To memories and making new ones

Here is a photograph I have of myself sitting on my mom’s lap.

It must have been my second or third Christmas and she’s helping me to open presents.

Because hubby and I are expecting our first bundle in November 2013 (yay!), there will be a tiny human on my lap come Christmas time. A tiny person that is going to officially turn this couple with two yellow dogs into a family. I am going to be a mom and hubby a daddy.

We really are just. So. Excited.

Note to self: Budget for Christmas decorations and a tree. You HAVE to have a Christmas tree at Christmas time if there’s going to be a baby. He/ she will be too small to remember what the house and decorations looked like, but as long as there’s an iPhone and Instagram, I HAVE to take pictures of our little one’s first Christmas. If he/ she is anything like his/ her parents, he/ she will really appreciate it in years to come.

Yay… we’re pregnant!

At the end of this video it looks like our little one is saying “hal-loooooooooooooooooooo”. The entire family is incredibly excited about this news.

To our little one, keep growing baby. We are SO happy that you’ve joined us.

A color experience #weareonesa

Last Saturday the hubs and I attended the We Are One color festival at Emmarentia. We had a blast! Pics via my double Glad-Wrapped iPhone. Enjoy

Photos from a Sunday walk

That awkward moment when you throw the dogs’ frisbee into a tree…

Dearest husband

At times we don’t get along and I want to blow up

Sometimes I’m wrong though you’re still my buttercup

My Hun, I’ll whine less, happy four years;

To a joyous next one, Cheers!

The dodgy little sunroom

About a month ago, we had a team of general repair and building men in to do some work on our outbuilding. More on the outbuilding later though. Perhaps even way way later. We also got them to fix something that’s been irritating us since we moved into our house.

In the corner of the sunroom, is a really large steel pipe. I presume this sunroom was the original house’s old stoep thus that pipe would have been “outside”. But seeing as the old stoep is part of the inside of the house, the pipe is only an eyesore.

We had it cut smaller so we can strategically place furniture to disguise its ugliness.

But then, as the pipe was being removed, we found that there was pressed ceiling hiding underneath the ceiling board.

Although a little damaged it is nothing hubby and I can’t fix. Tons of elbow grease later and I’m ready for this ceiling to be done and the walls to be repainted.

Alas, these things take time. And they take even more time when you do them yourself.

I can tell by this last photo that all the hard work will be worth it. Can you picture it yet?