Daddy and his two boyz

Between working on Cameron’s baby book and the arrival of my nephew last week, I am all babied up at the moment. I’m glad to see it’s not just me, and that my husband, Colin, is just as excited about our growing family …

Although I often feel the urge to write, I have normally talked myself out of it by the time Cam goes down for the night. I have heard that myth about men and women – you know the one about how women have thousands of words a day and men are supposed to have three. That rule definitely does not apply to me! In our house the roles are reversed. Lucy runs out of words long before I have even warmed up. (At least when I am in court, I am being paid to talk.)

Cam is about to turn two and he is like a human parrot. He tries to repeat any word he hears. This means I have to be extra careful not to curse or scream at the ref in front of him. I think the upcoming birthday and the fact that Number Two’s literal birthday is coming up has made me pause and reflect.

The last year has been challenging for me on the work and financial front but in my personal life I have never been happier. Cameron has blossomed and I am so proud of him! He has a wonderful disposition and I know he is going to grow up to be a good guy, full of love and affection.

I also know that he is going to be great older brother. I am so excited about the idea of my ‘Boyz’. I am of course nervous about being able to give the next one the same love and attention but I know from experience with Cam that there is a part of my heart already reserved for Number Two and that upon his arrival it will explode like an empty field after the dry season.

The major difference with Cam between the ages of 0-1 and 1-2 can be explained by the difference in my reaction to him crying and a little man calling, ‘Daddy!’ I’ve gotten pretty good at tuning out the crying, but a call for ‘Daddy’ will get me out of bed no matter what time it is. The first year was hard work and Cam was not a good sleeper. The second year has in comparison been a breeze. It is so rewarding when after teaching and showing Cam how to hug and kiss and say, ‘I love you’, he does those things of his own accord.

Cam’s first cousin has arrived, little Caleb, and seeing that tiny baby and becoming an uncle has just made me even more excited for the arrival of our new baby. Visions of backyard cricket, camping out, golf, swimming, running, jumping and wrestling swarm before me.

Everyone keeps asking me if we will try for a full fourball but I tell them that with Lucy we will already be one. Maybe we’ll change our minds about this, I don’t know. What I do know is that I can see in Cam the effort , love and attention Lucy has put in. I also can see the wonderful cumulative effect of our support structure that includes grandparents, friends and other family.

There are some things in life that you know will be awesome before you have even experienced them, like playing golf at St Andrews or the Springboks winning the World Cup. I am so grateful that having a family is one of those things.


King Cameron the Cutest

My mom has this book of funny things my brother and I said and did when we were little. It’s always a source of amusement and I’ve read it countless times over the years. Cameron often has us laughing out loud these days and I’ve decided to record some of his antics on the blog. (FYI I’ll be using the category ‘Cuteness from Cam.)

Our little parrot

Cam’s vocabulary is exploding at the moment and he’s always trying to repeat words we say. A lot of the time he gets it right but his ‘toddler language’ is emerging and I’m having to play the role of interpreter more often. Inevitably this has led to a few potentially embarrassing moments, like when he suddenly started saying ‘Kak’ (Afrikaans for s**t) and it took us a few days to work out that he was trying to say ‘truck’.

He is also using his words very deliberately. The other day my parents were swinging him in a blanket and when they stopped he simply said, ‘More. Plees (please). Now.’ (We’re into the realms of trying to explain that just because one asks for something doesn’t mean one is going to get it!)

The gratitude game

Some months back Col and I started saying grace with Cameron before meals. He didn’t pay much attention at first, but suddenly about three weeks ago the concept caught on. He holds out his little hands and looks expectantly at Col or I until grace has been said. All very sweet – but the routine is repeated after every mouthful! (We’re capping grace at three or four repeats, and are far more aware of all we have to thank Jesus for these days.)

The paradox of parenting

At the moment parenting is a bit of a rollercoaster for me. Cameron is at a challenging age – pushing boundaries, throwing tantrums and displaying an astounding resistance to the word ‘No’! But at the same time he is just unbelievably cute and we are having such fun with him. The frequent fluctuations between frustration and fulfilment leave me emotionally exhausted but most of the time I fall asleep giggling as I think back on another day with King Cam.