing them around the stage when they sang.

Oh and then every now and then the one actor would double up for one of the actors who was stuck in Europe and read their parts on stage from this big ass song book. But props all round, the show went on and they pulled it off 🙂

Now for the funniest part of the opera which came in the 1st act. The lead female vocalist was wearing a white ball gown type dress, which was strapless, with a white shawl. The poor thing was doing her solo piece on the couch and by the time she had finished her dress had slipped down to just underneath her bra, her dark grey bra. With the house lights on at full blast the men in this conservative audience were all very intrigued with half of them puling out their cell phones to take photos. I couldn’t help but giggle from the middle row at this terrible unfortunate wardrobe malfunction.

She recovered well, changed outfits between acts and the rest of the show went off well 🙂 Until the dust started creeping in and when the rain hit at half time I took that as my sign to head home early.

No really… she’s lost her mind.

Ok so this is what happened. We had a maid who didn’t speak English but seemed fine and quiet and kept to herself. She was never really seen or heard, ever. She asked to take 2 months leave which we agreed to as long as she found a replacement for her while she was away. We gave her a nice holiday bonus and agreed to see her in 2 months time. The language thing was never an issue because there was no real need to communicate.

2 months had gone by and there was still NO word from our maid, we had no idea when and if she would return. So we asked the stand in maid to become permanent. She’s everything the old maid was except she also speaks English. 3 Weeks later we get a call from the old maid who had now landed back in Kuwait and she is now expecting her old job back. To which we told her that we had planned on keeping the new maid since we did not know if she was coming back at all and no one had heard from her in almost 3 months. But we went out of our way to find her another job with close friends of ours, who would also pay her the same amount every month and start the beginning of the following month.

This is not good enough for the old maid, she has been stalking the new maid and won’t stop calling her. Telling her not to come into work etc, etc. She has convinced the new maid not to come back to work in May and is convinced that she will be able to rock up at my house and pick up where we left off… she thinks this is her decision, that I have no choice but to take her back. I’m sorry but I’d rather have no maid than a psychedelic one.

We’ve tried speaking to her, to her husband, we’ve had friends from work who speak her language to explain the situation to her but she’s having none of it!

So, what does Sunday look like? I hoping very uneventful but worse case scenario we’ll be reading headlines of how the crazy maid gets in a fight with the pregnant woman of 4 months in her apartment… What stupid drama that I really don’t need at the moment!

Woke up this morning at 7am to go to the bathroom and I looked outside the window at blue skies and sunshine. Thought to myself it was a great day for the beach. Climbed back into bed closed my eyes for a little extra sleep in. Woke up at 8am to loud banging sounds. When I opened my eyes I was very surprised to see how dark the room was. I went over to the window, opened the curtains and got the fright of my life. The sand/rain storm that rolled in was unbelievable and unless you were awake at that time and got to see it for yourself you wouldn’t believe it. All of a sudden the sun was nowhere in sight and it was as if it was 8pm and not 8am anymore. It was completely dark. The street lights came back on, cars had their headlight on. While my husband thought it was “awesome” I was pretty scared… and Max was scared too. The wind was insane and when the dust left, the rain kicked in. What a freak storm this was. And about 15 minutes later it was still storming but at least it was light.

Below are some photos my friend sent me.

Thanks Mirella.

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At first glance one would think that this clip was taken from a TV show back in the 1970/1980 but nope, its recent. And it is beyond the point of embarrassing that it is now just funny… here is the original clip.

and in typical South African humour, someone simply had to make a remix out of it.

And now it’s all over Facebook too… brilliant… “touch me on my studio” ha ha ha. We simply have to laugh at ourselves at the end of the day.

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