As you may have seen, we were invited to an exclusive screening of the MY LITTLE PONY: THE MOVIE which hits cinemas this month (October 2017).
In this My Little Pony movie we follow the adventures of the Mane 6 pony characters as they journey from Equestria, in a heart-warming tale of adventure, magical characters, colourful worlds and humour for all ages.
Check out the trailer:
Something you may or may not know about me. I had surgery in my abdomen which has resulted in me spending A LOT of time on the loo.
Depending where you are in life the topic of poop is a yay or nay when chatting with friends. If you have children a whole afternoon could be spent discussing poop. Nothing is off limits to moms when discussing their children's poop; the smell, texture and of course the colour.
However, the poop conversation becomes more of a taboo subject between young lovers because nobody poops and that could spoil the image you have of your hunky or sexy partner.
Honestly before now, Women’s day was just another public holiday in my books.
It is only as I have “matured” and undertaken the task of studying, specifically anthropology, this late in life that I realise that I have not taken the time to acknowledge why we have a day specifically dedicated to being a woman, especially here in South Africa.
I am lucky, I have been born into a time where I have a right to vote and the opportunity to study and be anything I want to be. A privilege still denied to many.
As a mom, I hope to let my girls know that the sky isn’t even the limit. That they can be whatever they want to be and that they have a right. In our last conversation, my eldest was going to be an astronaut who does hair. And that is awesome! I was proud. Well only until she told me there would be no space in the rocket ship for me, but she was quick to quip that she still loves me.
Is it possible, and if so how do you survive winter on the side of a sports field?Fear not moms, supportive girlfriends, fiancé’s, wives and even husbands and dads. I am here to help you! It’s not very complicated and I do like to help. How can I, a mere newbie to the “supportive” scene help?
My first memory of eating out with kids is with Miss K - she was about 9 months old, well around that age. It was the crawling stage, not quite walking but definitely not sitting. Miss K being the firstborn, I was still so naive.
We woke up one Saturday morning with a twinkle in our eyes and the hubster suggested we go to our local coffee shop for a breakfast. Thinking it was a fabulous idea, I imagined us sitting at the table chatting and laughing while sipping elegantly on our Americano’s with not a drop of food on my top.
