You can do it!

2 October , 2012

It’s getting harder and harder naming thses posts with something I haven’t used before I tell you!


I am happy to report that we are having a lot less drama with getting dressed at the moment. I took Cat’s advice and let her pick her own outfit, well in advance. It seems to be doing the trick. Today she even went to school NOT wearing a dress! She wore a moose T-shirt (brown) that my brother and K brought back from Canada for her, with hot pink leggings, a purple fairy tutu and a princess crown. *shrug* As long as she’s covered, clean and happy I can live with it.

Oh I meant to tell you, on Sunday Nicola was a regular clown! While we were at my parents my dad whipped out their new toy, a little hand held vacuum cleaner (Nicola trails crumbs and chaos wherever she goes). Usually she loves playing with this gadget and will try her level best to wrestle it out of your hands if you’re busy with it. Not this time though. When she saw her she immediately perked up and got off the couch. She walked over to where my dad was busy with it and stuck out her bottom saying, “Oupa, en my boud…” then the hands, then the toes, then her dress – everything had to be dust busted. Later on she tried to convince me that this meant she didn’t need to take a bath now. Allways an angle. πŸ˜‰

Also, we’ve had to replace the toilet seat at the cottage. These things don’t live foreverΒ I guess, and the one that was in there must have been in there for quite some time. All the little rubbers had perished and the bolt that attaches it to the loo had rusted clean through. Not knowing the mysterious ways of plumbing and what-not I just asked my dad if it was a kind of one size fits all situation or would I need to take the old one along to shop for a new one with the same fittings? It turns out that not all bog seats are created equal, in case you were wondering – it definitely is some sort of science. Luckily my dad had all the know how and the tools to sort it out for us, and we fitted the new one Sunday night when we got home quickly.

Nicola was very eager to help my dad do that, but he needed a bit of elbow room. So she stood at a lightly less than adequate distance away cheering him on quite loudly. I think that may have been the first time that my dad has done this kind of repair while someone was going, “Come on Oupa. You can do it!” from the sidelines. πŸ˜†

She is an excellent cheer leader that one. Hehehe…



  1. I love the cheerleading!

  2. Sometimes I need to bite hard onto my lip, when I see what my little girl wants to choose to dress herself with but … Cat is right. A lot less drama if they choose themselves πŸ™‚

  3. Marcia, me too! πŸ˜€

    blackhuff, as long as it’s clean I don’t really mind. I wish that she’d wear everything in her cupboard but she definitely has a few favourites at the moment. I guess the other stuff will still be in mint condition when I pass it on to charity after she outgrows it? πŸ˜‰ This also means that she’ll probably have to give some input on clothes shopping in future though, so I don’t end up with drawers full of unworn clothes.

  4. Ag moeder, ja Oupa, come on! ANd the choice before hand works like a charm.

  5. πŸ˜€

  6. We were also caught out when we had to replace a toilet seat!

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