It’s almost been a year since Georgie received his first motor vehicle. This tractor is his favourite toy, hands down. There are so many videos of him driving it all over the house, I decided it was time to make a compilation. This is a little boy and his tractor.
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I love the sudden explosion of excitement that comes with a Friday. Today I’m feeling a little more excited than usual after spending a majority of the last two weeks indoors. I think it’s also because I finally have my strength back and can comfortably get back into my indoor-routines with Georgie. Organising, rearranging furniture, fixing things and cleaning, reading and being superheroes. This is what we do indoors. Cheers to good health.
The first time I heard of Erini was when I was asked to interview her for an article in the newspaper I used to work for. The reason for said interview was Erini’s popular workshops on raw food and how to advocate more raw ingredients and healthy meals into a hectic lifestyle. Although I have to admit I have only mastered one or two of her recipes-that’s only down to lack of motivation- I didn’t hesitate for a minute to grab a copy when I saw she had written a book with 100 recipes. All with no cooking involved. Soar on Raw combines mythology and mother nature in an inspirational and educational way and also boasts the most beautiful, colourful pictures. My favourite part is a shopping list she has included to get you started-because any person who prepares meals on a regular base knows how important it is to keep a well-stocked pantry and fridge. Oh and of course this book has spoken to the mother in me by including kids in the mix with recipes you can prepare for a child’s birthday party. I can’t wait to start feeding my family more raw goodies and getting this damn flu out of my system.
I’m writing this post horizontal in my bed with the worse headache ever, a blocked nose and a sore throat. Accompanying my misery is a cup of basil-thyme-eucalyptus tea, which is cold and beautiful music streaming from Radio Nova , which is interrupted by my awful internet connection. To make matters worse, over the past two days my little dude has had to watch me drooling on the couch, moaning and whining and losing my patience with silly things. I know I should give myself a break but you see, this is the first time since I had Georgie that I have fallen sick. Man, it sucks being ill but being ill and being a mummy is something that I find, really sucks! I hate not being able to play outside with him or kiss him uncontrollably or take him to the park, like I promised. The high point of my misery came last night when I bent down to give Georgie a bath and realised how weak and in pain I was. I cried. I didn’t mean to, of course because Georgie was right there watching me but I couldn’t help it. I just burst into tears. I felt so sorry for myself, I am ashamed to admit. But then in an instant all was gone: a little soul with only two and half years of experience in this world leaned forward, gave me a kiss and brushed the hair out of my face. ‘All better, mummy.’
