Dear Max Two weeks ago we had another shoot with the awesome Cilla, and she posted one of the pics on Facebook. As soon as I saw it, I thought “I know this picture”. I mean, over and abov...
A few weeks ago I went to a SoyLites candles function, and raved about the fantastic products here. These candles were the first soy-based aromatherapy candles in South Africa, and are made from natu...
Dear Max In three days’ time I’m leaving you (for the third time) to go run the Comrades. I’ve written a lot about running to you – how hard, rewarding, life-changing and painful it’s been for me. It...
I have often thought how unprepared for motherhood we are when we give birth. There are articles and courses about what to pack for the hospital, what birth choices we have, and how to sterilise bott...
Dear Max I like nothing better than acting like a juvenile and playing around with you. Tickling you, chucking you around, throwing you over my shoulder, doing roly polies, and pretending I’m g...
Dear Max There’s a lot being said and felt about “mommy wars” at the moment – from blog posts and furore over magazine covers, to passive aggressive tweeting, and snubbing. I ...
Dear Max I remember in “my day”, when my dad dropped me off at the movies with R5 for a ticket, popcorn, Coke and a phonecall to be fetched, he used to tell me that in “his day̶...
Dear Max As I write this draft, it’s 10pm and word has it you’re still awake at your dad’s house. But more about your late-night habits in another post. It’s been a week of le...
Dear Max I’m not sure how or why it happened, but you hate my Kenwood Chef. There is something about it that freaks you out, makes you cry, and causes you to vomit from anxiety. I can’t e...
Dear Max After a wonderful Mother’s Day yesterday (great 21km race, French toast, beautiful flowers from you, divine sushi lunch), my iPhone got stolen, straight from my handbag with you in the...
Dear Max I’ve tried this post so many times – I wanted it to be “special” for Mother’s Day. I tried writing a meme, I attempted a poem, and I even thought about writing ...
Dear Max In case I forget to put this in your memory box, this is a small feature of this blog in Fairlady magazine. Dude, thank you for giving me something to write about, and for inspiration always...
Dear Max There is assvice (the bad advice) and sassvice (the good advice) and fortunately I got the latter yesterday when I was feeling a little hit at again. I’m lucky to have a good support c...
Dear Max Yesterday morning we had one of those quality moments that made me realise that doing “nothing” is everything, and how not setting an alarm or a to-do in my Moleskine is the best...
Dear Max Whenever I complain about traffic, or a cracked nailpolish, or having to choose from a long restaurant menu, I joke that these are all high-class problems And I think it’s okay to complain, ...
Dear Max Just a bit about what’s been happening in our world this week: - I have been fighting the fricking onset of a cold and have pretty much spent your toy budget for the next year on remed...
Dear Max The other night as I lay in bed reading you a story (and I know you’ll find this a shock, but it was a book on trucks and diggers), I wondered how long I’ll have this privilege f...
Dear Max I was recently invited to one of those wonderful getaways that make me thank my luck/contacts/providence for getting these opportunities. I was part of the #MountGraceblog crew, invited to s...
Dear Max I thought I’d give you a little update of where you’re at, and what we’re into – just for fun – because sometimes I think it’s cool to follow our “e...
Dear Max My words to you on this post come from our favourite genius of words, Dr Seuss. I love these… xMom Via Mamiverse
Dear Max I finally feel like I’m entering the land of the living again after a big work project that has left me a little frazzled, scared and too familiar with Woolies microwave meals. This we...
Dear Max As wonderful as it was being away, it’s so wonderful being home. Cliched as this will sound, but you have changed – you have a few more words under your belt, and you’re ch...
Dear Max Your mom is blue. Not in the unhappy sense, but rather, she has joined the blue number club at Two Oceans for having run 10 Two Oceans. I thought I’d have an awesome run, but it mostly...
Dear Max This post comes from tear-drenched yet open eyes, and a heart that is hurting. This week I learnt on Facebook that one of my PR friends had lost one of her three-year-old twins. There are no...
In case you missed this win on my other blog, Rattle and Mum, I thought I’d share it here too. No words are needed for these gorgeous Phoebe & Floyd clothes… Phoebe & Floy...
Dear Max Pax I’m heading off to Cape Town this week sans you and I’m excited to be there and run Two Oceans, but I have this hollow sad feeling, like somehow I’m leaving an extensio...
Dear Max I’ve blogged here a lot about my running, how I love Comrades and am aiming to run my 10th this year, and now I find myself a little injured and a lot scared. I sprained my ankle on a...
Dear Max A couple of weeks ago I wrote about setting challenges and how hard it is to make them, execute, and reach them. More about it here. On the weekend, my bestie – and Hello Kitty fan ...
Dear Max I was doing a blog interview for a woman’s magazine, and one of the questions was about the biggest fears and concerns moms have. And I starting tapping away, and then realised it woul...
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