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beautiful chaos

I have a collection of stationery on my desk at home. Clips and pens and a few cool things from Typo that I received as a gift when I left a contract position a few months ago.

Included in this pile of things is a DOPE SHIT stamp – I’d been saving it for a particularly brilliant piece of writing that I can print out and duly brand with this highest form of praise. However, that moment has not arrived and at the point of this story the stamp was fresh and moist and a clear temptation for prying hands.

I was working on a particularly taxing article that was already late when my 3yo daughter appeared in the doorway naked and covered from head-to-toe in bold, black DOPE SHIT stamps.

It was branded all over her body and face and, I realised as I marched her to the sink, it was also all over the walls at toddler eye-level. She’d been particularly stamp-happy in the kitchen and dining area and I also found a few on the back of the new, white couch which was enough to wipe the slightly amused grin off my face.

I was in the midst of uncovering the degree of havoc wreaked in such a few short minutes, when my phone rang. It was our landlord’s elderly father. He hasn’t been around in a year and was in the area and wondered if he could pop by for the mail… how soon, I enquired, no he’s about a minute away, was that a problem?

Panic. I kept him outside chatting as long as possible while Christina, who helps with the kids when I’m working, scrubbed frantically at child and wall. I still can’t get over the non-serendipitous (is that even a thing) alignment of things in that moment. Particularly as I’ve been waiting months for Landlord Snr to pop in so I could show him a few things that need fixing around the house.

These will now have to wait until the next annual post collection – I think even then I will be discovering upside-down DOPE SHIT’s on the garden walls and hidden behind curtains.

Note to self: never (ever) think smugly to yourself ‘my child must be quietly playing’ but rather know they are up to something.

— Emily

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the beauty queen

Lynette Botha is ELLE magazine’s Beauty Editor, as well as a freelance writer. Her two daughters are the same age as Emily’s two and they were both pregnant at the same time, twice. Chloe is 21 months and Coco is 4 months. Lynette is also step-mom to 19-year-old Connor. Her husband Luke works as a Sales and Marketing manager in food imports and they both dream of selling everything and moving to The Seychelles.

Here Lynette gives us a little insight into her own brand of chaos!


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— Emily

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behold i’ve prepared a place for you, at last!

Preparing a nursery for your baby is a part of the pregnancy journey that I under estimated. When I was about 5 months pregnant with Willow I roused Ryan out of a Saturday afternoon slumber and insisted we start on the baby room. Together we scraped off paint, waterproofed, repainted, cleaned and basically spent a good few months doing boring stuff, before I could get busy with the fun stuff. I made a mobile, hand sewing teeny little birds with mis-matched fabric and carefully attaching them to carefully chosen twigs. I spent weeks agonising over the perfect wall tattoo. I chose curtains, scoured shops and gumtree and everything else for a compactum and a cot. I loitered in Treehouse and Mr P Home, in fits of indecision over bedding and bumpers and should she have a pillow or not, should she have a breathable mattress and what about a mobile…

You get the picture.

The result was she spent 3 months in a moses basket next to my bed and by the time we were ready to move her into the nursery we had moved house. She didn’t sleep in that nursery once. Not one single teeny weeny nap.

Anyway, what I am trying to say is that it was an important process regardless and one I didn’t appreciate until last week, when we finally prepared a room for James. Due to family coming to stay and Willow sleeping in the cot and various other factors, while I was pregnant with James we decided he would sleep in the moses basket and we’d move him into the nursery once Willow was old enough for a big bed. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I was so busy with my toddler and my business I just didn’t process it.

But last week, when I stood in the room that we had now dedicated to our son I felt incredibly emotional. It finally felt like he had arrived. Like we had a son and he’s a part of our family. A tiny, beautiful precious little son who’s arrival I hadn’t properly prepared for, or thought much about, until now. I cried a little, feeling I had missed the opportunity of ‘anticipating’ his arrival and I felt guilty. Obviously, comes with the territory. But ultimately I feel blessed. What a precious little surprise he has turned out to be.

— Emily

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