I have my first tooth – cut it yesterday.
I’ve been rolling back to front for a while, but decided to try front to back today.
I can’t sit in my bouncer anymore because I insist on trying to sit up.
My big brother is my favourite thing in the whole world.
Mammy thinks I can crawl when no one is looking. She might be right.
Ok, it’s official I am awarding myself a prize for winning “Breastfeeding in Public Bingo”. I may not have conquered the supermarket or Walmart yet, but yesterday’s adventure was a rocket launch, so I’m pretty sure that gets bonus points. (It was a singularly underwhelming event, on the Hubby’s advice we drove up close to the launch pad, right into the fog so we saw NOTHING. If we had gone where I said we would have at least seen it come out of the fog. But no. Ahem. A slept/fed through the whole thing anyway. T woke up just before it and got to hear it. Awesome.)
But yes, rocket launch, pretty cool! That goes on the list with parks (a myriad), restaurants (more than one), a farm, the zoo, the aquarium, museums (more than one), the mall, beaches, a campground and a Mission.
I doubt I could have managed it without my wrap. I certainly wouldn’t be going all of these places. And I couldn’t be so discreet. Because boob out, you do feel a bit vulnerable. Especially when you have a small girl who pops on and off willy nilly. But a large hat and no one knows what’s going on. And I don’t have to use one of those mad cover things. It’s brilliant.
My prize will have to be a new wrap. I need to justify the expenditure to myself. I’m a bit mad like that.
It’s fun watching A’s personality develop. And it’s true what they say, every child is different. But there are similarities there too.
- Daytime sleeps cannot be had in the crib. Not ever.
- Baths are fun. Always.
- Toes are hilarious.
- Being bare bottomed is awesome.
- And tummy time is over rated.
The main differences seem to be emerging as a result of me parenting differently. She lives in the sling*. Lives in it. Because it’s so much easier. Loading two kids into the car is hard enough, without having to heft the stroller in and out of the boot too. Plus, we do a fair bit of off-roading and well, when I don’t have a buggy I don’t have to make that choice to abandon the small one to run after the big one. And I know she’s warm enough. I can feed her in it and when she’s in there I can deal with her needs and her brother’s. At. The. Same. Time. Awesomeness! That assuages the guilt I have when she is left to cry sometimes when we are at home. T wasn’t left to cry. Not that I remember. But then, we were living with my parents. First time grandparents are more attentive than first time parents. Infuriatingly so, if I remember correctly. Even though I doubt I would be that infuriated now. Delighted, more likely. Because the second one is different. You’re less proprietorial. You take help wherever you can get it.
You also don’t dress the second one in entire outfits. Co-ordinated and whatnot. They’re lucky to be clean. And pajama clad.
I’m also more confident with breastfeeding (partially because she is a 15lb beast at less than 3 months old). I’m not worried if she’s getting enough or feeding too much or any of those other mad things. She’s happy, so I’m happy. And she is happy. Another similarity!
This parenting malarkey is fun. Watching the personalities develop and seeing their relationship grow is so special (right now, I do realise that they are likely to fight like cats and dogs once the small one can walk and talk).
*A woven wrap, not a stretchy. The best parenting tool, in the world, ever!
Me, that is.
The other day I came down the stairs to a puddle in the living room.
Me: “What happened?”
T: (furtive) “Nothing.”
Me: “Did you pee?”
Me: “Go and get clean underwear.”
T: “Ok ……… Good job Mom. Good job not getting cross.”
I’m working on it. I’m working on it.
Surely you were just born a minute ago? Weren’t you?
I know I watch you grow every day. With amazement and awe mostly. But still, four years?
Your favourite things are dinosaurs. You can identify them on sight. Not only that, you spout random facts about them and can answer more questions than I care to ask. Marine mammals and sea creatures come a close second.
Your favourite colours are blue, brown and pink, at least that’s what you say. But you seem to favour bright orange and neon green when it comes to clothes.
You like watching The Octonauts, Dino Dan, and Caillou. Thomas gets a look in sometimes too. You used to watch things from start to finish. Now you tend to wander off in the middle, still managing to pick up whatever factual tidbit is going. But you can sense when I’ve turned off your shows, even when you’re outside. But that’s ok “Cos I’m is big now. I can watch the news with you Momma.” And you do. Picking out random words and repeating them until you have yourself in hysterics. Then you declare “That man is silly” and wander off.
We go on “adventures” almost every day. Thankfully you are easily pleased and an adventure can be going to the supermarket. Your favourite adventures are going to the children’s museum, the beach, and the aquarium.
You’re super excited about your sister, eager to show her things and kissing her at every opportunity. She loves to see you coming too. It’s the cutest thing.
You have just started colouring things in. Before, everything was scribbled. I am no longer worried that you won’t “graduate” from kindergarten
When asked, you say your favourite food is “beans and cabbage”. I have no idea what you’re talking about. It would seem it’s a dish I cooked, once, aeons ago. I have no idea what it could be. I would have said your favourite food was mussels, any kind of seafood actually. With seaweed being your favourite snack. But you’ll eat just about anything, except tomatoes, peppers and brussel sprouts – I won’t eat tomatoes or sprouts either so I can’t say anything!
Each year I spend with you brings new joy. Seeing the world through your eyes is an education. Thank you.
No one told me that when you had a second child you miss your first. Even if he’s there, bopping around, still doing the things he always did. The problem is that his unbridled enthusiasm threatens to waken the small baby that I have just gotten to sleep. The problem is that when he wants to play his sister wants to feed. There is just less time to interact with him. And less energy. Perhaps even less willingness – who doesn’t want to spend their time snuggling a newborn, smelling their head?
Another problem, unique perhaps to us, is that my Mother is still here. So he goes to her. And, well, I miss being the first port of call, even when I have my hands full.
I can see that our relationship is evolving. He is growing up, becoming more independent. He is the big brother. But he’s still my baby. I love who he’s becoming, but I miss my baby, even when he’s right there, looking back at me.
And I know this was coming regardless. I mean I have and “Oh My God! My baby is growing up panic about every two weeks, but the arrival of his baby sister seems to have accelerated the whole process. And made it all the more real.