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I really should be working. Stopping in to say hello goodbye I'm late I'm late

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It's Sunday afternoon and I'm really supposed to be working. I still don't have internet at home, and using my phone as a tethering wifi hotspot, or something. I've been so busy with so many things - I've been working every night to get things going. All my little side projects, my book and my freelance work that needs to burn in open fire by 1 July. Telkom, ADSL, registrations, bank accounts, accountants, templates, logos, rate cards... You don't know. I feel so completely exhilarated and absolutely alive. I feel like I've just entered possibly the most rewarding and exciting phase of my life. 

This is something else. Everything is unpredictable right now, nothing is normal - things could change in a second and I love that. I thrive in the unknown and unexpected, it's such a rush. I'm always trying to find a way to improve everything that I do and have. A better mother, a better wife, a neater and prettier home, a better business woman, more attractive, funnier, smarter. I read, I study, I take chances, I try find solutions and I fail - man alive do I fail. I've tried to start a business three times. I had two other blogs before Raising Men that didn't work, but I keep trying and I won't stop. Every rejection, every unanswered email and every mistake just drives me harder and faster in to the unknown. Like I'm galloping blindly in to an abyss of possibility and opportunity. I've been busy and I'm loving every single second and hanging on to every tiny achievement along the way. I'm passionate about people and communication, and I need that to translate in to every single thing that I do. 

This weekend I forced myself to slow down a bit, we went to the Open Streets thingy here in Observatory. They closed off Lower Main rd to cars so that we could all ride our bicycles (not that I have one) and the kids could walk around freely, people were on skateboards... There were bands and lots of happy faces, it was very cool. Granny Annie came over and helped us tackle the garden a bit. I sorted out the lounge and set up a little temporary working space for myself. Right now the kids are with Granny. It's so cold, and I have so much to do. I can't get the fire going, I've got Eric Clapton on in the background and now... I need to get back to business. Boys this is such a big moment for mommy that you'll understand later and man alive I hope that everything works out. It has to, for you. Pictures!
























Another one of those little parenting things that I leave until the last minute.

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A WHILE ago, I was invited as part of this year's Bake Brave challenge. What a super cool initiative, campaign, design, website - all of it very rad. I was at a coffee shop with my mum when two Stork Bake Brave Secret Agents delivered a box filled with ingredients and other goodies to me. It had a lock and I had to tweet them for the code and there were photos and it was all very fun. I was tasked to bake the Turkish Delight Cake but man alive these past two weeks have been something crazy and we went away on a spontaneous trip that weekend. With all the fun we're having, and ALL the side projects - it's just too much for one little mama rabbit to get through. I love baking and I have a collection of great books sent by friends and authors. My friends call me Martha Stewart because I love my kitchen and cooking from scratch and there are so many eager little mouths to feed in the Raising Men home. I love spoiling my boys. HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR FACES?


The boys have 'Baker Day' at school. Every other Friday, one of the kids needs to take baked goods to school and all the other kids pay with a R5 and they have an apron and hat and it's all very adorable. My Baker Day with Benjamin's class is this Friday, which means I'll get to make something sweet on Thursday night, and maybe we can decorate it on Friday morning. I've gone through the World Baking Day website for inspiration and you'll love it. You can pick a recipe according to your baking skills / level. The interface is very cool and user-friendly and so so purdy. 





















I bake quite often, but for the school's Baker Day on Friday, I've chosen the Banana Muffins, because my boys just love banana. I'm going to make my own peanut butter frosting to go with it, and I got some really cool cupcake holders from the team at In Good Company the other day. Maike from We Love Pictures / Love made me do it has finally opened the Cape Town branch in Claremont - read more about it here on Emma's blog. I've been using In Good Company for all my party and decor things for about... three years now? They have the best baking accessories and decor, and their Cape Town store launch party is super soon - can't wait!

Picture of Maike and In Good Company by Emma Jane x

So I'll be making these Banana Muffins for the boys and their little friends at little school. Here is the recipe, that's also available on the World Baking Day site - such a clever little resource for busy moms. I like simple recipes so that I can add my own variations - nuts, raisins, chocolate chips, peanut butter etc. This is a very very easy and quick recipe to make, perfect for parents and simple enough for kids to follow and enjoy too. Now that we've spoken about Baker's Day, please can someone help me with a raffle sheet for a fundraiser? I'm supposed to submit it on Monday with sold tickets and right now I don't even know where it is. Hopefully the delicious muffin tactic will distract them. I WILL NEVER MAKE THE PTA. Ever. 




4 ripe bananas // 1 cup of brown sugar // 2 large eggs // 125g of melted margarine // 5ml of vanilla essence or 1/2 a vanilla bean // 1 cup of flour // 1/2 cup of oats // 1/2 cup of desiccated coconut // 5ml bicarbonate of soda // 5ml baking powder // 5ml of cinnamon

Preheat oven to 180°C and line a muffin pan with muffin liners.

1. Mash the bananas and the sugar together. Put it in a medium bowl and add the eggs, melted margarine and vanilla.

2. In a large bowl, sift the flour, bicarbonate of soda, baking powder and cinnamon together. Add coconut and oats.

3. Add the first banana mixture to the dry ingredients and mix completely.

4. Spoon mixture into muffin pans & bake for between 15 and 18 minutes until golden brown. Add chopped pecans or walnuts if you like!

Recipe by Grace Stevens -Cake Decorator, teacher and author ----> Clever girl! Have fun friends and always Bake Brave x

Blogger locked-in syndrome. A note from the author, from the heart: ME.

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I have been writing on Raising Men for about three years. Before that, I had about two or three notebooks and journals per year, since I was 12. I'm horribly sentimental and emotional - I am. I'm not going to sit here and try tell you how emotionally stable and together I am. One minute I'm (literally) bunny-hopping around the house with my toddlers, the next I'm crying buckets over Lexi in Grey's Anatomy. In a lot of ways I'm a lot like you and in other ways we have nothing in common. 



My biological father died when I was about Noah and Benjamin's age. I can never sit next to him and compare our hands, our eyes. I don't know much about him at all. My brother Neil died in a road accident when I was in my late teens and I have so little of him too. I remember we were picking out a photo for his funeral and we hardly had any. I was devastated. Even now, we don't have nearly enough photos and memories of him... But I'd been writing and taking pictures since way before then. See I always thought that's where this obsession with documenting came from. In many ways I'm a collector. I have boxes and boxes of sentimental junk - movie stubs from when I was  nine, rocks, chip packets, twigs, hair elastics - things that I can't even remember WHY I kept them in my memory box, but they're there. 

A lot of people blog, and a lot of it has become very stagnant. Old readers know that I was very personal in the beginning. I have never gone back and re-read any of those posts, nor any of my diaries from my early or late teens. I have more boxes and boxes of those that I've dragged from house to res to digs to home and back again over the years. I went back and converted a few old blog posts to drafts, like "The Deep End"  -the ones that I remember. Looking back, I can't believe how much I've grown. It took me a long time to adjust and completely fall in love with my life because everything was so... Unexpected, because I followed my heart too fast or not fast enough or at all. I had regrets. Everything is so much more dramatic and exciting when you're younger and unsettled. I was completely wild in every way, and I loved every minute of it. A lot of me felt trapped and unsatisfied for a long time, and a lot didn't make sense and everyone goes through these motions as they grow up and grow old. Someone quoted on twitter that the reason so many people feel insecure about their own lives is because you're comparing your behind-the-scenes with someone else's highlight reel. It's so true. 

For the most part and in general, I am a happy person. What makes me happy is not what makes you happy. I love questioning things, emotional things. I enjoy feeling and reading and being and Sylvia Plath and J.D Salinger, but I can also have a cute-attack over one of the bunnies scratching his nose. I'm not unhappy, not happy just... curious and trying. I'm so interested in people, communication, human behavior. I really am a modern-day Holden Caulfield, and I love that - I love being me, for the most part. I like the way I think and feel and I love the people that surround me. 

Each and every time that I talk openly online about sometimes feeling unsettled or depressed - overwhelmed, like I'm not achieving enough: I get a response from others - other human beings that have felt the same from time to time. We have all felt heartache, failure, rejection, disappointment and that is okay. Some people become introverted during those points, others eat a lot, some stop eating. Some people are very expressive about their feelings and reach out, while some people disappear completely. I write. Man alive if you could see the unpublished posts I've written, if you could see my draft folders, my emails to my friends. I write and try explain and reason with the obstacle at hand. My favorite person to write to is always my best friend Bethany or I write letters on paper to my dad that I never end up sending. For me, writing is so therapeutic; It's like it's out my heart - out my head - on to paper, and gone. I never read it or go back to it again. It's like a mental and emotional vomit that you flush away and never think about again. 




I also went through a phase where I pretended to be perfect and completely happy for about a year - even when I wasn't. For the most part, last year was probably the best of my little life to date, but there were some dark moments too - ones I didn't always share or publish. Some things really are private and sacred. For the past year I feel like I've been more of myself, like I've found my little voice and balance online. Like I've found a socially acceptable sort of crazy. When I say I'm happy - man I really am. When I say that I've got a bad case of the sads - then I really do. I'm always ricocheting between various emotions and dispositions. To the boys I'm a fun and silly mom, at work I'm a serious and intelligent businesswoman, juggling finances and strategies. To my husband I'm a best friend and seductress (lol) and between all of those there are a million tiny little things that need to be done and taken care of. Sometimes I love all of it, sometimes it's really hard. Sometimes I think I'm doing okay and other times I really worry if I'm doing the right thing, if I made all the right decisions - am I the best mom I can be? Are all our lives heading in the right direction? Can I recover from certain mistakes I've made - should I be doing any of this at all?

My life is not perfect. Your life is not perfect.If we all had to have an open show of our problems and put them on the table, I guarantee that we'd all grab our own ones back. There's a lot I don't talk about like that my mom is a little bit sick but I don't want to talk about that. Not today. I am not a fluffy, happy "look at me look at me" person (all the time). I still don't know completely who I am and what I want - I'm not even 30 yet, what do I know about anything? I look at my dad that has seen and fought in wars, lived all over the country and survived in the bush for months at a time with no food or supplies and I think "I actually don't know anything". I look at my mom that lived poorly as one of five children to unemployed parents, that lost her husband (love of her life) and had to raise three kids with no income - I look at how she made a huge success of her life, our lives, the business and properties, the success and then how she lost a son and I can't. When you go through so much, or watch other people go through so much... Everything becomes superficial. "Don't sweat the small stuff" my dad always says. He also says "Believe only half of what you see and nothing of what you hear." Another truth. 

When your life isn't perfect and when bad things happen - it is not a reflection on you. Things happen to all people - both good and bad. Some people make bad decisions, but we don't ask for the misfortunes that sometimes follow. We all roll the dice and close our eyes, cross our fingers and hope that it works out.  These bloggers and tweeters and our friends that talk about how perfect and happy everything is all the time, it's not real and if anything it's a false representation of your own life and character. I notice it because I used to do it too, and I know the back-end. I know the html that goes in to that pretty picture and it's not real. It also puts a pressure on you to keep being happier, busier, more awesome, more successful until your entire blog becomes a false representation of who you are. Who your family is. For me, pretending to be happy and perfect all the time was my darkest time, because it was the most lonely. I had also put an unrealistic pressure on my family and friends. When we were out, I'd snap away and there would be this understanding that these pictures were 'for' the blog, not for us. Not for memories. It was for the show. It's not like that now and it hasn't been like that for a while anymore, but during the dark days - it was. 

I got this comment in from a new reader yesterday, and it sparked this whole conversation and it made me realize how far I've come as a person, a writer, a mother. I want to reply to this reader and say thank you for again reminding me why I started all of this. One day this blog is going to be published to a book for my sons, for me. One day I'm going to take all the drafts you've never seen and publish them in all their honestly with integrity. Right now, I'm still keeping my memories. We all want to be heard - the universe is infinite and we all want to be noticed. Right back to cavemen that drew on to walls - they wanted to leave a message of "I was here - I existed, this is my story." That need for recognition. We see it everywhere, right up to high school with names carved in to desks and declarations of love written on the back of bathroom doors in lipstick. Vandalism, or is it just human beings looking for their presence, their big fat "I was here... And I mattered." This was the comment from a reader yesterday, and it meant so much. You don't know what it's like sometimes. Our relationship is very one-sided. I have no idea what any of you think of me, my thoughts, my memories and my fears. What other people think of you is none of your business, and that's not why I write. I write because I want to matter, I want my life to matter. I want a documentation of what I went through - like this is my caveman painting and one day my body will turn to dust and earth and my children will move on without me and their children and theirs and the world doesn't stop, ever. I'm trying to make it stop for me, for my family. The comment: 

"I have known about your blog for a while. I heard people talking about "Raising Men" a lot. But I never actually read it. Mostly, to be honest, because I knew it was a "mommy blog", and because I am not remotely ready to have kids. And then, for some reason, I started reading it. And I got completely sucked in. I went right back to the beginning and have been reading it a bit like a novel. 


I have just looked at the clock and seen that it is after 4. Fok. I have done FRIGHTENINGLY little work today. I was actually irritated when I had to go to a meeting earlier.

You write so beautifully, but mostly I have just been blown away by your honesty. But this is exactly what blogging should be about - a window into a life. The start of a conversation. Honest. Engaging. Funny. Profound. Thought-provoking. And I'm only on 2011! Christ. I might as well kiss productivity goodbye for the rest of the week. Well, that's fine."


Thank you so much for your comment and for reminding me why I started all of this - reminding me to be real and to document with integrity and honestly - within my sacred limits and privacy. To writing - in all it's unsolicited glory x

The crumbs after the biscuits. The dishes after the dinner. The morning.

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So yesterday's post *looks down, shuffles feet* Within two or three hours, it had become my most popular post to date - in three years. I received an influx of support, emails, tweets, messages... Mostly from people that I had never met or spoken to before. I opened up my heart to you and it opened up my inbox. It was amazing to talk to and 'meet' a few of you that hide behind Raising Men's blog stats. I was completely emotionally flattened by the kind words - I was literally shaking when I hit publish on that post. It's those little moments that take our breath away and make us feel alive. My heart pumped bubblegum milkshake when I read Stacey's comment, something that I will keep and cherish for the rest of my life - until I'm old and gray and crazy: "You are so. damn. real. You write with an honest simplicity that reaches right into a person's chest cavity and touches their heart. You are first and foremost a writer. A writer who just happens to blog. Don't even think about stepping away from behind your keyboard." I cried (I freakin' love crying) because I so badly do want to be a writer, because I've never considered myself to be one. Raising Men has grown my confidence in buckets and bunny hops, but I suspect I'll always be insecure and shy about this stuff. All I really want is to be an author, and it's hard to admit because it makes me feel so. damn. vulnerable. 

I'm a bit knackered from yesterday; the nerves and everything that came out with it. It was like I held my breath and thousands of little digital arms wrapped themselves all around me real tight until I exhaled again. You know? So anyway. After all that seriousness. How cute are these bunnies? Totally cute. The images are mostly sourced from The Daily Bunny. Okay bye.





Benjamin's first Baker Man Day at big little school today. Bring on the cute!

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Benjamin had his first Baker's Day at school today. Last night mommy and daddy sat up until way after bedtime making 17 cupcakes (and extras for the teachers too!). We got the cupcake recipe from the World Baking Day site and I received a few great ingredients from Stork that I was keen to make use of. I also had a whole container of NoMU's Dark Chocolate Cocoa Powder that I knew would be a hit. You don't understand how tangy, chocolaty and creamy that icing was. I love baking, and I love spoiling the boys. Baker's Day is this thing they do at school... Every Friday just one of the kids' parents bake or buy a few treats for their child to 'sell' to his class. Each child pays for the treat with a R5 and this goes toward the school's fundraising project for cool things like more sand pits, a bike track etc. I love their school so much, they make every little thing so special for the kids.

I know it would be so much easier to run out and buy cupcakes on the morning, but I love doing these little things together as a family. I love licking out the bowl, and for the boys to see us making things from scratch. It's more rewarding for us, although we have been guilty of the odd 'pick something up from the shops' moments when in a pickle or just feeling lazy. Don't tell my mom! Kidding... She reads my blog (jammer mamma) Thanks so much Stork and NoMU for the family spoils. Benjamin's first Baker Man Day was a huge hit! His teacher even sent me these really sweet pictures from her phone this morning. What a proud little guy! PS Look at the cupcake right by his hand. Notice how it's missing a cherry? Happy baking guys x 


I'm looking for a Cape Town representative to attend a Mama Mio event!

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One of the great things about being a writer and owning some pretty media space is that I get invited to great little events and asked to review a few super places that I otherwise wouldn't get to experience. This weekend, I have some special training going on, so I won't be able to attend the Kate Middleton Royal Baby Shower - brought to you by Poise and Mama Mio, and hosted at the newly launched Langaro Lifestyle Studio, in Camps Bay. This little media event takes place on Saturday, the 8th of June. There will be treats, fun, games and loads of pampering. I've written about Mama Mio many times - their products are fantastic. 

So I'm looking for a little Raising Men correspondent. You need to live in Cape Town and be available this Saturday morning. I'd also love a mini report back on Monday, in my inbox - and I really want to feel like I was there! 

So send me an email: typingaugust@gmail.com with a great reason why you'd be the perfect correspondent and Raising Men representative, and I'll pick someone by Wednesday to go on my behalf. Sound like fun? Sure will be! 



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Woolworths launches Winter range & Child Safety campaign for our babas.

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The new Woolworths Winter range for kids and babies is available in store and online now until it all sells out. The outfits are colourful and fun with Tiny Indian and The Great Outdoors themes. They've also incorporated a Woodlands theme for the boys, which I obviously love. 

Did you know that Woolies has just launched a Child Safety campaign, having joined forces with Childsafe for August's Child Safety month? Further, to protect our little ones, they've built child safety in to their clothing. All their kid and babywear are made in a pin-free zone and all garments are passed through a metal detector before it leaves the factory. They've also ensured that all draw-cords, a potential choking hazard, are securely tacked so that they can't be pulled out, and they aren't used in baby or toddler tops at all. 
  
There are lots of little things to consider when it comes to taking care of a child. New parents and parents-to-be will enjoy many helpful benefits by joining Littleworld for free. Expert info, parents’ tips, vouchers, giveaways and Woolies innovations are just a few ways in which Woolworths is there with you on your journey through parenthood. How cute are these outfits and babas? Man I want a little girl right now! 





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Hello little chickens. What noise does a penguin make? Go to your room!

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Guy-s. I've been a busy mama-rabbit. I'm also a mama-bird now, but more on that later. Have I told you and whined about how busy I am lately? Not out-of-control-I-hate-my-life busy, just good and productive, moving-forward busy. I wanted to stop to write a quick note and complain about my two gorgeous and infuriating, amazing boys. 



Noah you were a sulky, clingy boy at school last week. We couldn't figure out what the matter was with you! We kept looking for signs and reasons for you being so super weird - checking for changes at home, me looking for signs of trauma in your school drawings, checking you for a fever, your glands. You're a strange boy in the very best way. You will never offer information - I need to  be patient and wait for it to come out with you and sometimes at the strangest times. On Saturday we were waiting for daddy in the car - he'd run in to the shops. You had a new toy and Benjamin was being a complete freak in the car, making so much noise and wanting to get out of his car seat and wanting my phone and wanting godonlyknowswhat and among the chaos of me trying to console him from the front seat, you said "Mommy, teacher says that 'the girl' is never coming back to school." And I froze. Remember this story about the girl at his school that he has a little crush on? Apparently she hadn't been at school. I completely ignored Ben (sorry dude I still don't even know what you were freaking out about and sometimes I can only ignore you until you get over whatever it is - that you don't like the color of your car seat or the length of your foot and other exhaustion-induced irrationals) and I texted your teacher to ask about all of this. I really tried not to make a big deal, but I'm not very good at that. Apparently she hadn't been at school for two weeks which explained so much about your hesitation to let go of my leg in the mornings. You really do like her, don't you buddy? Daddy dropped you at class this morning and she's BACK. Apparently you ran up to her and gave her a hug and you guys were so happy to see each other. 



Noah you are growing in to such a sensitive and kind little boy. You're so smart and your memory is astounding. You love drawing - you sit and make doodles of your family and surroundings for ages. Daddy has promised to get you your own little book (moleskine) and special pen that is just for you. He said it's just your book and you can keep it with you all the time and draw in it whenever you like. Daddy asked if you'd like that and you looked down in your shy and bashful way and said "yes please". We're going to pick one out for you this weekend and wrap it up nice and special for you. We also went to a beeeeg toy shop on Sunday and we asked you guys what you wanted and that you could pick something and you chose a xylophone, a harmonica and a little drum. You and Bunny have been making beautiful 'music' together. I love that you chose musical instruments over spider man, cars, action figures and helicopters.



Benjamin! I am using my best cross mommy voice here. Dude, you are being IMPOSSIBLE. You are the most infuriating little naughty that I have ever met. You are going through this major 'no' phase. Major completely ignoring me phase. You won't get out of bed in the morning, especially now in winter. You freak out over everything. You're so damn cute and soft and gentle so it makes it even harder to get annoyed with you, but man alive I will get you back in line eventually. You are so sensitive over everything right now - not because anything is actually wrong, but because you're just being ridiculous. Over everything. Like last night, Noah picked up a sponge and you had a complete meltdown because obviously as he picked it up you decided that you wanted to pick it up too. When I say meltdown, I mean it took me an hour to calm you down. I had to wash you against your will, dry you, dress you and try brush your hair and get you in to bed with no cooperation while you had a complete emotional breakdown over a sponge. Somewhere along all of it I just burst out laughing because it was actually just hilarious how irrational you were. This made you cry more. I'm sorry. You're at this stage between toddler and boy - you're almost three (!!) and I guess I need to hang on to your silliness for as long as I can. The other night you sat at the fire and played the harmonica and made up a song about a crayfish. That was crying on a boat. Because he wanted his mommy. You make my heart physically ache in it's deepest parts and I love you but it's not okay to dig steak knives out the drawers and try cut up an apple by yourself and it's not okay to cry for forty-five-minutes because I won't give the knife back to you. 



Both of you take too long to do everything. Jussie you guys can phaff. It takes you for-freakin-ever to get out of the house in the morning. Then in to the car. Then out of the car. Then in to your class. Fetching you from school has become a brand new obstacle course, but I love your happy little excited faces when you see me. Noah you've taken to reprimanding us when we take too long to fetch you, same as I used to moan at my dad. I was always the last kid to be fetched from Dolfyntjie (little dolphin) and I really am trying to not put you in that box - I promise. Can you just work with me and get your gorgeous little bum dressed and ready in the morning? I have never met anyone in my life that takes that long to get ready - not even the queen of hearts. 

I love having two boys. I love having them at this age gap (22 months apart - one calendar year apart eg when Ben is in grade 1, Noah will be in grade 2) and even though the first year as hard as hell, it seems like a new little chapter has started. The two of you are playing together so well - you can spend hours just playing in your room, watching movies together, building train sets, making music, looking at books. It breaks my mommy heart. You do absolutely everything together - you share a room with two single beds and we've even pushed your beds together to make one big bed for you. Some nights you sleep right up against one another. You bath together, eat together, play together, go to school together - you are like mash and gravy, bacon and eggs, cheese and toast. I love watching you grow up together. I love watching the little acts of kindness and affection between you, watching you share, love and consider one another. Sometimes I even love watching you fight and tussle and scuffle and we mostly leave you to fight it out. Noah you used to be a lot bigger than Ben and now you guys are the same size and it's interesting watching the dynamic change between you. You've learned to use your mind instead of your body to overpower him. Like usually if you wanted a toy Ben had, you would just take it. Now Ben defends himself and has a good grip so now you try reason with him "Ben if I can have a turn with that toy, then you can have this one" and sometimes you manipulate the socks off him like "Ben, look there! A dinosaur, in mommy's room" and Ben is gullible and gets up and abandons his toy for you to take. Don't think I don't watch you. 

Watching movies on my laptop in Stanford


I'm loving this age that you guys are at right now. I love that you still jump in to bed with us in the middle of the night, that you hop on to our laps for cuddles and hugs, that we still mean the world to you and that your eyes light up like disco balls when you see us. 

It's okay that you're noisy. It's okay that you argue, fight and it's okay when you're completely unreasonable. It's okay to freak out sometimes and have little tantrums and it's okay if you make a killer racket 'catching dinosaurs' at 6am when it's still dark. I need to play with you guys more and cherish these times with you. It's okay that you're not perfect, and I don't need you to be. I just need you to know how damn much I love you. 

Bigger than table mountain. Ten times everything you say. 


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South Africa's top mommy blogs. Parenting blogs. Moms who blog in SA

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There's a little bit of competitiveness in every industry and profession - especially the publishing industry. Bidding on images, exclusive articles, the newest news, the sauciest interviews, the most in-depth report, best coverage - it's there. Enter digital and there are loads of different bloggers that all blog for different reasons and some do share news and exclusive content, but parenting blogs generally don't. There isn't and shouldn't be any competitiveness in this genre at all and there mostly isn't. 



Moms who blog generally want to share and cherish their memories, document their children's lives or build a memoir of their life as a family. We're not here to be the first to break the news on BPA-free bottles and other irrelevancies. There's no competition, unless you're all "my kid was crawling at 6 weeks and yours wasn't" which is weird either way. Over the past few years I've built, broken, rebuilt and created relationships with some of South Africa's very finest moms who also blog. We've argued over birth, hospitals, platforms, pictures, events. We've celebrated, we've joint hands to support charities and projects close to our hearts and we'd shared each other's milestones. 


Some of these bloggers have become best, close friends with one another in real life. I've met and hung out with most of these gals as a lot of us work in media, PR and publishing. Sometimes we work on the same campaigns together, and a few of us whatsapp each other until midnight over our lives, concerns and sometimes just to have an innocent little skinner. We tweet each other at 2am when our kids have woken up, we support each other's blogs, writing, new businesses and parenting obstacles. It's strange and sort of wonderful how these friendships form over the years - and how we all have little nicks and cuts from the industry that we share too. Mostly we all love to write, share, document and communicate the little otherwise ordinary moments of our precious lives. 



I often get asked by brands, friends and readers to share a few of my other favorite South African blogs that write about parenting. I know that you'll grow to love these women as much as I do - and you'll notice how extremely unique and original each of these blogs are -with their own voice, message and creative presence. Thanks for being on my reading list girls - and thanks for keeping it real. In no particular order, these are my top twelve moms who blog in South Africa (including me because I like my own blog sometimes too!) 

Vanessa Lewis - Ninasaycheese Blog 
Vanessa is a gorgeous, talented and really good person & mommy. She is a photographer, mother and a creative. She does styling too, and her favourite subject is her picturesque daughter, Nina - Noah's future bride (against both their wills, I don't care) Her website, children's photography and style is so Alice in Wonderland meets Wes Anderson meets Michel Gondry. Have fun getting lost. 

Stacey Vee - Living Lionheart
Stacey is a brilliant writer and also a great person with a good heart. She is definitely my writing muse, and I love everything about her blog. An extract about her: Stacey Vee’s been doing this media shizzle for 13 years, and likes to brag that back when her boobs were perky she worked for FHM. No, she did not wear a bikini to the office. Why do people always ask that?

She started the Living Lionheart blog when her eldest son Travis was born with a rare brain malformation called Septo Optic Dysplasia. That’s the long medical name. The ‘sexy’ name is De Morsier syndrome. But there’s nothing sexy about raising a child with special needs. 

Natasha Clark - Raising Men 
This is me! Hi. I work in social media by profession and I have a background in writing, tv production, public relations, picture & video editing. I have folders filled with unfinished novels, boxes of hand-written journals and an embarrassing box of written and published poems. I love writing, communicating and I'm painfully sentimental. Our family is not perfect, but we love each other. So much.

Nicki Dadic - One of the Boys
I love Nicki. I've not loved her, but I've always liked her. We've had silly arguments as mothers, but we always find a way back in to each other's inbox. Her blog is fantastic and her heart is softer than the inside of turkish delights. She really is the darling of the mommy bloggers!

Her bio: Tattooed wife to David, mum to Luca & Mika, digital marketing & social media gal, full-time Gleek, part-time blogger, Wine Gum addict & eternal optimist.I am pretty much an open book. I wear my heart on my sleeve and give EVERYONE the benefit of the doubt. I am naive like that, and it has bitten me in the ass once or twice. But that’s who I am … I’ll love you till you give me a reason not to. My husband, best friend and partner-in-crime, David. The poker playing, Croatian attorney … seriously. I love him to bits, even though there are moments in our lives when we’d both like to strangle one another. But that’s life! I've always believed that something (or someone) worth fighting for is what you really want in life.

Tamaryn Watkins - Exmi
She is funny, wise, witty and sarcastic. Follow her everywhere you can for your daily fix of chirps and thoughts. From her bio: I am mother to The Kid. He was born in November 2007. I’d moved up to Joburg to start my second degree (a Masters’ degree in Public Law) and fell pregnant a month after moving out of my fathers’ house. Needless to say my dad was charmed. Not. But, even though The Kid was unplanned, he’s totally changed my life for the better. And I have absolutely no complaints about being his mom.

Cath Jenkin - Cath Jenkin 
Oh Cath how I've loved getting to know you. Cath is incredibly real, honest and caring. She is a professional writer and has all the talents you wish you had. She's a Media Consultant. Writer. Columnist. Mama. Loves clever mondegreens & a good meme. She lives in Durban, works everywhere - it's called the Internet. She holds a Bachelors’ Degree in Communications and English. You'll love her blog - it's from the heart and soul of her fingertips. 

Sharon van Wyk - The Blessed Barrenress 
Sharon is a great writer and a very real and great mom. Her bio: Wife to Walter. Mom to Ava and Hannah. Lover of food, wine and a good time with my family and friends, I was once broken and barren but now I am beautifully blessed. After 7 years of battling with infertility and recurrent pregnancy loss which included 2 surgeries, countless timed and medicated cycles, numerous IUI’s (Inter Uterine Insemination’s) 4 fresh IVF’s (Invitro Fertilization), one Frozen Embryo Transfer & 7 first trimester miscarriages, I finally became a mother after my husband and I decided to pursue adoption.This is their story, with their two beautiful daughters - Hannah and Ava.

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Celeste Barlow - The Reluctant Mom 
I've always loved Celeste's blog. I found it when I was expecting Benjamin and her blog managed to articulate a lot of what I was feeling at the time. She is hauntingly real and extremely funny without trying at all. Her bio: I often think somehow I am faking my way through the day, and that someone is going to realise that I am actually still fifteen years old. I live in Cape Town, and work in print and production. I juggle three children, and work full time – some days better than others.

I struggle with depression and an anxiety disorder – presently not on medication, but take each day as it comes. well, that idea worked until it didn’t.  Late June 2011, I opted back on to as much medication as my pharmacist and friendly pill doctor would legally allow. I hate jazz, with a passion I cannot describe.

Jeanette Verster - The Real Jenty
Jenty is a telented and professional photographer, geek, friend and a very busy mom of two. Her bio: I'm a Jozi mom of 2 boys with too many things on my plate. This is my space to try and make sense of all those things and tell stories (with loads of photos) about the places we've been and what we've seen and done. Her photographs are beautiful and her soul is good - follow Jeanette for a beautiful documentation and inspirational photo projects. 

Fee has become a friend of mine through our comments as I started on this blogging adventure. She's sweet, her kids are amazing and her family is so real. She's always there for you, she's so down to earth and she still has a pair of my sunglasses that I forgot at a party. Her bio: I’m a Joburg girl who plays the role of mom, wife, software tester, amateur photographer and aspiring blogger all wrapped into one.  “Remember when” has given me the opportunity to do the things I love best, being nostalgic and capturing moments in time.  I want to live for today but I want to leave something behind for tomorrow.  I want this blog to be a peep hole into our life.   A souvenir.  A token.  A keepsake of our everyday life. 

Margot Bertelsmann - Jou Ma se Blog
She is a brilliant writer and you have to give her blog a read. Our kids are just about the same age with the same age gap, and she is the nicest person. Her bio: "What doesn't kill you makes you funnier," as the great philosopher Keyes observed. (Nah, the other one. You know, *Marian* Keyes...) I am 37 years old and mother to King Felix and Prince Richie.

Also ex-digital publisher of magazine brands' online incarnations, ex-magazine editor, ex-moviegoer, ex-drink-enough-wine-to-become-hysterically-animated,-inappropriately-divulging-and-then-maudlin person, ex-stay-awake-beyond-midnighter. 
Now I try to navigate my way through parenthood, and living in the hecticness that is Joburg and South Africa. I DO succumb to the odd rant about politics, crime and social issues too...

Kathryn Rossiter - Becoming You 
Kathryn's blog is a great resource for lists, info, events, travel, news, venues and all things parenting! She's a lovely person and we often bump in to each other at media events here in the Cape Town. Becoming You is about inspiration and her journey of discovering herself and her little space to be something other than someone's mom. 

Guys there are LOADS of other parenting blogs - there are literally thousands. I hope that you like this list that I put together of some of the nicest, most popular mommy blogs in South Africa with good readerships and relationships. I consider each of these a friend and I hope that you enjoy getting to know them too - right here on the internets. I'm sorry if I left anyone out - this really is just my personal little list of blogs that I've somehow bonded with over the past three years. I work in PR by profession, and these gals are a pleasure to work with too. Happy reading and I'll create another list soon - there really are that many great parents that blog! x

The Raising Men correspondent has been selected. Welcome Sarah-Jane

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I was recently on the hunt for a representative to attend a media event for me, the Kate Middleton Mama Mio baby shower, hosted by the newly launched Langaro Lifestyle Center. I received loads of entries - thanks so much guys. I have kept all your details in some sort of inbox filing system for future reference. I got the sweetest email from this gal, Sarah-Jane Vincent and she said...

I feel that I would be the perfect corespondent for Raising Men because...
Whilst I do not have any kids of my own, I have lots of little cousins ranging between 6 months and 5 years and have attended (and emergency hosted) many a baby shower, so I feel like I could navigate the event with ease.
I am also a copywriter ( I love writing) and have a keen eye for detail. This includes an obsession to take pictures of everything I see ( to the point where my friends are considering sending me to counseling as I am addicted to Instagram) So not only would you get a pretty little write up in your inbox come Monday, you would get pics too  
The main reason though - I LOVE your blog and I would be honoured to think I contributed to a little piece of it. 

Sarah-Jane was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. She started her tertiary education at Vega, the School of Brand Leadership. She graduated with a distinction in Copywriting and then pursued an Honours degree in Creative Brand Communications and Strategy. She has since worked for companies such as Y&R Cape town and has now settled at a smaller more intimate agency, Hg80. She loves everything design and has a particular affinity for Instagram. Sarah has a passion for the written word and can often be found with her nose in a book (or pressed up against a computer screen). For her, writing is more than just words on a page, because words are living things. They have a personality, a point of view and an agenda. They give meaning to the world around us. 



Welcome to the Raising Men team Sarah-Jane, and I really hope that you enjoy the event. I expect a full (Instagrammed) report back on Monday. Have bunches and bundles of fun! 

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Mommy and Daddy hit the town. And then got home at 10:30pm. Whoohoo!

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The other night Graeme arranged a babysitter and took me out for some dinner. This might sound normal to non-parents: Dinner? Big deal. You don't know. Getting home at night is madness. I don't even know what regular people sans kids do when they get home from work. To a quiet house? A clean one? Do you walk over to the kettle and make yourself a cup of tea? Do you go sit on the couch? Browse through a magazine? Fiddle on your phone? TELL ME OF YOUR ADVENTURES. 

We get home at the same time with two toddlers tucked under our arms. Two toddlers, two laptop bags, one handbag, two school bags and two lunch cooler boxes. Most nights, include a few bags of shopping and a rogue shoe / bottle / toys that we'd found in the car. Even getting out the car can take half the night. Once inside, the kids are on a super high from school, friends, games and playing punch-buggy all the way home in the car. Ohmyfreakingosh there are a lot of Beetles in Cape Town. 



We get home and the boys scurry off to their rooms / the lounge and it starts with I want juiiiice, I want teaaa pleaaaaaase mommy pleaaaaaaaase can you make me tea. You might not know this yet, but busy boys are always thirsty. You will go through more ceres mix juice, oros and rooibos than you thought possible. Times that by ten. They want more juice than that. One of us starts making supper while the other one gets the boys' bath ready. I cannot stress this enough - I don't know how single moms do this suicide hour. Well, I do and you can do it but man alive your life is so much more convenient and things happen so much faster when you have a team mate or co-parent.


Once the boys are in the bath, I make their rooibos bottles and a snack, get their pj's ready, turn their beds down and get a little movie or cartoon ready for them. Lately this is usually 101 Dalmations or Marie Poppins. One of us finishes up dinner while the other one unpacks the boys' school bags, lunch boxes and makes everyone's lunch for the next day - sandwiches, snacks, juice bottles etc. Getting the boys out the bath, dressed, teeth brushed, dressed and warm is another obstacle because they're so busy laughing, squirming and playing together while you're man-handling their socks on to their feet. 

We all have dinner together, then we play a bit in the lounge and chat with the boys. We make a fire lately and daddy and I have a glass of wine while the boys either play with their musical instruments, sing or we read a few books - The Gruffalo and The Rhyming Rabbit are their favourites! Then we make them another set of bottles and one of us will sit with them in their room and watch a bit of a movie with them until they fall asleep - a lot earlier lately, but between 8 and 8:30, sometimes 9pm. 



By now Grays and I are buggered. When you're a full time working parent with kids, you sometimes sit down for the first time at 9pm. I don't know what it's like to get home and do whatever I want to do. We have certain duties and tasks to complete like bath, dinner, prep, lunches, cleaning, story, playtime, bed time - it's all a steady routine and believe me when I say that we love our lives. We love the boys and this lifestyle is what makes us happy and gives us pleasure, reward and joy. I can't even remember what my life was like before I had kids - I don't know what I used to do with my time. Everything before them feels so meaningless now. 

But sometimes you really just want to walk in to your own house after work, and sit on your own couch and not have to deal with anyone or anything else. 



So when I say "Graeme arranged a sitter and we went out" it really is a big deal. I put on some perfume and we were out of there by 6:30pm. We went to dinner. Sushi, salmon roses, wine, drinks. When you have a few hours to play you make them count. Do you even know how much great babysitters (that your kids love) charge an hour? We had such a great little mini party, walked around our neighborhood, popped in to see a completely unknown band that was pretty darn good. It's so much fun to 'party' as a couple. By party I mean we got home around 10:30pm completely  tired, but having four hours of just us was magical. Just to skip the whole routine for one night every now and then is really nice.



If you don't do it already: As parents you need to take a little break sometimes and do those little things that you want to do too. I love the boys and I honestly prefer their company over anyone else's but you need to go on little dates with your partner & lovurrr to laugh and be merry together. I just wanted to remember this right now - how I feel today and how much I love being married in this little world that we made. I want to remember it for when things aren't great and I can hop on back here and remember all of these wonderful little moments that are so easy to forget. Thank you for picking me x



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Bunny House family announcement number one: Graeme Bettles Design.

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We've been a busy couple lately. Graeme works in advertising as an Art Director meaning he does a lot of creative, brainstorming, print, radio and TV ads. He's won loads of awards, traveled to Cannes... He is really good at this advertising business. The boys love watching his ads and shouting "It's daddy's work it's daddy's work!" He's just moved agencies to one of the top, most prestigious and awarded agencies in the country - King James. With clients like Allan Gray, Kulula,  Steri Stumpie, Santam, Johnnie Walker, Burger King and Bells... He's sure to have a good time there, and he is. 

Something else that Grays has always been passionate about is design. It's been a fun side project for him and after exhibiting at Design Indaba this year, so many opportunities have opened up. So many orders, exposure, new systems and structure. The Sitting Lamp (with custom made white shade) is now also available at Weylandts nationwide. Isn't that amazing?

He's busy working on new designs with his manufacturer right now, and those will be launching with his new little website - which we're all working on at the moment. I cannot wait to reveal his new designs and shout it from the tablemountaintops. Kidding. That cable car freaks me out.

It's something crazy to have so many side projects while working a full time job and being a full-time parent. We've always had a great entrepreneurial spirit and it's so rewarding to watch your biggest love and passions drip over in to your bank account, slowly. It's rewarding because it's yours. Nobody else can touch it or tell you to change it. You have full control over something, and there's a certain confidence that comes with watching your own little idea become a mini success. It's rewarding and it scares the rabbits out of you at the same time because suddenly you  wonder if you actually do have potential. It's quite comfortable to sit around and not do much, but when you get that confirmation that you might be good at something or have a talent or that you may be able to take ownership of your own career... It's scary. It's like you've just become responsible for yourself in a different way. It's a creative independence that I can't explain. 

I sort of (not really) understand how people can get addicted to gambling. It's like you're looking at these cards... this deal. You figure... This is a pretty good hand (idea). I don't know if it's good enough to win. I don't know if it's good enough to make any money. I don't know what everyone else has and what they will think of my hand and most probably someone might have a better hand (idea, company, client, blog, design) than me but I'm gonna try anyway. I'm going to be confident about this one thing and it might not work but I'm going to try anyway. It's just a game, it's just money... I want to try.

Building a brand is obviously different and can take years. Grays loves advertising and I don't think he'll ever leave it, but it's been great watching his little design process over the past two years. Watching him do the little sketch, get it made. Watching him open his first magazines with mentions and interviews about his lamps. Watching him pack his first orders. I'm so proud of this man and I love watching all of this grow so naturally around him. I hope that the boys will feed off our spontaneity and that they will push themselves to achieve and conquer all sorts of obstacles and that they'll have confidence in themselves. That they'll take chances and believe that they can achieve great things, because I know them and I know that they can do absolutely anything. They can even get me out of bed at 4am to make them tea, so they've already set the standard in the otherwise unachievable.  

It's like my dad always said: "If you love what you do, you'll never work another day in your life." Here's to working hard right now so we can play later. Here's to many late nights, cups of coffee, packing boxes, peeling stickers, designing websites, glasses of wine and Eric Clapton. I'm so proud. More announcements to come... SO MUCH NEWS. 


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Cadbury Joyville presents even more reasons & excuses to eat chocolate.

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Last week a few of us very lucky media folk were invited to the launch of Cadbury Joyville. We met at The Wheel at the V & A Waterfront with the rest of the Joyville team - all festive and dressed in purple. We were waiting on transport to take us to a secret location when a fleet of about eight classic, vintage cars moved past and parked in a perfect row along the Waterfront. As if all at once, all the drivers parked, stepped out and opened the passanger sides - holding the doors open for us. We were just like... What? Cars from the 50s and 60's and I'm talking Rolls Royce, Citroen, Jaguar, Bentley... All the big guys. As Mike said, he was rolling hard in the Bentley. I felt like Betty Draper at the back of the 1959 black Citroen. They drove us all along Chapman's Peak drive and back in to town where we met up with the rest of the Joyville team.

Bailey and I waiting for our ride with presents... And I got the 1960 solid black Citroen! 




The teams were dressed in air hostess and pilot costumes and we got passports that needed to be stamped. We got beautiful gift boxes filled with chocolates and other surprises for the mini road trip too. Every little detail was captured. We got to the venue and there were snacks, balloons, white leather couches, pretty fruity drinks, a warm welcome and a great presentation by the Cadbury Brand Manager on all things joyful. We got to see the new packaging, try the new flavors, see the new advertising and some of the new TV ad too - you're going to love it. Mike Sharman was our host and he did a great job. We played Twister and Kim and I totally beat everyone at all the things. I have a whole collection of completely embarrassing photos of us at all angles which you will. never. see.








We thought that was it and that we couldn't experience any more joy, but we did. We were escorted to another venue where they served the most unbelievable feast of food. You don't know. Mini wraps, burgers, eclairs, dark chocolate mousse with marshmallow meringue, sushi, pies and pastries, cake, cupcakes, rolls, strawberries with bowls of melted chocolate... Guys you don't know. I wished that I was a dairy milk cow with four stomachs. Man alive I love food and I eat a lot of it. THERE WAS SO MUCH JOY. There was also an open bar. And bowling. I teamed up with another gang and Kim again and I totally came fifth. There were only five of us in the team. I am really, really bad at bowling or throwing... aiming... Just anything that requires any sort of hand-eye coordination at all. Don't invite me. I will make you look bad.

You can't see it here but Kim has joy (purple) all over her face. Also, I am sucking at bowling. That is my LOSER face. 


We stayed and mingled for a while. There were prizes, giveaways and more games. There was a tie and there was ching-chong-cha which you guys know is how we settle any argument in my house. Standard. At the end of it, Captain Joy and his team all released our balloons of happiness and we went home with more chocolate, goodies, teddies and gifts than we could carry. Everything about Cadbury is just filled with decadence.




Yes yes Tash you ate your piggy face out and lost at bowling but what does any of this have to do with ME or my life? Everything. Here is their new packaging, and new flavours - all available in store now. Also introducing my new favourite - Top Deck with Mint. Genius. For more information visit Glass and a Half and join them on the Cadbury Dairy Milk Facebook page DO IT FOR THE CHOCOLATE. Okay bye.













Images by Emma Jude Jackson and Mike Sharman 

When I'm a part time housewife full time mom part time owner of an agency.

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I will fetch the boys from school early spontaneously and take them to the park or for lunch or ice cream
I’ll shop for groceries in the middle of the day sometimes while the shops are quiet
I will start dinner at 4pm and cook more special meals. More lasagnes, less mac and cheese.
I will pack the boys’ lunch boxes earlier in the afternoon and spend more time on them
I will have dinner ready by the time all my men are home. I love taking care of and treating them
I’ll spend more time talking to the boys’ nanny and drinking tea with her
I’ll be a part-time housewife
I’ll plan more crafts and activities for the boys to do. I'll spend more time planning fun things for them to do. 
I'm going to miss public holidays
I’ll work from coffee shops and from my garden and under trees (especially during school holidays)
I’ll sort the boys’ drawings in to folders
I’ll get pictures printed and framed for our house. For photo albums.
I will be more refreshed when my boys get home from school
I'm going to miss my friends at work and our silliness and games and private jokes. Even the skinner! 
I'll have more energy to hang out with my husband too 
Things will be more organized and better planned
Everything won’t be as rushed. Nothing will be last minute. I'll be more present at home.
I'm going to miss being part of a team
I will pay myself a salary on the 25th of each month. I have never been paid on the 25th
I will stop and start working when I feel like it, deadline permitting
I will have long lunches with clients to discuss exciting projects and build relationships
I will put my heels and make up on every day, even when I work from the couch. Even if I'm not meeting clients. 
I will still get out of bed at 7am and get ready with the family
During my lunch breaks I will walk to my own kitchen and make myself something fresh & healthy
I won't need my headphones. I can play whatever music I like, as loud as I want
I will go to client offices and work from there while we're mid project. I won't get lonesome.
I'll be more relaxed and feel more in control of my own time and career
I'll have more flexi time to help Graeme with his side projects too

I hate this in-between phase right now. I'm itching and scratching to move and get things going in a big way. I can't sleep or think or focus on anything else but this right now. I love new beginnings, I love challenges and new projects. This move has so many perks but I'm so scared.

I worry about failing. Starting your own thing is exciting, but seriously... What if I don't make any money? I'm worried all the time. I'm excited all the time. Things are moving fast and it's rewarding and unnerving but I'm loving every minute of it all I really am. I (sort of) know that everything is going to be perfect, I know this is all going to work out I just do. And I can't wait! Life is about taking chances and this is a big leap with no safety net in sight. Let's go! 
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