Monthly Archives: February 2011
Living in paradise is great. Of course, you will say, it’s the Paradise. And you’re absolutely right. I like living here and that’s the reason why I am here, makes sense too, doesn’t it?
And seriously, for me it’s not so bad at all. On the other hand, if you ask around among the locals, many among them would tell you differently. They would talk about the goods that are not available here or are overpriced, the goods that have been ordered for import but are not getting here (unfortunately todays pirates conquer places other than the Caribbean), the rising cost of living, maladministration in the public health system and the poor condition thereof, other governmental decisions and the aftereffects, selling out the paradise and many other things, their complaints go on and on. Unfortunately a lot of them are very true. There are elections coming up this year. The current government has made already a change in the right direction, but this change is hard on many less fortunate families. My guess for the outcome is that nothing will change, people talk but many won’t even put in their vote. And they would talk about the nice life people have in a first world country, easily forgetting that there too you have to work very hard to get to something. Well, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
But isn’t this what we all do sometimes, don’t we all want to live somewhere else once in a while. Living in a land where milk and honey are flowing.
On many days ‘Timan’ and I do what I consider as my milk and honey. One of the reasons why I am living in paradise is for my son to spend his childhood like this:
and do this
and maybe just do this
anytime he wants.
I am seeing the life here through my eyes I gained from growing up in the ‘real’ world but I also try to understand the issues the locals are having. But I know, that only the local people who have been living in the ‘real’ world for a while can fully understand both sides. The many visitors who come for a vacation might get a glimpse of it, if they have been travelling a lot and are interested in their host country’s politics and native population, otherwise they just see the paradise as what it is to the outside world, a real Paradise.
What about you? Is there a land where milk and honey are flowing for you? Tell me about your ‘paradise’.
I’m in the wonderful position of having a little magnet. No, I am not talking about a maggot, maggots are what I’m trying to prevent the little magnet from putting in his mouth (they say it’s a good source of protein, but I do not recommend it).
My magnet is referring to himself as ‘Mommy’s little helper’ and is doing many of my chores at home.
Now you probably say ‘no way, never in a gazillion years’ or you’re shaking your head disapprovingly and uttering a ‘ts ts ts, that house must me a mess’. But only because you don’t know what I am talking about.
Well, maybe you’re right about the mess but I really do have help and it’s not a nanny or a housemaid.
The magnet, that is my ‘Timan’. Other than following my footsteps glued to my butt he loves doing what I’m doing, whatever it is.
So I just need to channel this never-ending energy into something useful for me (and for him), like helping Mommy for the main purpose of having a relaxed and happy Mommy. And ‘Timan’ keeps working and working and working and working because he …
… likes to clean the kitchen (great, I get to work on my blog),
… likes to broom (perfect, I get to drink my coffee, I have to lift the feet up anyway),
… likes to mob (terrific, I always wanted to start this book),
… likes to be in charge of the laundry, for example taking it out of the machine (cool, time to polish the nails ?!?),
… collecting the dry clothes off the rack (time for a chit-chat with the neighbour, to get the latest update what’s going on in our district)
… and folding them (nicely!)
This is why I really l.o.v.e. being a housewife.
Life is good here in paradise with ‘Timan’ (and Hubs too, of course, no, no, I’m not forgetting you).
What other things can I get the little one to do for me? I really need to do some serious thinking about this.
I am just wondering what things are your toddlers helping you with. For sure I’m not the only Mommy with a little helper on hand who runs the show.
Oh dear, we are not off the hook yet.
‘Timan’s temper tantrums were coming more and more often, were louder and louder, the meals were consumed in smaller and smaller quantities, and at the same time he was getting more and more clingy by the day, hour or even minute.
There is something cooking.
And it’s something else than the stomach flu we thought ‘Timan’ had.
Off to the pediatrician we went, for round number two.
What a day. And it’s not over yet, I fear for worse.
Today we had:
Lack of cooperation to deliver a peepee in a jar, lack of cooperation to eat breakfast, lack of cooperation during the examination at the pediatrician, lack of cooperation swallowing the medicine, lack of cooperation during the time spent in town, full cooperation on the way home, full cooperation during lunch (because really hungry by now), full cooperation to go for a nap, what’s next?
Oh, I know, until dinnertime we are staying in the ‘full cooperation’ mood, but when the time for the medicines (plural!) comes, we are switching to the ‘lack of cooperation’ mood in the flick of a second.
And this is going to be the way we will spend the next seven days, three times a day. I really fear for the worst because I know ‘Timan’. The doctor told me this morning that I have to think positive, need to take a positive attitude towards the medicine drinking and ‘Timan’ is going to drink it without a hitch.
Dear Doc, this may work for you, your kids, but not for ‘Timan’. I’ve tried it in the past, and every time we’re back in this situation I try it again, but the outcome stays always the same. You saw and heard it at your office today, didn’t you?
A big ‘thank you’ to whoever invented the medicine syringe and the few leg/arm/hand maneuver to prevent ‘Timan’ from kicking, arm wrestling and closing his mouth and another big ‘thanks’ to my ex-vet, who taught me how to administer my cat a medicine while preventing her to spit it out (works not only for cats but for babies and toddlers alike).
Or are there other ways to get ‘Timan’ to drink his medicine of his own will, ways I don’t know of? Ladies and gents, your suggestions would be very much appreciated and I thank you so much.
What’s a little boy doing on a Sunday morning when his little friends are at home with the families, his daddy is at work and his mommy busy writing this? It’s still quiet here in paradise because everybody is sleeping or doing what people do on a lazy Sunday morning.
But ‘Timan’ is a toddler and as being a tot he has to do something. He has to learn playing by himself, doing something alone. It helps when you are able to find things to do for yourself when you are a single child. And me, I’m a mom and as being a mommy I have to encourage him to do find something he likes to do for himself.
So I open the doors, let the still refreshing airflow come in, hoping this makes him want to race. And yes, he’s going for it, without a second thought. He grabs his tricycle and …
… shoots through the bedroom ….
… passes the kitchen door …
… heads for the living room ….
… leaves through the main entrance …
… turns around towards the kitchen …
… pedals back to the bedroom …
… and races back and forth while having a blast, makes round after round, again and again, until he’s missing a corner, is hitting the bed while passing too fast, is in urgent need of a quick stop for refuelling with juice but always goes back on the track and races, races, races until the rubber is hot.
This tricycle was the very best toy we bought for his 2nd birthday and I would not give it away. Almost every day he’s riding it, indoors or outdoors, and comments it himself be telling me ‘Mommy I’m riding the trike, up and down and up and down and up and down, ‘Timan’ likes this’.
I guess soon we either have to get him his own little car or enroll him in the local gocart club, but will they take an application for a 2 1/2-year-old 😉 ?
This morning I woke up looking into the a pair of brown eyes while from far I heard the well-known sound of ‘Timan’s voice, whining in his highest notes ‘Mommy you have to get up. Get up Mommy, now. N.O.W.’. And then I realised ‘oh no, I let him cosleep last night … this was a mistake.’
My second thought was ‘Hubs has already left for work, but it cannot be this late, there is no noise coming in from outside.’ And again the ‘Mommy, mommy, get up. Don’t sleep, get up. ‘ I turned around, grabbed my watch and saw 6:40 am. ‘That’s not late at all for a Saturday morning’ I thought.
I tried to persuade ‘Timan’ into some nice and hopefully quiet cuddling time but he refused without even considering. ‘No, no, N.O.’ and started pulling on my leg. ‘Get up mommy.’
From experience I know that nothing is going to help now so gave my little one a kiss on his forehead, slowly climbed out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom while I was calling over my shoulder ‘I’m gonna get you some juice, ok’. I actually expected him to follow me but all he did was screeching and screaming ‘no mommy, don’t go, no, no, mommy stay’.
And at this point I just knew, today was going to be a very difficult day with a lot of ‘toddler behaviour’ . A day I and ‘Timan’, the both of us, would rather delete from our memories.
The day went on and turned out the way I thought it would.
‘No , I don’t want Porridge, I want Corn-Flakes’ turned into ‘No, no, no, these Corn-Flakes I don’t like, I want the other ones, the ones in the blue pack. ‘ and this turned into ‘No, no, I don’t like Corn-Flakes, I want Porridge.’
‘No mommy, I don’t like this’, ‘No, no mommy don’t do that’, ‘No mommy don’t go’, ‘Go mommy go, no, no don’t go’ and even while we were playing with the blocks ‘No mommy, don’t take this one, I do it.’, ‘No, no mommy, I want to build the bridge’.
Everything I did today was followed by a negative comment from ‘Timan’. Today turned out as ultimate ‘No no’-day so far. I actually thought he has passed this developmental stage already. I guess I was wrong.
A temper tantrum that lasted almost half an hour because he could not choose between picking up the books he threw on the floor with my help or by himself (he wanted me to pick them up) did not help either ;-).
Of course he said he didn’t want to nap even though he was getting cranky and in the end was falling asleep on my shoulder within less than 10 min while trying to stay awake. And of course he woke up a couple of times and fell asleep again without problems. I think today’s interrupted napping was mainly because of stomach pain caused by gas. He’s still recovering from the stomach flu.
The afternoon was the same as the morning ‘no, no, no’, ‘I don’t like’, ‘I wont do’.
But in the evening everything changed. After I stepped out of the shower I found him like this:
All tied up in my t-shirt, unable to untangle himself. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. And he just looked at me and made a face. So I asked him as serious as I could ‘Sweety, are you stuck somehow’? And he had half a grin on his face and said ‘Y E S‘. The word I was waiting for all day long.