I'm putting my boy up for sale. We'll actually, I'll pay anyone to take him between 4am till 8am every morning. He has the cutest smile, a hearty smile and his waddle as he tries to walk will melt any heart. It's just that at 4am, Mama tends to forget those things, so I want to rent him out at that time.
He used to be good in the mornings. He would sleep all the way though till 7am. Since he made friends with the birds, he has turned into a get-up-at 4:30am monster. And you know that's just when the sleep starts being really sweet. He now thinks he is the birds' (and mine) wake-up call. I've tried ignoring him, but then he screams till I put him in bed with me. He then spend 10 minutes trying to pick my nose as I try to sneak in more sleep. when he gets tired of that, a well aimed slap normally gets him thrown out of bed. He will happily play with his toys for another 10 minutes, then all hell breaks loose if I don't wake up.
Please, if you know anyone who wants to babysite between 4 - 8 am, let me know.
Monday, October 30, 2006
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Thursday, October 19, 2006
365
Funny how, 365 days ago, you were but a big bump under my shirt. I had no clue what you would look like or even how much I'd come to love you. 365 days ago, nothing else in the world mattered much, except you coming into this world safe & sound.
365 days later, and I realise the way I imagined you all those days ago, is nothing like you. You are beautiful, more beautiful that I could have ever imagined. Never would I have imagined that you'd have such a fiesty, bubbly personality. And that laugh, I nev er imagined that it would so touch my heart.
I never had a clue how much you would mean to me, how much joy you would bring to me and how much pain I would feel on those days when I can't make yours go away.
Happy birthday my boy
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It'll pass
A lady on my favourite mommy chat forums has been complaining about her daughter's reflux. A few people (including me) gave their advice & suggestions and then ended off with "It'l pass". I remember when those words could have driven me to murder. When you are sitting with a child who throws everything up and seems to be in pain after every feed, It'll pass does jack for you. But now I know that it will pass - I just have to remember not to say it again to someone who is IN the rough patch.
Besides the reflux, I spent time hoping the sleepless night will also pass. I figure by the time he starts school he should be sleeping through. To keep myself sane through the night feeding, I tell myself that he is not doing it on purpose. Sometimes it helps, but sometimes i feel like running away and sleeping outside as soon as he wakes up. Sanity (the little that I still posess) take over and I either feed him or comfrt him and get back into bed hoping he doesn't wake up again till morning.
What has passed so far?
The fascination with all the cheap silly toys, much to my chargrin. He has a whole bucket full of them and within 2 minutes he is bored of the bucket and needs something else. Hopefully the presents this weekend (his first birthday) will sort that little issue out, even if only for a short while.
Lying helplessly while I change his nappy has also passed. He now fights me from the second his back hits the changing mat. Sometimes I can distract him. Sometimes I really think about getting little handcuffs attached to the changing table for those really difficult sessions. Of course they would be padded!
Some things haven't passed though, m uch to my joy.
Well, for one, being able to leave him to entertain himself for more than 20 minutes while I try and get supper, bath, or just the obligatory loo visit sorted out.
Besides the reflux, I spent time hoping the sleepless night will also pass. I figure by the time he starts school he should be sleeping through. To keep myself sane through the night feeding, I tell myself that he is not doing it on purpose. Sometimes it helps, but sometimes i feel like running away and sleeping outside as soon as he wakes up. Sanity (the little that I still posess) take over and I either feed him or comfrt him and get back into bed hoping he doesn't wake up again till morning.
What has passed so far?
The fascination with all the cheap silly toys, much to my chargrin. He has a whole bucket full of them and within 2 minutes he is bored of the bucket and needs something else. Hopefully the presents this weekend (his first birthday) will sort that little issue out, even if only for a short while.
Lying helplessly while I change his nappy has also passed. He now fights me from the second his back hits the changing mat. Sometimes I can distract him. Sometimes I really think about getting little handcuffs attached to the changing table for those really difficult sessions. Of course they would be padded!
Some things haven't passed though, m uch to my joy.
Well, for one, being able to leave him to entertain himself for more than 20 minutes while I try and get supper, bath, or just the obligatory loo visit sorted out.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Oh what a tragedy
A father, who was supposed to drop his child off at creche, unintentionally left him in the car for the whole day under the baking sun. The poor boy didn't make it.
Read the story here
I can't imagine what this poor family is going through. The blame and giult that each party must feel must be traumatic. Lets hope they hold it together and make it through this ok.
Read the story here
I can't imagine what this poor family is going through. The blame and giult that each party must feel must be traumatic. Lets hope they hold it together and make it through this ok.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Stay in bed!!
M has just started a very bad habbit. You see, I love sleeping in. Since I had M I haven't slept past 7:30am, but I could live with that. For the past 5 mornings M has been waking up at 5. The birds aren't even up yet!! Ok they are but he is not a bird!! If I wasn't ani unnecessary meds I'd give him some at 4, so at least he stays asleep till 7. Tomorrow is Saturday. If I want to stay sane for the day, I'd better get into bed as soon as I put him to bed.
Another mommy was telling me that her LO has never slept past 6, and she is now 2 years old. How she hasn't yet killed anyone is a mystery to me. Once in a while I forget the housework & dishes and full nappy bin and take a nap with M. That's the only thing that keeps me sane. My mom has been promising to take him overnight, but I think the though of waking up multiple times at night and still waking up early is making her drag her feet. It scared the living daylights out of me and I have no choice.
Yesterday I put him in the bed next to me. When he woke up, I gave him a bottle and went back to sleep. I then spent 15 minutes trying to ignore his carryings on next to me. When he got tired of trying to get my attention nnicely, he slapped me awake. As soon as I opened my eyes, he plants a big wet, sloppy kiss on my lips and gives me the biggest smile. Who could be mad a bout being slapped if that's the reward? That smile is going to break hearts one day i tell you.
Besides the early wake up calls, one more thing worries me. Actually, it used to worry me, now I just wonder why it happens. What is it about dirty bath water that makes my boy want to slurp it all up? I've figured out that it wont kill him - it hasn't since he started slurping it about 5 months ago - I've now added watered down aqeous cream to the list of safe foods. But I still can't figure out what fascinates him so. But the again, I still can't figure out what it is about emptying the kitchen bin that fascinates him.
At first I thought it was the bubbles that he tried to eat. But now he has started doing it in clean water, so there goes my theory. The water goes up his nose (one less part of the body to clean) and sometimes goes into his eyes - he hasn't yet figured out that if he closes his eyes he can sort this little problem out. When his little face comes up from the water, the killer smile is now even more dangerous. Sometimes I think he questions why I don't join him - quizzing eyes and lots of babble - but since I'm not proficeient in M-talk yet - I can't be sure. Maybe he is just telling me how wonderful the water tastes. I really hope he doesn't pee in the water, the thought of him drinking watered-down & peed on aqeous cream is enough to stop baths till he can understand that he is not supposed to drink the water. But then I either have to sponge him off till then, or live with mouldy baby smell. I'll take my chances with the pee.
Another mommy was telling me that her LO has never slept past 6, and she is now 2 years old. How she hasn't yet killed anyone is a mystery to me. Once in a while I forget the housework & dishes and full nappy bin and take a nap with M. That's the only thing that keeps me sane. My mom has been promising to take him overnight, but I think the though of waking up multiple times at night and still waking up early is making her drag her feet. It scared the living daylights out of me and I have no choice.
Yesterday I put him in the bed next to me. When he woke up, I gave him a bottle and went back to sleep. I then spent 15 minutes trying to ignore his carryings on next to me. When he got tired of trying to get my attention nnicely, he slapped me awake. As soon as I opened my eyes, he plants a big wet, sloppy kiss on my lips and gives me the biggest smile. Who could be mad a bout being slapped if that's the reward? That smile is going to break hearts one day i tell you.
Besides the early wake up calls, one more thing worries me. Actually, it used to worry me, now I just wonder why it happens. What is it about dirty bath water that makes my boy want to slurp it all up? I've figured out that it wont kill him - it hasn't since he started slurping it about 5 months ago - I've now added watered down aqeous cream to the list of safe foods. But I still can't figure out what fascinates him so. But the again, I still can't figure out what it is about emptying the kitchen bin that fascinates him.
At first I thought it was the bubbles that he tried to eat. But now he has started doing it in clean water, so there goes my theory. The water goes up his nose (one less part of the body to clean) and sometimes goes into his eyes - he hasn't yet figured out that if he closes his eyes he can sort this little problem out. When his little face comes up from the water, the killer smile is now even more dangerous. Sometimes I think he questions why I don't join him - quizzing eyes and lots of babble - but since I'm not proficeient in M-talk yet - I can't be sure. Maybe he is just telling me how wonderful the water tastes. I really hope he doesn't pee in the water, the thought of him drinking watered-down & peed on aqeous cream is enough to stop baths till he can understand that he is not supposed to drink the water. But then I either have to sponge him off till then, or live with mouldy baby smell. I'll take my chances with the pee.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Baby on back
Yesterday afternoon thera was a cash-in-transit heist in the middle of Joburg town. At the same time, a mother with her 1 year old on her back was walking in the area. Amid the gunshots, she realised that her back was wet. This was from the childs blood.
How many more people have to die before the goverment does something about the crime rate? The police department is busy building and updgrading mortuaries for all the dead bodies instead of upgrading their systems and people so they can catch the criminals and therefore decrease the murders going on.
If Thabo Mbeki concentrated more on crime, than how arrogant people were, maybe this country would be the dream that all it's residents (except the politicians) want it to be.
How many more people have to die before the goverment does something about the crime rate? The police department is busy building and updgrading mortuaries for all the dead bodies instead of upgrading their systems and people so they can catch the criminals and therefore decrease the murders going on.
If Thabo Mbeki concentrated more on crime, than how arrogant people were, maybe this country would be the dream that all it's residents (except the politicians) want it to be.
Monday, October 09, 2006
How things change
It's been a while since I was here. A lot has chnaged in those 7 months.
I have since gotten divorced - 31 July. I also moved in with my mom while I sell the house - to move to a smaller. Xh is staying at my house - that's a whole other post.
LO is doing great. He started walking on 30 September, just19 days short of his first birthday. He still has no teeth though, not even one. He laughs, he gives kisses, he waves and most days he is healthy. Once in a while an ear infection or a blocked nose bother's him, but he is generally a healthy lovable child.
Good thing he is so lovable, because he loves attention, and he gets it. Not just from me, but from anyone who has the pleasure of meeting him. He gives the biggest smiles to strangers, takes my money out of my wallet at till-points to give to cashiers, waves to anyone who looks at him. And don't they just give him a lot of love back. It's probably something that every mother says, but I haven't met anyone who doesn't like him.
He loves dogs. I'm not yet sure how they feel about him yet - haven't wanted to let him near the neighbour's dogs yet. He even knows how to 'woo-woo', just like them. On Saturday I took him for a walk down the road and it was a fight to keep him from going right up to the dogs behind the fences. I just wouldn't want his precious fingers to get bittned by one of them, so I keep him from them. A friend's dog is having babies within the next week, so I'll take him there to go play with the little ones. I just home the mommy lets us.
I'm doing ok. I have great days, and I have some days when i just wonder how things will work out in the long run. Getting divorced was the best thing I could have done, but now I have to deal with XH - because of LO. At first things were great between us. The problem came when he missed his first rent payment (remember he is living in my house). With all the accusations of my selfishness flying around, I have decided to let him stay at the house and I will put it on the market on 1 November. I hope he will be willing to let the agent and potential buyers in to see the house, but if he doesn't, I have someone who will kick him out. I'll then have to put my stuff in storage and get a security guard to look after the house while it's been sold. Either way, his living situation is not my problem anymore.
I promise to update here pretty often. Promise.
I have since gotten divorced - 31 July. I also moved in with my mom while I sell the house - to move to a smaller. Xh is staying at my house - that's a whole other post.
LO is doing great. He started walking on 30 September, just19 days short of his first birthday. He still has no teeth though, not even one. He laughs, he gives kisses, he waves and most days he is healthy. Once in a while an ear infection or a blocked nose bother's him, but he is generally a healthy lovable child.
Good thing he is so lovable, because he loves attention, and he gets it. Not just from me, but from anyone who has the pleasure of meeting him. He gives the biggest smiles to strangers, takes my money out of my wallet at till-points to give to cashiers, waves to anyone who looks at him. And don't they just give him a lot of love back. It's probably something that every mother says, but I haven't met anyone who doesn't like him.
He loves dogs. I'm not yet sure how they feel about him yet - haven't wanted to let him near the neighbour's dogs yet. He even knows how to 'woo-woo', just like them. On Saturday I took him for a walk down the road and it was a fight to keep him from going right up to the dogs behind the fences. I just wouldn't want his precious fingers to get bittned by one of them, so I keep him from them. A friend's dog is having babies within the next week, so I'll take him there to go play with the little ones. I just home the mommy lets us.
I'm doing ok. I have great days, and I have some days when i just wonder how things will work out in the long run. Getting divorced was the best thing I could have done, but now I have to deal with XH - because of LO. At first things were great between us. The problem came when he missed his first rent payment (remember he is living in my house). With all the accusations of my selfishness flying around, I have decided to let him stay at the house and I will put it on the market on 1 November. I hope he will be willing to let the agent and potential buyers in to see the house, but if he doesn't, I have someone who will kick him out. I'll then have to put my stuff in storage and get a security guard to look after the house while it's been sold. Either way, his living situation is not my problem anymore.
I promise to update here pretty often. Promise.
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