Win with Bennetts & Heart Mama Blog {CLOSED}

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Bennetts for Babies is one of those brands that have really stood the test of time and so as a result it has become the natural brand choice for me when it comes to Baby Bum Creme and Fragrance-Free Aqueous Cream. Not only are their products affordable (we go through A LOT of aqueous cream in this house), they have also been tried and tested over the years. Bennetts has proven to be a brand that we can trust. I can honestly say that neither Ilan or Kira have ever had nappy rash ever in their lives. When I changed Ilan’s nappy for the first time, the Nursing Sister at his place of safety said, ‘You can’t go wrong with Bennetts’ and I have to agree.

When Bennetts for Babies officially welcomed me to the world of ‘Mommy blogging’, I was only to happy to receive a gift hamper in exchange for a review and write up on my blog. Naturally. Bennetts gets a thumbs up from me, with or without a hamper. Click here to read more about the Bennetts for Babies full product range. Their products are dermatologically approved, clincally tested for mildness and suitable for sensitive skin which is great because Ilan suffers from awful eczema flare-ups.

My hamper included the following: Baby Aqueous Cream – fragrance-free & fragranced,  Baby bum creme, Saline nose drops with a soft tip nasal aspirator (commonly referred to as a snot-sucker in mom circles), Easi-breathe vapocaps, Easi-breath kit, Aqueous bath drops, Nipple cream (I won’t be needing this), Mozzie stick, Aqueous Bath Drops and Sunblock for babies & toddlers. You know you’re a mom when you can get excited about a hamper like this! Even Ryan was stoked.

And now for the reason you’ve clicked the link to this blog post – Heart Mama Blog has a Bennetts for Babies hamper giveaway valued at R500. To stand a chance to win this hamper, please follow these steps:

1. Comment below & mention your favourite Bennetts product.

2. Click here to like Heart Mama Blog on Facebook.

3. Share the ‘Win with Bennetts & Heart Mama Blog’ post via Facebook to your profile.

The winner will be selected via Random.org on Mon 29 September. The winner drawn must have followed all three steps above in order to qualify for the prize. Competition is open to South African residents only and collection can be arranged from Cape Town. 

Hooray! Danelle Hess, you are Heart Mama Blog’s very first winner.

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It’s the weekend, baby!

Weekends no longer mean sleeping in and I don’t see this ever happening again. But this is ok, because weekends now mean kid cuddles in mommy and daddy’s bed. This is probably one of the best things in the world, believe me. Ilan is a real cuddler and when he’s not playing peek-a-boo under the duvet then he’s giving some loved up squeezes. Recently he’s started summoning us for ‘family cuddles’ which I will enjoy while he still thinks it’s cool. Ryan has also taught him to say ‘It’s the weekend, baby’ with Gareth Cliff’s exact intonation which basically makes Ilan the coolest kid on the block. Ilan also likes to unexpectedly pipe up with tuneful phrases like ‘I got it from my mamma’, ‘wake up, little Susie’ and ‘wiggle it just a little bit’ which comes with a little wiggle of the bottom too. He didn’t get the love of late morning snoozes from his mama, unfortunately.

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Saturday mornings start earlier than I’d like, but on the plus side there is no rush to get up and ready for anything because ‘anything’ is likely to start at 09h30 at the absolute earliest which means about three hours of pj mooching before the rest of the world starts surfacing.

Our weekend morning tradition is to read some books and then hide under the covers and then tease Kira to make her giggle and then hide again and then pretend that we still can’t find Ilan even after he’s hidden his head under the pillow for the sixth time in a row. No my dear boy, we can’t see you at all when you’re hiding your head. We can’t see a single part of you. We also can’t locate your voice that shouts, ‘I’m hiding under the pillow.’ Bless.

I love my life, I really do but my advice to those of you who plan to become parents one day – start banking those precious Saturday and Sunday sleep-ins as they won’t last forever. For the rest of us, let’s relish in the memories created with spilt milk on our clean bedding and being asked to read the exact same jolly book out loud, week in and week out.

Some days are like this and other days are like that

This boy. Ilan is clearly very pleased with himself. Me, not so much.
This boy. Ilan is clearly very pleased with himself. Me, not so much.

Some days I want to pull my hair out.

Ilan doesn’t want to nap. He jumps on the bed. He tests my patience in the hugest way. Some days (yesterday), I hear a little noise from his room and pop my head in to investigate. He’s not in his bed. He is behind the curtains with my ball point pen and has left an ink trail in his wake. He’s ‘coloured in’ my desk and some of his books and has given himself a moustache. Artistry of this magnitude must have taken him ages, but he did it all so quietly that I didn’t have a clue.

Deep breath. Take a photo. It’s actually quite funny.

Nothing beats this.
Other days.  

But then, there are other days like this – spontaneous ‘Can I give you a hug quickly, Mommy?’ during supper or a gentle stroke on my arm or a ‘Just one more cuddle, ok?’. Or, if you’re lucky, you are rewarded with five minutes of cuddly sleepy kid on your shoulder on the walk in from the car.

Parenting is a mixed bag of this and that. A mixed bag of blessings.

Truth.

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My babies, one day we will have to explain this to you. It will be so hard, but you will survive it and so will we.

God knows what He’s doing. When he pieced our family together, he made something beautiful from something so broken. You are beautiful! You are perfect. You are loved. We love you from the depths, depths, depths of our hearts. You actually have no idea.

Cow equals wedding.

This week I showed Ilan a photo that his faraway (up the West Coast for work) father sent to me. It was this picture of two cows.

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The cows of love

Ilan looked at the two ordinary looking cows standing beside an ordinary barbed wire fence and said, ‘It’s a wedding!’ without prompting of any kind. I thought this was strange and laughed, ‘It’s not a wedding, it’s cows’. Next photo.

Then I thought about it some more. Ilan’s been to quite a few weddings in his lifetime, often at spots a bit of a drive away with farm animals en route. Could this be it? Or could it be a subconscious understanding that cows equal weddings and that he knows that this could mean lobola for him one day? My little Zulu warrior. He’s extremely gifted, you know. I wouldn’t put this kind of insight past him. Obvs.

This odd connection puzzled me and I dropped the story into a few conversations during the day. Moms like to share the funny things their kids say. Even if we’re the only ones who find them funny. It’s one of the best parts of our day to talk about you see. No one wants to hear about an extremely gross nappy or eczema patches, really.

And then I walked in to the room that night where Ilan was kissing his mirrored reflection. This kid knows how to love himself. He actually likes mirrors. He likes checking himself out. I suppose you do have to love yourself first before you think of loving someone else and dating and cows on the way to weddings and cows paying for brides. Kids get it right, don’t they? That’s the take home message, folks.