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Sam is 8!

8!  Finally!  There are so many milestones that this number represents for our young Sambo.  Between 7 and 8 he went from tiny baby teeth to big adult teeth.  Short hair to long and back again.  Adventurous eating, baking up a storm, hanging out with cousins, and so much more. 

Samuel Hayes

But there is also a lot that hasn’t changed.  Lego is still his #1 favourite hands on toy of all time.  Lately, Playmobil has featured a bit too. Of course, like most boys his age who have half the chance to get onto any kind of electronic goodies, Sam loves computer games and minecraft.  He only gets to play it once in a very blue moon, but loves the creativity and the exploration.  Still, Lego is always first place.  His favourite creations are his own multi-functional ones – nothing quite like being regaled with the intricate workings of his latest creation, along with missile launchers, machine guns and who knows what else. 

Samuel Hayes

This year, Sam’s schooling has taken off.  He spent most of first grade hating the discipline of seatwork.  This year?  While he still would much rather be playing outside, with Lego or on the computer, he has upped his game big time.  He now loves his grammar and phonics book, Explode the Code, loves maths and is fast catching up to his big sister in the maths department.  I have pretty much chucked spelling with the kids – they do do Spelling City from time to time, but nothing too strict.  Sam’s spelling has vastly improved just through reading and writing emails to family.  Loving that!  He even took it upon himself to enter the Short Story Day Competition this year and was one of the three winners for his age category of kids 9 and under!  Best of all?  Afrikaans!  This boy has been eavesdropping on his sister’s Afrikaans lessons and asked to start doing simple Afrikaans books about half way through this year.  I’m blown away with what he knows and so easily picks up.  He may well be the one who just gets languages.  That thrills my soul, as it’s my one desired super power – to be able to understand and speak every language of the world.


Samuel Hayes

Sam is still our mischievous boy – loving pranks.  I’ve lost count how many times he has dived out at me from behind doors or curtains.  He loves drama – fully into the drama classes he has been taking this year – and fully into taking part in the kids’ almost daily plays or musical numbers.  Loves adventures – like zip-lining earlier this year and 4x4ing with dad.  Loves creepy crawly things.  We’ve not tested his fear of cockroaches this year, but he seems to have lost his fear of all other creepy things.  Nowadays, he and his brother collect snails, spiders and stick insects for pets; happily let beetles crawl all over their hands and didn’t mind the infestation of crickets we had in March this year.    

Samuel Hayes

There is so much that I love about this boy.  He still talks a hind leg off a donkey, telling me intricate details of his plans, thoughts, stories and ideas.  I hope he always wants to share his heart with me.  He is helpful and often asks how else he can help me.  Of course, there are still times when he moans about having to do his share of keeping his room neat and tidy!  And while he struggles in generosity in some areas of his life, there are so many times when he pours out his love for family and friends by giving away his most precious possessions.  It’s not uncommon to find a little homemade envelope pushed under my door, filled with his own money that he would like to share with me, or have him offer to help his sister afford something she has been saving for for ages – both of which happened in this last week.  It’s at a point where we have to try find the balance between encouraging his generosity and not allowing his siblings to exploit said generosity! 

Mostly, I love his heart for Jesus.  He is just like most other boys whose little hearts and minds are filled with things of this world as this post attests to, but he is also a little guy who thinks deeply about Jesus and comes up with incredible questions and deep desires to share the love of Jesus with others.  Not a night goes by at our dinner table when Sam is not asking to be the one to say grace.  I pray that his heart will continue to grow in understanding about who Jesus is and what He has done for him and that Sam’s mission in life will be that which brings glory to Jesus’ name as he recognises always that he is saved by grace. 

Happy 8th birthday, dear Sambo.  We love you so much and are so grateful to God for blessing us with the enormous privilege of being your parents. 

Micah is 6!

Micah Peter Hayes is 6!

For me, 6 marks the end of of an era of babyhood.  5 is still little.  6?  6 is big. 6 is reading and writing and school.  And this little guy is no exception.  In just the last two weeks, he has chosen to start reading small three-letter word books on his own accord.  This, after a good year of gentle reading introduction through Reading Eggs online. Just the other early evening, Craig and I chuckled when we heard his little voice in the lounge, labouring over a difficult word, sounding it out with all the diligence he never possessed just a few weeks ago.  Bob Books are now his favourite thing.  For now.  But, I figure if patterns are anything to go by, then Lego, Playmobil, Angry Birds and now, Minecraft, will still top the pile of favourite things in days to come.

Micah Hayes

Even though he is becoming my big boy, there are still those little moments that remind me that he is still my baby.  Like his tears when he realises that his favourite little toy rabbit, (Easter) Bunny, is missing.  Or the little voice I hear from time to time next to my bedside in the middle of the night, “Mommy, I had a bad dream.”  The little body that snuggles next to mine, still smells of sweet baby sweat.

Micah Hayes

The ways in which he grows more mature are a delight, however.  This is the year he tackled riding a bike for the first time on his own.  Later than the others purely because we never got to teaching him.  But, he pretty much taught himself, thanks to the wonders of the JD Bug.  One attempt on a pedal bike at Greyton and off he went, riding like a pro.  What delight!

This is also the year he decided to start gymnastics.  Loving it?  Absolutely.

And his latest step towards greater independence is banana-smoothie making.  Or hot oats porridge.  Or some other strange culinary concoction.

Not so successful was his attempt at hair-cutting this week.  Another big chunk out of his fringe.  Yes, another.  He did that last two years ago.

Micah Hayes

But, despite the funny hair, the ever-present aggression that he finds difficult to keep a reign on, and the persistent need to let rip with some daddy-defeating farts (Yes.  I do believe that Micah is the reigning champ in that regard) he has this incredibly impish grin that can melt this mother’s heart in seconds. 

Micah Hayes

My favourite thing, however, are his questions.  Deep questions.  Questions about God.  Questions about Jesus.  And the questions that start, “Do you know what I’m going to give you, mommy?”  Closely followed by breath-squeezing hugs and bruising kisses!

So, six it is – and on we go! My prayer is that he will grow in maturity and understanding – that his questions will gain answers that he will be able to own.  And that he never stops with the loving, sweet hugs and kisses.

Happy 6th Birthday, Mr Micah!

Kiera is 12!

Dear Kiera,

What a year! It’s been a ride and a half for you, young lady.  So many fun things have happened.  Gym contests and even a few podium wins, including a first place!  Meeting one of your favourite authors.  Writing with one of your favourite authors. Writing your own stories galore.  Drama eisteddfods.  Infatuation with musicals like Matilda, Oklahoma and Annie.  You are on the brink of so much, yet when I compare your “Kiera is 11!” post to the girl we know today, there is so much that is still the same.  You are still our hologram girl.  Yet, we are beginning to see larger glimpses of the women you will one day become. 


The past 12 months have proven once again that you are determined and dedicated.  I admire your hard work, each and every day.  I wish I had the motivation you have to do things like learning French and Afrikaans, or learn screenplay writing, or churn out another movie.  I love that you dive into your interests with passion.  One day you will look back at this post and smile – this was the year when you determined that your future job would be … film director!  And, screenplay writer. And, singer.  And, dancer.  And, Broadway stage actress.  And, Olympic gymnast.  Yes, you’re a normal 12-year-old girl with dreams and ambitions. 

Speaking of so-called “normal”, this year you’ve continued to surprise us.  No longer the strict “tomboy”, you’re gradually morphing into a girl who is choosing to wear skirts, earrings, clips in her hair and, yes, you’re even been caught wearing pink!  But, as fascinating as this metamorphosis is, the changes that warm my heart have nothing to do with gender-stereotypical preferences. 


It’s the determination to love, grow and mature in ways that are godly.  I love how responsible you are with your school work; how you choose to work hard first and foremost.  I love your heart – how you reflect deeply about things.  And I love how you are choosing to rise above yourself and exhibit self-control in so many areas.  Sometimes you think that I don’t notice, but I do.  I notice when you take a deep breath and carefully and calmly restate your case.  I notice when you modulate your tone and make sure that we understand your intentions.  I love how you choose to speak kindly and gently to your siblings when you’re frustrated with their silly antics.  I love how you have come to terms with your health issues and are learning coping mechanisms – taking charge of yourself.  I love how you talk with people of all ages with ease and enjoyment.  I love that even when you suffer disappointment, you choose kindness instead of anger more often than not.  I love how you’re excited about being a part of this family in the way you invest in everyone – making dinners, roping your siblings into your movies, helping them, caring about us all, doing your chores with a great attitude and more. I love your sense of justice – yes, sometimes it feels overwhelming and the world seems so unfair, but you’re determined to see what’s right and fair come to pass.


But most of all?  Most of all this year I’m proud of your choice to love your sister.  It’s not been an easy relationship over the years.  You two are so different from each other.  Your struggles in the past have been many.  But, this year you chose your sister.  Above friends.  Above yourself.  You chose to work towards a deep and meaningful relationship with your only sister.  And it warms my heart no end.  Seeing you girls giggling in Katie’s room together.  Hearing you read aloud Harry Potter to her, switching out voices with each character. Watching you wrap your arm around Katie and returning hugs.  These things make my heart swell with joy.  My prayer?  That these choices will be more and more characteristic of you.  That your desire for justice and goodness will grow, but not overpower grace and forgiveness.  And most of all?  That Jesus will ALWAYS be your #1!

Happy birthday, sweet Kiera!

Love Mom


June 2014

What a fun month!

We celebrated Katie’s 10th birthday.



We were surprised to find that the Cape Argus homeschooling article we interviewed for ended up being a double-page “big story”.


Part of me cringed because the article and photo combo made us look air-brushed and idyllic, when the truth is that while we sometimes do have awesome days that look like these, very often we have tough days too where learning is more about reigning in impatience and coping with frustration.  Anyone who has read much of this blog will know that I am very wary of projecting the “picture perfect” family.  It’s an inaccurate picture and it’s unkind to others who end up comparing their mess to our window dressing.  But, another part of me was relieved that the article was so very much in favour of homeschooling.  Too often mainstream media reports irresponsibly about home education, never bothering to find out what it actually entails.  This article did the opposite and highlighted many of the positives.  It was a wonderful PR piece for home education.

Of course, it was quite funny when I had the total opposite experience the following week.  When the newspaper came to interview us, the girls had been baking and cooking and their school work was finished.  The kids had all had a great morning of seatwork and everyone was relaxed.  I was dressed as I normally dressed, but a little more attention was paid to make up and such.  Fast-forward a week and … well … picture extreme cold and a broken fireplace.  Then you can imagine why it was the first time I’ve EVER put my fleecy dressing gown over my clothing during the day.  It really was that cold.  I also had hair in need of a wash all pulled back in a messy bun and barely any make up on.  All in all I felt frumpish, but at least I was warm.  Well, Sam inadvertently let a DA representative into the property, thinking he was the gas technician for our fireplace.  Well, the DA guy wanted to know a few political things.  We chatted in the driveway and soon, in dribs and drabs, my barefooted, raggedy-dressed children came to hang around.  Some to ask me questions about school work, some just to hang around.  And in Micah’s case, we can take “hang around” quite literally – my body is his jungle gym it seems.  Eventually, Mr DA stopped, looked around at the menagerie of messy, unbrushed heads and said, “do you homeschool?”

I could only begin to imagine what he must have thought!  We really did look our worst.  I needed only a limp cigarette hanging off my lip to complete the picture of the washed-out, neglectful housewife!  Right then I was wishing that he had rather seen the newspaper article!  This was a little “too” real life for my pride!

I did have a good giggle at myself when I said goodbye and walked back into the house.  So much for being a champion for the authentic!

At least we had Cape Explorers to look forward to that week.  We did Signal Hill again and the kids had a super time.


Especially since they got to see the paragliders.  That was a huge hit.




Kiera and Léa were all Matilda-ed about everything, so here they are striking a Matilda the Musical pose.


Our church had a fun family day that we got to attend on Katie’s birthday weekend.  Games and activities and a lunch together with our St James families.



I had another bout of inspiration along the lines of functional décor.  Of course, that meant that while I did do most of the drilling, invariably Craig had to rescue me at some point.  A man with a power tool.  Mmmm.


Part of the décor frenzy included painting a whole bunch of things, like this bread bin.  All the décor fun is here: Dining Room Décor Fun.


Another bit of fun I’ve been having is putting weekly inspirational quotes up on our dining room wall.  Like this one:


I managed a long run with a friend one early Saturday morning.  We headed out while it was still dark, but towards the end of the run, this was our view.  Lovely!


We’ve not helped out at Mamas and Munchkins in forever because there just seems to be constant clashes of the diary.  This month though, we could make it, so the girls joined me.


By far the most helpful of the three of us (Kiera, Katie and myself) was Katie.  I ended up chatting mostly, Kiera ended up reading mostly and Katie dived into helping with the little kids.  She absolutely loves interacting with the little kids.  What a super star!



Some of these shots are randoms from my phone that I’ve probably shared on FB or somewhere equally vacuous.  But, this next photo is that exception called: “the best vegetarian curry I’ve ever eaten”.  I’m posting it here to remind myself to have it more often!  Lentil Curry.  yum yum!  Even the kids like it – especially Kiera.


Another week; another quote:


Craig’s ex-colleague came for dinner one night and brought our kids some fun puzzles.


One of the things I took to painting was this frame.  I took out the glass and painted the backing board with chalkboard paint.  It now resides next to my fridge where it keeps my shopping list going.  When it’s time to shop, I take a quick photo of the list and off I go.  MUCH easier than typing it into my phone or forgetting slips of paper at home.


Lunch Bunch boys…


I host a support group for homeschoolers in the Western Cape via Facebook.   It’s called Homeschool Western Cape and has grown to around 1300 members in the last 3 years.  I roped in a fellow homeschool mom to co-admin the group with me. Chirani and I have only met in real life a couple of times, but I’ve always been impressed with the way she conducts herself online – full of grace and seasoned with salt.  So she was the obvious choice.  Smile  Well, turns out that she is a super organiser of events too.  She asked if I would be willing to give a talk to the homeschooling community in the northern suburbs – about my book and the process.  No sooner had I said yes than she it all organised and really well too.

photo 1 (26)There’s something tricky about speaking in front of groups of people about oneself.  I hate the whole celebrity-culture of our society – even the little local celebs.  Building myself up as one is not what I want to do.  Authenticity, you see. But not so much of the authenticity in a bathrobe!  Winking smile So, I arrived, sans dressing gown and with make-up.  But also with a list of some of my more embarrassing moments.  It was a fun experience and I loved meeting the women and hearing some of their incredible stories.  I really love that – love hearing the way God works in others’ lives, seeing their journeys play out in the retelling, feeling their joy in the process and the maturing.  I seldom walk away from these events without feeling enriched.  So, thank you, Chirani!   And double bonus – I got to sell a few of my books AND some of the Missionary Stories.  Triple bonus?  My girls came with and handled all the sales like champs.  photo (47)

The next weekend was Father’s Day and we had some fun organising that.

The kids preparing for Daddy’s Day – making their cards…


Sam decided that he wanted to bake the day before Father’s Day.  It worked out quite well, since his choice of biscuit just so happens to be his daddy’s favourite.


I showed him and off he went…


Pinwheel biscuits!


We turned some of them into owl faces…


The best part for me?  Watching this dude clean up after himself!


Father’s Day arrived – Craig scored some home-made snoods.  So far he lives in the dark grey one.


And … inside the Father’s Day Book: IMG_5632




We spent Father’s Day enjoying lunch with Craig’s family.  That was fun and yum!

The Monday afterwards was a public holiday.  It was also rainy and cold.  So I kept on with the sewing and made Craig and I some hand/wrist warmers. Since they are the same colour, I tagged mine.



Another week.  Another wall quote:


With the sewing machine out, Ms Katie dived straight in to try a few things. I need to allow her more opportunities to learn sewing.


One of my favourite decisions this month was moving our wall map to our table top.  I covered the map and table with clear plastic – 2m from a roll of pvc at the fabric store.  It protects the maps, cleans the spills and works a charm.

Every night that we’ve eaten at the table, the conversation has picked up around the map at some point or another.


We’ve talked about all sorts of things, like how the Vatican is in its own city; who the Sultan of Brunei is and what countries are part of the European Union.  It’s been awesome.


This photo for posterity – Sam loves maths and gets it really quickly, so he has whizzed through his Maths curriculum in half a year.  Here he is, posing with great delight with his last test of his Math U See Beta curriculum completed with 100%.  Delight!


Another one of those mama-heart photos: the girls have been bonding a whole lot better over the past few weeks.  One of their new rituals is Kiera reading aloud to Katie.  Moments like these warm my heart like nothing else.


Another Cape Explorers outing of fun at Intaka Island.  We had a great time being exposed to all the amazing ways one can create eco-friendly ways of living life.


Our group went on the pontoon first.  What fun!  And double bonus is that Craig works at Century City which overlooks Intaka Island.  So he came out onto the balcony for the kids to wave to him.  A double delight for our kids.  And, for me too – that handsome man leaning on the balcony railing like a Men’s Health cover is my man!



That stuff in that bottle?  Nope.  Not coke.  Try: worm pee!  Great for your plants, not so much for your glass.


This amazing building has been built out of steel, polystyrene and concrete.  It will not burn down and insulates beautifully at a fraction of the price of bricks.


Sam creating energy.


Filling out their birding sheet.



We had to leave the outing at Intaka early because Katie had her first drama Eisteddfod.  It’s been quite something learning how to handle her preparation for the Eistedfodd.  She is so very different from her sister who works really hard at the things she is passionate about and spends every minute consumed by it. Katie is happy to go to practices and work with the teacher, but expecting practicing at home is crossing the line.  It’s extremely frustrating and drives me batty.  Thankfully the Lord is good and intervened this time around.  I felt quite moved about it at the time and retrospectively that I wrote a separate piece about it that I will probably share elsewhere.  But, in summary, I chose to back off and allow her the space to do things the way she does things. Well, she persevered through the practices even though she was not feeling like she had made a good choice – it was hard.  Thankfully, even though it was at the last minute, the Lord gently reminded me not only to give her space but to give her unconditional love.  Well, she just blossomed when I took her aside to tell her how proud I was of how she had decided to do it and had seen it through, how much I loved her and that no matter what happened on stage, I was already so very proud of her.


(pictured above is Katie with Lea who played Lucy Pevensie from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – Lea did brilliantly and scored a Gold Diploma)

She did a superb job!  It was rushed and not entirely fluid with some gestures that were too big for the moment, but mostly she shone like a radiant beam of joy on that stage.  She played Violet Bureaugarde from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and she was quite convincingly that snotty, bratty, gum-chewing popular girl who deserves taking down a peg or two!  She got Honours Plus which is between 85-89% – the second highest result you can get.

Here’s a link to her performance: http://youtu.be/lB0S6i2eIcI


(in the pic above, Kiera is featured with another student from her drama studio)

Kiera did her piece that evening.  She also did well.  She was disappointed because she felt she hadn’t done her piece as well as she could have.  In fact, she was down on herself for getting a Gold Diploma (the highest award) because she felt that she didn’t deserve it.  Last year, she reasoned, her performance was better, and since she got the Gold Diploma for that, then this year’s performance should have been a High Honours.  Funny girl.  She only accepted it as okay when I explained that the Gold is anything from 90-100%, but it’s still a Diploma, whether she got 90 or 95 or 100%.  She handled it well though and I was proud of her for her approach to her work and for the way she has handled it since. She played Matilda from Matilda the Musical when Matilda gives a speech to the librarian about a story she has read.

Here’s a link to her performance: http://youtu.be/Gr5QofA_J_A

The weekend that followed, we took the kids to be blood-typed!  We’ve been studying blood for our Science lessons and the kids now know all about blood types.  Naturally, the next step was to learn what theirs was.  Well, thanks to Shingi, one of our bible study members who also happens to work at the WP Blood Bank, we found out about the awareness drive happening in the month of June – a drive that including free blood-typing stations set up all over Cape Town.  So off we went.

Nervous kids:


Kiera braved going first.


It’s fascinating watching how the typing is done.  Basically, drops of blood are mixed with three different solutions.  Solution A is the A antigen. B is the B antigen and C is the Rhesus factor antigen.  If you’re A, you blood will separate and do weird things as it mixes with the A solution.  Same for B.  If you’re AB both solutions will react.  If you’re O neither will react.  And if you have the rhesus factor, solution C will cause your blood to go all dotty like the image below.


It turns out that all the kids and I are O+ while Craig is O-.  We joke that he is the only negative Ou amongst us!IMG_5718

All the Os!


Post-typing treats!  Poor Micah admitted in the car on the way home that he had wanted to cry but that he had held it in.  Poor thing!


The Winter Solstice, as always, brings joy for me because it means that the days are now starting to get longer and the nights shorter. But the double bonus this year is that the next day we had a beautiful warm and sunny winter’s day.  We went to the beach and had a blast!



Kiera and Lea had their drama eisteddfod the next day.  They had put together a special musical duologue some months back.  The song?  “Naughty” from Matilda the Musical.  Kiera has been on a big Matilda fix since she discovered it earlier this year.  She infected her best friend with the Matilda craze by teaching her the song and the movements she had choreographed – leaning heavily on the movements from the original West End musical.  They showed their drama teacher and then next thing we knew, they had been given special permission to present it at the Cape Town Eisteddfod.  Because there is no musical theatre option, they allowed the girls to enter under the dramatic duologue section.  Katie, the sweet thing, was so excited for them that she baked a cake and marked it “K L” and “Matilda”.


They did beautifully.  I am completely the proud mother – the performance is delightful, albeit not 100% perfect with voices that still need a lot of training, but more importantly, I’m so proud of their initiative, dedication and hard work.  They put hours of practice into it and organised their costumes (picture the irony – the homeschooling mom having to rush out and buy a school uniform as a stage costume!) and even their own props.


Their efforts paid off because they scored a Gold Diploma and were asked back for the finals!  That meant some mad scrambling for us as Lea was supposed to get her braces that day and Kiera was supposed to be on the road to Oudtshoorn for her gymnastics competition on the morning of the finals.  But, we managed to organise things so that the girls could enjoy the experience of doing their finals. They did not win the finals – another very well-deserving team won it for a routine about the ugly step-sisters.  The step-sister act had done a fantastic job and deserved the win.  And we were all kind of glad that our girls didn’t win, because it felt a little unfair – it wouldn’t seem right allowing a musical duologue to win in a category that was not made for their genre.  The adjudicator was amazing, though.  She came to find the girls after the finals and told them that they were “absolutely outstanding” and would go far if they continued doing what they are doing.

Their performance is here: http://youtu.be/zgYl904Xt_U

And here they are with some of the other students from their drama studio:


We’ve been rereading some of the books from Sonlight‘s core B and C since the boys were too young to remember them when I read them to the girls.  It’s been such an enriching experience.  The girls are constantly full of exclamations: “Oh! I remember this one!  Oh! I loved this story!” And the boys keep begging for extra chapters.  Sam takes every opportunity to carry the Missionary Stories with the Millers book to whoever alights our doorstep to tell them how much he loves the book.  It’s his favourite book so far and we’re only halfway through.  Beautiful!


Despite the warm sun from time to time, winter has definitely not lost its impact.  It really is cold and so this is not an unusual sight in our home these winter months: Katie listens to her music while she does Maths, cleverly secreting her earbud earphones into her earmuffs.  At least she gets the work done!


We had a thoroughly enjoyable last Lunch Bunch of the term – celebrating with our annual International Day.  This time it was Asian Day.  More on that in this post.


Another week and another quote.  This quote and the one before (If a thing is worth doing, it’s worth doing badly) formed the backbone of the talk I gave earlier in June.  They are both inspirational sayings that have helped guide how I think and approach things.  Or should I say – how I would like, consistently, to think and approach things.  Sadly, I need them repeated in my heart and mind constantly.  Which is probably why they still remain so focal for me – I’m still learning!


After Kiera and Lea’s final experience, she came home for a quick change and hair-do.  It was almost 8pm by the time she and Craig left; Kiera with her french-plaited helmet of hairspray.  It was quite a scene – the dark, stormy night.  The bucketing rain.  And the two of my three remaining children howling like their sister and Dad had just driven off to their deaths.  Katie was missing Kiera and Micah was missing his dad.  What a night!  Of course, I didn’t get to sleep until they arrived safely at midnight.  Ms. Katie ended up in my bed, and Micah and Sam ended up sharing a bed, all in the spirit of feeling loved, warm and comforted.  Katie went to sleep staring at her favourite picture of Craig and I with Kiera and her shortly after she was born.  She hates it when Kiera is not with her.



Meanwhile, the next day, Kiera had to get up bright and early for her competition.  She did well.  Not her best overall, but well none the less.  She had a big upset when she scored a full point less than what her couch and she expected.  Her performance of the floor routine, according to her coach, had been a high 8 or low 9 in total.  Kiera had felt confident about it too.  So she was super shocked when she got a 8.05  when she was expecting a 9.0.  Her coach was upset.  Another team’s coach was upset. There was discussion with the judges who waved off the dramatic discrepancy with a “she lost points for being messy”.  That made the coach mad, because while she accepted the technical mistakes Kiera made, she was adamant that Kiera was not messy.  Craig was watching from the sidelines, feverishly messaging me back in Cape Town.  I felt so much for my poor girl, who just barely held the tears in.  Craig took a photo of her from the sidelines, trying to hold it all together – after her shock and before she did the vault, her worst apparatus.  My prayer with her before she left and that morning before she started, when I spoke to her on Craig’s phone, was “whatever happens, be sure that you’re bringing glory to God.”  Well, if this wasn’t an opportunity to exercise that, I don’t know what was!  Especially when she saw other girls do their routines and score significantly higher than her, despite all their wobbles, falls and other mistakes.  And knowing that it cost her a chance to be on the podium.



But, she did manage to make the podium for some of her individual results.  She scored a second on Beam and a third on vault!  And came home with a cool t-shirt that says “professional gymnast: do not try this at home”.




Being in Oudtshoorn, they spent the afternoon at the Cango Wildlife Ranch and enjoyed the big cats and all the other animals…





They chose to skip their Saturday plans and head home early on Saturday morning, so by the time I got home from the grocery store at lunch time, they were already home!

June ended shortly after that – we enjoyed a dinner out with family and got to pop into Gran-gran who is not doing too well.  It was quite something seeing her so confused and weak.  She did not recognise us and was not able to speak well.  We stayed for a bit, prayed for her and chatted a little bit, introducing her to the kids again.  She told me, “what a lovely husband you chose!”  I had to agree!

With June over, we head into a few weeks of school holidays which hopefully means that I will find some time to tackle book 2 of the Seekers series.  Hopefully!





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