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On two of us reaching an eating milestone
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Dear Rebecca On the 15th exactly, your four monthversary (yup, made that word up), we started feeding you solids, based on the paed’s recommendation. It’s like you knew exactly what to do – you opened your mouth, took the food, swallowed the food, and opened for more. Repeat. As I type, your next food of pears is being prepared, and we’re aiming to make...

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If I could bottle these moments, I would
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Dear Max There are always so many precious moments as parents, and I realise many of them are age and stage appropriate. Many are fleeting, many are replaced, and many are shifting. There have been so many moments this holiday that I just want to freeze and make sure they never cease. From you spontaneously telling me you love me throughout the day, to...

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Holiday perspectives
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Dear Max and Rebecca I’m writing this on holiday, in my new tribal Havaianas, half watching the cricket. Max, you’re on the iPad, playing SIMS, and Rebecca, you’re in your camp cot, having your mid morning nap. This holiday has been what great family holidays should be – relaxing, indulgent and fun, and it’s been a time of good conversations, G&Ts and food, and...

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A summary of 2016 (plus a great meme for other bloggers)
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Dear Max and Rebecca A few years ago I came across a great blog post idea from Nafisa – every year she does a summary of her year, using a self-questionnaire. I have borrowed the idea for the last few years (thanks Nafisa!), and I’m doing the same this year. As always, I like comparing between the years, and seeing what’s changed, what ruts I’m still in,...

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“She has such long legs” and other things they say
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Dear Rebecca I haven’t written much about your sweet and relaxed nature, and it’s worth chatting about because it’s making my early parenting days as easy as I think they come, and so enjoyable. You are much like your brother was – calm, content, non-fussed and strong. You are 12 weeks and it feels like much longer – I can’t with good clarity remember...

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A school prizegiving that launched the tears (once again!)
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Dear Max It was your prizegiving this week, and I was surrounded by equally proud moms taking pics and videos, with leaking eyes, and happily posting their amazing pics on Facebook later. I thought after last year’s ugly cry at your graduation ceremony at the end of grade R that my pride had peaked, but I was wrong, and I figure this parenting stint...

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8 weeks in: life with a new baby
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Dear Max and Rebecca Another new mom recently asked me on Facebook how I was doing, and I prefaced the answer with: “This sounds so cliched, but….” The reason why it sounded so cliched at the same is because what I was feeling (and still am) could be found on a Hallmark greeting card or a typical Facebook or Instagram caption. Here’s what I...

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Questions I ask myself while in the newborn days (daze)
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Dear Max and Rebecca I have some weird questions of life lately. These questions come up when I’m feeding and my mind wonders, or when I’m standing in the kitchen aimlessly, trying to remember what I went in there for, or when I’m wondering if I took my vitamins two minutes ago, or just imagined it, etc. These are questions on my tired mind...

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3.5 weeks into new parenting, and this is how it’s going…
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Dear Max and Rebecca Remembering how much I’ve forgotten. That pretty much sums up parenting again, after seven years of having a newborn. I think it might be a little bit like running the Comrades Marathon another time – you know it will be hard, you know there will be great points, but you don’t recall where, when or how exactly. And each time...

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Happy seventh birthday my favourite son
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Dear Max While I can’t call you my favourite child anymore, you are certainly my favourite son (duh!) and today we celebrate seven years of amazing you. This isn’t a post about how much I love you, or how wonderful you are, or how my life is spectacularly better with you in it. I think this message comes through in many other blog posts,...

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To my daughter the day before her birth
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Dear Max’s sister Today is the last day I get to feel your flips and whatever else you’re doing in there (sometimes it feels like you’ve somehow learnt your brother’s karate kicks and punches). Like most moms about to give birth, I’m feeling ecstatic-excited-terrified-nervous-teary, and I part want to stop the clock, and part want to propel it. But we are ready. Yes, the...

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Our last week as us
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Dear Max We have three sleeps left. Three. A mere three after 38 or so weeks of the most incredible, privileged and craving-ridden time of my life (much like I had with you). This year, I have consumed more orange juice and melted cheese than I have in my whole life. I have taken more Gaviscon than I can remember, and I’ve eaten more...

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The waiting game is almost up
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Dear Max On the way to the gynae yesterday I was in tears. I was worried that I’d need to have the baby this week because at last checkup she was in breech, which might have necessitated an early caesar. It turns out your sister has turned, which is great news and a little funny too – I kept on remarking to Andrew on...

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The first letter to your sister
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Dear Max’s sister We are so excited for your arrival, and have just a few weeks to go until your birth. For the last few six years, this blog has been dedicated to your brother, and it’s thrilling to welcome another name to the site. Before it does, I wanted to write about how Max has reacted to your pending arrival. It’s the advantage...

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A weekend of Mom and Max
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Dear Max A few weeks ago you suggested that one night we go to a hotel and enjoy fun things like room service and just “chilling”. I couldn’t think of anything better – the thought of a fluffy towel robe, king size bed and a buffet breakfast are exciting me for all the time, not just during a pregnancy when I crave all the...

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Finding my feet, and looking up
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Dear Max As amazing as this year has been on a personal front (pregnancy, first year of good marriage, contentment and general happiness), it’s also socked a bit of a punch to my gut (the ever-expanding one) on a work front, and there hasn’t been a time in my life where I’ve been more insecure of my abilities. This was not my script for...

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Strawberries, cold swims and beach walks
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Dear Max Holidays are a great thing. It’s a cessation from work, school and most hassle, and a chance to indulge, relax, escape and forget the woes. This isn’t new or unique to us, and it’s the reason why you’ll seldom hear anyone say “I hate holidays”, or “Oh no, I’m really dreading going on holiday” (unless they’re going to a crappy place or...

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