Almost four months since I last had a minute to blog… and here I am.
Having a little guy and travelling with a seriously gorgeous little man, is way more complicated than I ever anticipated. I’ll stick to the travelling part, though I can guarantee that you are about to learn more about being-a-mom in Namibia than you bargained for.
Christmas in Namibia is a hot affair. Literally that is. We don’t do warm Christmas lunches and hot puddings.. Neither do we understand terms like ‘White Christmas’, ‘Chestnuts roasting on a fire’, ‘Kissing under Mistletoe’, ‘Reindeer’ etc. Since it is so hot here, I planned on travelling very light for our week In Windhoek during Christmas. I mean, Mr Gorgeous (henceforth Mr G) is only 11 weeks old. His clothes are still tiny… how much space can he possibly take up?!
Imagine my surprise when I started packing and well, he had more luggage than we did! Since he is still so small, we have to pack his bathing ‘seat’ – a very handy gadget, but a space-eater, clothes for hot summer days and clothes for in-case-it-gets-cold, clothes for when we have accidents, lots and lots of nappies and burp cloths, and all the groceries that babies need… And let’s not forget his car seat & pram. Man, do they take up space? (Oh, how I miss my big old Pajero!)
Luckily, Grandpa & Grandma Windhoek has bought a bath for Mr G and has a camping cot, otherwise we would not have managed. Not even close…
But here comes the fun part, since we came for Christmas, it means that we received gifts… well, not hubby or I, but Mr G… he is loaded… how on earth did the grandparents and aunts think we are supposed to fit everything in? Returning home in the morning will require a lot of planning and a whole lot of cramming… no doubt about that!
And so I wish every parent on the road a rather belated Merry Christmas!