The Reset.

It is early Sunday morning and we have had a super busy weekend spending both evenings with our amazing friends who we have made while living in Dubai. It is not uncommon for us to have droves of people in and out our house during weekends but the scary thought, for Julian and I, is that it may be one of the last times that we gather together like this at our home in Dubai.

We are sitting at that cross road that most Dubai expats sit at at least once in their time living here, the choice or lack thereof to leave the country. This situation leaves you with two real options, one you go back to your home country and two you head to a new destination.

I believe that if you are a single couple the choice is far less complicated but when you have lived in a country for nearly a decade, had children, own a dog and a horse the choices become alot less simple. While Julian and I have always known that at some point we would always move back to South Africa, I think we wanted to make that choice under our own steam and not under the duress of redundancy.

We are not new to having to find new jobs while living in Dubai but this time it is different, this time around we are weighing up the options of our family and the fact that our parents and grandparents are not getting younger and knowing this we do feel that we need to make sure that our child has been given every opportunity to have the best relationship with them as possible but most importantly we believe we as a family need to push the reset button.

After 5 years of juggling our schedules, working over weekends and fitting family time in around that we want to take the opportunity to shift that perspective and put our family first and for the first time since moving here we dont believe that Dubai is the place where we are going to be able to find that balance. So the next step is ok, do we move back to South Africa? As much as I would like our knee jerk reaction to be of course, have you read the news lately? Under the pretense of getting university fees to become more affordably there is a full scale riot ongoing in most cities with notable universities fueled by racial intolerance from both ends of the colour spectrum. Just last night there was a farm attack close to where we live in rural South Africa which the current ruling government is choosing to ignore because it suits their political agenda. It is a rather bleak out look on the country at the moment.

But this post is not a punt at what is wrong with the country because there is so much good that can be found as well, having our family closer together and being back in proper nature and of course we understand that we are going to have to readjust our expectations massively. But this is an honest review of what any family would have to take into consideration before moving back. As a mom who grew up on a farm and had such freedom to roam and explore wide open spaces, camping and fishing I do want the same for my son, I want him to have the love of the African soil.

Besides the massive adjustment of our expectations, the hardest thing for me is going to be saying goodbye to our friends who ever the years have become our family. The people who have shared in the heartbreak, the joy of the birth of one another’s children and the happy times we have had together. I envision myself standing in an airport with all our belongings in a container and saying goodbye and it hurts. I know that, without a doubt, we will have them come visit and share chats via social media but without that day to day contact it is going to be hard.

There is a wonderful saying from Winnie the Pooh, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard” Im going to try my best to make sure there are not too many tears but that is one promise I may not be able to keep.

What happens when the food runs out?


Christmas and New Year have come and gone and somehow we are staring down the barrel at the end of January 2016 with the month of February looming. As a South Africans expat it’s been great to see all the Facebook post about all the little tots and kiddies heading back to their first day of school, with our starting in September it doesn’t always feel so special but that it purely because how we grew up was slightly different.

We spent our December holiday in South Africa on the farm in the eastern Free State. Being home is always a very special occasion for us as we get to spend time with our family and really connect back to our roots. This visit was even more special as we welcomed a new family member into the fold as my sister in law got married the week before Christmas. One of the greatest things about this last visit was the fact that the Rand/Dollar exchange rate was fanatically in our favor as it is the highest it has even been. This was great because we had a ball doing a bit of shopping, eating out and activities.

Ok, it is not so great if you are actually earning rands but for the expats it was, as they say, like Christmas.

Despite the great shopping and the wonderful time with our families, there was and still is a looming threat in South Africa that most South Africans are either blissfully unaware of or are choosing to ignore. Being a family of farmers, our family is directly affected by any changes in weather patterns or shift in the seasons and 2015 has been one of the worst years in record since before 1904, according to the weather bureau. December for our family has always been occupied by the process of planting, getting the maize and soybeans in to the ground before the big December rains. In past years it was also the month of making sure all the wheat was harvested but wheat has not been planted for some time now. However, this year December was a month of waiting and praying for the rain to actually come so that we could plant. Normally November is quite a wet month, allowing the soil to become moist and ready to be worked and planted but this year there was none. Finally in the first week of December we were blessed with 60mm of rain and it was a crazy flurry of chaos to make sure all the Soybeans and Maize was planted but then came the waiting game, and boy, did we wait?

December came and went, the clouds built up and they floated right over us, finally by mid January we were blessed with a bit of follow up rain. Over a yearly period our average rainfall would be around 650 – 700 mm of rain, in 2015 we had 150mm. The consequences of this lack of rainfall are that about 50% of the total planted crop is lost. But the scary thing is that this change in weather pattern has not just been an issue in our lives but in the lives of nearly every farmer in South Africa and neighboring countries.  Subsequently, South Africa is looking at a 50% failure in the countries maize, wheat and Soybean crop, and that 50% is being totally optimistic.

According to Grain South Africa is forecasting 5 million tons of maize imports during the marketing year from May 1 to April 30 next year as well as 2 million tons of wheat imports in the year ended September. However, Transnet Port Terminals Agricultural Bulk operations had a total of just 4 million tons of annual capacity available across all its seven local ports and these 7 ports are used not only for South Africa but for many neighboring countries such as Zimbabwe as well. Durban Port is the only port which was the capacity to handle the import in Maize into South Africa and it wholly lacks the facilities to manage the tonnage in maize and other grains required for South Africa due to the drought. The only other option is to consider using the only other grain import facility in the area which is located in Maputo.

Nations in the area, which includes Zimbabwe, Lesotho, Namibia, Botswana and Swaziland, will need to find 10.9 million metric tons of grains such as corn, wheat, and soybeans, South African Agriculture Minister Senzeni Zokwana told reporters Friday in Pretoria, the capital. This includes 5 million to 6 million tons of maize for South Africa.

Scary thought isn’t it. For the first time in living memory South Africa is going to be experiencing a food shortage, and Im afraid that this shortage is going to create ripple effects in our society of epic proportions. I say this because hungry and desperate people do desperate things to make sure they and their children are fed. Due to the drought South Africans are going to see the in boost food inflation, with prices expected to increase by as much as 25 percent in the year ending April 2017, this is according to Ronald Ramabulana, CEO of the National Agricultural Marketing Council. In November alone the food-price growth was 4.8 percent.

My concern with all the above information is that most South Africans, mostly those living in the cities, are not aware that this is a looming over them. It’s not entirely their own fault, in all fairness, the main topic of discussion all over the news at the moment is the racially charged diatribe that is pin ponging from one race to another. While the racial issue in South Africa is always going to be a sticking point in our lives, it is easier to sit from my perspective as an outsider looking in to a situation and realize that the Government is very adept as creating distraction within South Africa to hide impending doom and their utter failure to run a country.  Perhaps the creation of distraction is one of the only quivers in its arrowless bag of management. Soon enough though the real effect of food shortages is going to take effect and of course the first people to feel the pinch of this is going to be the rural communities who depend on food grants, what is the use of having the grant money if there is actually no food to buy?

So here we sit with an amazingly abundant country, one with unlimited potential on the brink of upheaval, don’t get me wrong I am the eternally optimistic South African. In a sea of often bitter expats Im often the lone one defending South Africa as a motherland but at this point even I am starting to see the flawed logic that is the currently running the country.

In times of food shortages, the cost of food will spike, crime becomes uncontrollable and the safety of citizens is not guaranteed. So my question is this, can South Africa handle a more violent environment than it already is struggling to deal with? Will the country be able to handle a race war that may erupt thanks to the government who continues to use it as a distraction tool to cover its tracks? For once, Im not actually convinced that it can.

Finding Sunlight


Any mom with a toddler in their threenage year knows that their toddler is constantly pushing every boundary set for them, test inch of your patience and generally finding their spot in the world. Over the last four months our son has grown and matured astronomically and has broadened his vocabulary  unbelievably. Yesterday morning my hubby and I were discussing the changes on him and we are both so surprised but coming with those changes is a little mind that all of a sudden wants to do everything himself, god forbid you don’t let him flush the toilet after doing his business, knows exactly what he wants to eat (cheese, lots of cheese) and the one that annoys me the most, defying at all costs instructions whether it is to get undressed, take your socks off…. oh hell no mommy. Last week was one where time out was a constant, we even now have a degree of time outs, minor infractions he sits on the stairs near the lounge but serious issues he gets to sit in mom’s study all on his own and he HATES it but it totally works.

I have noticed though that it is a cycle of behavior that happens every six months or so, our last period of chaos was in April, just before our trip to South Africa, at one stage we, as parents, were so worried about the trip because we though that our families would think we had raised a total delinquent and then as suddenly as the behavior started it passed and we had our gorgeous little guy back. I do believe that it arises in times of uncertainty or when he is feeling a bit insecure. We have alot of activity at home at the moment, new puppy, new school and dad has been working odd hours. Through all of this, despite my job, I have been trying to make myself more available to him in the afternoon, after my meetings instead of going back to the office I try work from home, weekends are dedicated to spending as much time as a family as possible but often as a parent you don’t feel that you are doing enough.

This feeling isn’t brought about by your children telling you they are unhappy it is often self inflicted because you feel you aren’t giving enough to your children and often the pressure which we place upon our own shoulders is unreasonable and counter productive. The harder you push yourself to be a better parent the harder it becomes to please yourself and instead of sitting back and relaxing with your child or sitting on the floor to help them colour in, we are organizing play dates and activities and before you know it the weekend is gone and if you think about the amount of quality time you have spent together, not in a mall, but just enjoying the intimacy of being a family, you realize it was still not enough.

Often when I reflect on parenting skills and finding more time to enjoy my son I find myself thinking about something my Dad’s mom told me before she died. She had three sons, Nookie (my dad), Peter and Marc. Tragically one Easter weekend Nookie and Peter were killed in a terrible accident and our family lived with the scars of this for the rest of their lives but no one as much as my gran and she often recalled their antics as kids but the one thing that she always said was that she wished she had done more, in broad terms I think she wished she had slowed down and spent more time with her boys as they got older and moved into adulthood and I think that that is a feeling that comes with hind sight and the trauma of losing your children, not just your child but two in one full swoop. I cant begin to image the pain of that loss, despair and emptiness that comes with losing your child, the thought along horrifies me and having grown up with that life is fragile in the back of my mind I really want to try harder to live every moment with my son and introduce him to the world but also to know my child and for him to know he is deeply loved.

Last night after a bit of an argument about getting into the bath, I went to fetch Daniel’s PJs and he called me to the bathroom, looked straight up at me and said, “Mommy, I am very happy”, those five little words totally floored me and made me realize, I guess I am doing something right!

Off to School We Have Gone


During the first week of September my toddler, now 3.5 years old started school. Here in the UAE the kids start school at the early age of 3ish, depending on what time of the year they were born. The first adjustment that myself, as a South Africa mom, was that fact that they started so young, here was my baby waltzing off to school, wearing a school uniform on top of it, at such a young age when we only started school at 6 years old. We are encouraged to drop them off at the door of the classroom, turn around and not look back, gulping down that lump in your throat and the parents reassuring each other every thing will be fine. The second adjustment was that the school year started in September, we are so used to our school year starting in January after a nice long Christmas holiday, although I will admit that the June summer holiday was long enough, thank you very much and the third was how the school organised their orientation days.


Whilst a lot of moms are stay at home mommies, there is a large number of us who aren’t, and it is not a privileged that we have either chosen or can afford, especially with the rising living costs in Dubai at the moment. The kiddies had four orientation days, one the first day our half of the class had to be dropped off at 10:30 in the morning and collected at 12:30 sharp, the second morning they had to be dropped off at 7:30 and collected at 9:30 and so the days alternated. Being a working mom with a hubby who has very little flexibility on his comings and goings this was a bit of a logistical nightmare, but what can you really do? Thankfully it was only four days of havoc because there was no way that I was going to have someone else pick him up from his first few days at school. So I guess we rolled with the punches but it also highlighted something to me that, in general, most interactive sessions between parents and schools are only scheduled during working hours, yes I understand that working hours means teachers hours as well but in an environment in Dubai where many of the parents are working, very little consideration is taken for their work timings.


This arose many times when my toddler was in nursery as well, we had to miss a few of the parent teacher meetings due to scheduling conflicts. But its not only school, its toddler classes or play groups as well. While there are so many groups that can be found encouraging moms and tots to join for yoga (Im faaar to inflexible for yoga but I like to think there is a possibility one day) or art classes during the week, try looking for over the weekends and your options dry up very quickly.

Yes, I know it is my choice to be a working parent, I have heard the lecture many times, and Im certainly not bashing stay at home mums, but should just because we work be a reason not to have more options other than the 9-5? Our group of friends got to chatting the other day and we realized that if someone opened up a baby gym offering classes for moms and tots with activities over the weekend they would make a killing because it would be filled with working moms.

So left with our choices we fill our weekends with art classes in our lounge, build tents and realize that time spent with our littlies can be special within the sanctity of our own home but that is great for a few hours and then my toddler starts bouncing off the walls and we need to get out the house and I do try my best not to head to a mall of some sort but often in the summer heat we are often left without a choice.


So we are three weeks in to our new school year and while the adjustments have taken quite a lot of getting used to, early mornings, PE classes, show and tell (yes at the age of 3) and a few bumps and bruises here or there; I am very happy with how he was fitted in to his new schedule and the school is really doing wonders for him. Although this morning I was driving to work after dropping him off when I realized that I would be doing this for the next twelve years of my life and I groaned because sleeping late ever again just became a non existent reality!

Clearing out all the cobwebs

Because we can!

Because we can!

Wow, time flies! It has been nearly four months since I last theoretically picked up the pen and wrote my last blog piece and the scary thing was that it was not intentional. Life just got so busy that when I cleared the gunk out of my eyes and we were barreling through September. In the meantime we have survived another summer in Dubai, barely but we survived and that is all that matters. My toddler started FS1 and we happily adopted a puppy called hunter, but I believe that each of those happenings deserves an article on their own. Today is about finding my stride and remembering why I really enjoyed blogging in the first place. I have missed having somewhere to put my thoughts down on to paper and knowing that there was nothing bottled up in side me but also it gave me great satisfaction knowing that I was not the only one out there who was going through the same thing. Being an expat blogger opens you up to a wider community of like minded bloggers, not only from your home country but much farther afield and strewn across the globe.

I have loved having comments from readers as far flung as Greenland, Croatia, The Cayman Islands and China just to mention a few. While for the seasoned blogger this is an everyday occurrence, for first timers like me it was amazing.  I have loved being able to write about watching South Africa from an inside/ outside perspective, being a proud South Africa with a strong tie to the country but not living there has given we a fresh perspective on how the country works. While it was opened me up to negative comments it has also made me realize that the country still has so much to offer the world, there are still people who believe in the countries success story, and can see through the mess of the current politics.

So Im hoping that today’s post is going to trigger a steady flow of great new pieces that can bring me back to the love of the art without the doubt of what people may think or misinterpretation of particular articles. So here is to the new and improved and here is to a bit of spring cleaning!

Lamb chops in the desert


The summer months in Dubai can easily be described as hell on earth because the temperatures soar to the high forties and sometimes low fifty degrees Celsius and it becomes the time of the year where families either leave the country or become hermits because being outside is just impossible.

Needless to say, summer is settling in on the UAE and the last few days have been scorching. I am the type of person who is built for winter, Im quite happy being in the Eastern Free State in the depth of winter but I do not fare so well in the summer heat. I tend to feel like Im completely hyper ventilating and this leads to me hiding away in the comfort of my AC. But this is not fair on my toddler who loves being outside no matter the heat, even though as a parent we only let him outside for long periods of time in the early mornings and the late evenings and he hates it. So we set up splash pools in the garden shade (well in what little garden we have) and open a door to make sure he gets a waft of AC.

Yesterday morning was one of those very hot ones and I had resigned myself to an afternoon on the couch and catching up on recorded series when a friend of mine called to say that her and her family where heading out into the desert to find the Oryx pools not far from where we lived. I will admit that I was very reluctant to head out into the scorching desert with a toddler and his two cousins but in the interest of letting them burn off steam, off we went.

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We drove past our usual spot and headed further into the sand than we usually would venture in my KIA Sorento but my little car surprised me again and we zooted through the sandy spots without any trouble. And to my surprise we found ourselves in a little oasis that was truly jaw dropping. In all the years that we have lived in Dubai, we have yet to find such a charming little spot for some R&R and the kids absolutely loved it. Before long the braai was on and the kids were splashing around in the water.  As we settled under the shade of the trees and listened to the bird life around us, it reminded me that us expat often take the UAE for granted and don’t look beyond the sand to find the natural beauty that is waiting over the next sand dune. Or you could land up like some over the other 4×4 vehicles that got themselves very stuck! But it is worth taking the risk because the story and the memories that you make will outweigh the moments of having to push your car out the sand.

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So as the sun set on another weekend in Dubai, we snacked on our lamb choppies and gave thanks that we could share such a lovely moment with our friends and family.

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I wish someone had warned me…

Great piece from a fellow South African mom! Well worth the wonderful read.


Heaven alone knows why, when I was pregnant, I only and constantly prayed for a successful natural birth. It would be a ritual in my daily prayers to ask the Almighty for a successful pregnancy and a successful natural birth. I was so naive and ignorant. I did not think about after birth. I did not think about nursing. I did not think about my emotions. Seeing all the pictures that mama’s put up of their peaceful sleeping babies made me believe that I was going to master motherhood and ace the transition from being me to being a mama. I was so wrong! There are so many things I did not know.

Before you read any further, I need to mention to you that this was my experience and that as everyone is unique, everyone’s experience is different.I pray that you do not go through what I went…

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That little voice


From the day that I found out that I was pregnant with Daniel, I envisaged what he would look like, what kind of nature he would have. Would he take after me or Julian? After he was born, I was so exhausted I don’t think that I even had time to think about taking a shower let alone planning my son’s future. But slowly the baby mist started to clear and we found our rhythm, which was not the easiest of tasks, between our breastfeed woes and my total inexperience which left me feeling totally clueless most of the time. I remember one moment of complete despair and saying to myself, come on you read all those books, you watched the DVDs and you went to the classes, you should be better than this!  I then realized that there is a lot of pressure on first time parents to be perfect, when in actual fact, every first time parent needs as much help as possible.

Before Daniel was born we told our In Laws that we didn’t want any one to fly to Dubai to help us until after Daniel was born because we wanted to have some time to get to know the little guy and to get him into a routine. We were praised for being so independent and mature, and I had no idea what the hell I was thinking! After 2 days in hospital we were allowed home, I had a natural birth (with all the meds possible) and hubby went back to work the next morning. But midday I was a complete mess, I phoned Julian to come home immediately because I had no idea what I was doing at all! How in the name of anything sane did I think that I was going to be able to cope on my own?  By the time hubby got home I was a complete mess, I handed Daniel over to him and I escaped into the bathroom for a good old sob! 10 days later my mom in law arrived, and she brought with her a semblance of sanity. For the first time in days, I actually got a bit of sleep because she helped with the night shifts, as much as Julian wanted to help, he had to be at work at sparrow fart in the mornings and was often off to work before the sun came up.


Yesterday I read a blog posting by a fellow South African mom who had a list of questions or points about raising a new born that no one had told her and her question was why? Why new moms or even second time around moms or parents in general not talk about how hard it actually is to be a parent. It is, after all, on of the hardest jobs in the world and does not come with a manual even though it is probably one of the most rewarding experiences as well. Yes, it is an experience that I would not forgo but it is also an experience that I am reluctant to repeat. Daniel is now 3 and although we don’t want him to be an only  child we are very hesitant to have another. My hesitation stems from the fact that I was lucky enough that Daniel became a sleeper after about 6 weeks, and it is often something that we take for granted now. As I mentioned before breastfeeding was a complete disaster for the first few weeks and my poor child was just constantly hungry and that is not an experience that I want to subject myself or a newborn to again.

I wouldn’t swop a moment with Daniel, he is a kind, sweet and rudely healthy little guy who has made both my hubby and I enormously happy.

But even after all that, there is that little voice in the back of my head which is starting to get a little bit louder each day, and it is saying that I am being selfish for not providing our son with a sibling and I’m actually starting to listen to it. Does that make me a little crazy? In all honesty I think so!

The perpetual motion of people on the beach

It has been 10 days since I stepped off the plane and recalibrated myself to try take on 2015 with a little bit more gusto than the past 4 months. I had the privilege of spending two weeks in South Africa with my family during the first part of April and I had the pleasure of spending a week a piece in two of my most favourite places. One, of course, being the farm in the Eastern Free State and the second being a tiny little sea side village called Morgan Bay.

Morgan Bay

Morgan Bay

There is nothing quite like the feeling of belonging that over comes you when you arrive home after a long period of absence, even though we are expats, we still call South Africa home. When you arrive on the farm, the moment you turn off the gravel road and drive through the sandstone motor gate your whole body relaxes and all of a sudden all the corporate mess and stress is forgotten and you know that this is that one place in the world where your soul come to rest, your heartbeat slows and your entire being is at peace.


I am so lucky that I have two places that effect me like this, Morgan Bay was were I spent my Christmas at the tender age of one and a half months old and no matter the trouble or stress I was under it was somewhere I would always miss when I was away. Family gatherings where always an epic affair because most of the family had houses there and it was a place where my Gran’s family had the opportunity to bring all her siblings and their extended family together so Christmas lunches where was a hubbub of activity. It was where I was given a wonderful opportunity to get to know my great grandmother and this time around I gave my son the same opportunity. For a few days we had four generations of family under one roof.

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Four Generations

Most mornings were spent enjoy enjoying the beach and enjoying the African sun, one of the most amazing things about the Morgan Bay as a destination is that it has a seemingly endless beach that hugs the coast line, ultimately leading you to the lighthouse with a breath taking view of the ocean. Morgan Bay is a village of generations because, without fail, there are families who have been returning to this mystical place one generation after another. It is one of those places that the moment you leave you want to put your car in reverse or make a U turn. There is nothing quite like sitting on the deck watching the mist roll in over the ocean, or watching the sunset over the dramatic krantzes. For me and many others it is somewhere we call home.

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A few years ago, after the death of my grandfather, my gran decided to retire at Morgan Bay, although Im not sure retire is the right word because she has more of a social life that most twenty somethings I know. We dub her the queen of Morgan Bay because she cant walk 100 meters without knowing who lives where and having a conversation with one person or another but that all comes from spending 68 glorious years holidaying and living in this great place. Some this year she got to show her great grand son off to her friends, who all promptly decided she was far to young to be a great grandmother, in all fairness they are very right. For our family Tippy and Morgan Bay walk hand in hand, there is not one without the other and visiting her is one of the greatest joys of my life and knowing that my son will have not just known her but loved her as much as I have is something truly priceless.

One my last day I fulfilled another one of my bucket list items by galloping a horse across the beach, there is nothing quite a liberating as skimming the edge of the ocean on horseback. It is an experience that I will do again on my next visit because it gave me a different perspective to place that I already loved.


So here I sit, back in the sandpit, knowing that it will be a year before we head back to the coast again but this is our choice and we live with it because our choice allows us the freedom to make sure that we can find our own spot in the village and I can make sure that my son can start making his own memories of our little slice of paradise.



Birthday parties!

Once a year around mid February there is an event that takes place in our house hold. It may seem insignificant to those around us but to other parents who only have one child it is a rather important day, it is our son’s birthday! Three years ago our little mite came into the world with enough gusto to take on the Spanish armada and in doing so our lives were never the same again.

For Daniel’s first birthday we went pretty low key, a small gathering of friends and family at our home. I splurged a bit on his cake but it was awesome! Our South African friends loved it because I had a local lady bake us all South African desserts, including my all time favourite: Melktert. It was great fun having the house bursting at the seems but even with the crowd there are people missing who shouldn’t miss a little boy’s first birthday and those are his grandparents. Their absence is of no fault of their own, it is our cross to bear because we are an expat family but during special moments likes these it is when one misses your family more keenly.

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Another year rolled around and this time we went a bit bigger and arranged his birthday party at one of the local petting zoo slash animal sanctuary in Dubai called Posh Paws Dubai ( by this time Daniel was already attending nursery three times a week so it seemed like a great idea at the time to invite all his class mates thinking that many would not accept the invitation. Of course the cake had to reflect the area in which we were having the party and it was again pretty awesome! Thankfully February is a great time of year in Dubai, its nice and cool and the kids can be outside most of the day. With the duck ponds and the multitude of animals, the kids went feral! Thank goodness everything is fenced off and they cant really get very far but oh my wow! They went off to feed every animal they could find, Im sure the parents where cursing slightly under their breaths as their toddlers went careering off towards the camel pen or to give the pony carrots and they had to follow closely behind. With my hubby on the braai we weren’t making boerie rolls fast enough and the kids sugar high was starting to kick in so instead of calming the situation we decided to cut the cake and give them some more. As the sunset over the animal sanctuary it was time to head home. We were exhausted and by the time we all got home it was quick bath or shower and in to bed!


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This year around we decided to combine the last year years experience and have the birthday party at home and bring the petting zoo to the party. Thankfully with the help of our neighbors we have created quite an enviable backyard for the kids to play in after school and the weekends. All we needed to do at that point was to fill the area demarcated for the sandpit, which was everywhere. Its a strange concept living in the desert but having to try find sand to fill a sandpit for the kids to play in. Mostly because it is illegal to remove any natural sand from the surrounding dunes with out proper permits so, shock and horror, we had to source sand for an alternative supplier. And it cost money! The nerve of it all! I think that being an expat does, in a way, shelter you from the real world. Although the sand would be delivered we would actually have to shovel it ourselves. Yes, I know I sound a bit like an expat brat but have you ever tried to actually move a rather large pile of sand on your own? Holy moly it is hard work, needless to say I didn’t need to hit the gym for two days because the muscles in my arms were on fire! Thankfully the men arrived and got stuck in. So the with cake was arranged but what event does not have a hic up or two and the petting zoo fell through so I got my Google on and found a great local business that does pony hire and within a few mins a pony had joined the list of attendees.


Finally the big day arrived, the gazebo went up thanks to hubby and all of a sudden we had a kick ass party venue! The balloons went up and out came the braai to make the hamburgers and the pony arrived! I don’t know who was more excited, me or the kids! My grooming skills kicked in and soon the pony was spick and span! And in a flash people started arriving and the cake was cut the pony was ridden.



To be honest at this point was so exhausted that the later part of the day was a complete blur. As I wrestled Daniel into the bath and into bed I was baffled as to why I actually did this to myself. But the answer was simple, every birthday for my child is special. It is not just the anniversary of his birth date but the day I became a mom and it was a resounding moment that will never fade from my memory or be eroded by time. It was the first day or the rest of my life and I will celebrate it as such even when I am gaunt grey and old.