Life and retirement of a beloved supporter

You served us well I dare say. You came into our house in January 2009, more than 2 1/4 years ago, when our little ‘Timan’ was so sweet and innocent and barely more than 5 month old (he’s still sweet and innocent though, but this pretty much depends on the way you look at it).

He couldn’t really use you the way you were supposed to be used and we had to help out with stuffings of  towels on the side. But a month later the play turned into action and from then on you were a part of our life and were his support for at least three times a day.

‘Timan’ liked your company when he was watching Mommy prepare meals while chewing on something to sooth his itching gums, you steadily supported him during crying spells, even his first temper tantrums, still shy and tentative were no threat for you.

You witnessed his first self-feeding-attempts

turn into professional spooning.

You saw Mommy hanging up the laundry while you prevented ‘Timan’s escape, you watched with our toddler the world pass by (the neighbour, a gazillion of lizards, a dog, some cats, some more chickens and even more birds).

You saw ‘Timan’s first scribbles turn into meaningful drawings, with a distinct meaning only to the little artist of course. Sometimes you even turned into a drawing board yourself.

And you were carefully taken apart by our little repairman (and put together again by Mommy, sigh) and personally marked as his own territory numeros times, without any complaint from your side (Mommy however complained continuously concerning the marking and each time she was giving you a thorough disinfecting bath afterwards, sigh, sigh and another sigh).

Later you were disassembled into two pieces, each one to be used independently by ‘Timan’ during play time but your main duty stayed the same.

Dear friend, now the time has come for you to retire. But have no fear, you’ve still got a place in our house, from now on you’re in charge of the wild beasts.

And ‘Timan’ is more than ready to conquer new heights. And while munching his breakfast he’s getting to watch the neighbour girls chatting at the road, he’s a little man in training after all. 😉

Since a very long time he has been ready for this move and shame on me, I was a lazy Mommy who was going the easiest way to clean up the mess after the meal (or so I thought). But I just found out, it’s not that messy at all, it was actually messy when he sat on you, so much closer to the floor, because when he was bored or not really hungry anymore and just wanted to play around, his favorite entertainment was throwing parts of his meal skillfully behind the fridge. And Mommy did not like this at all, for obvious reasons such as starting a new breeding of  lizards, ants, cockroaches, and whatever other bugs exist in paradise.

Now ‘Timan’ is really enjoying his meals sitting at the big table with Mommy and Hubs, supported by a thick book or a pillow and our little picky eater is digging in. I believe this gave his eating habit a new thrill as well, at least I would like to believe this.

I’m getting some serious competition, we are having a new discussion leader during family meals. This little one can talk, you won’t believe it.

When did you move your tot from high-chair to low-chair to regular chair? Did this transition actually change his/her eating habits like behavior at the table, table manners, his/her food choice or quantity?

Please spill the beans, I’d love to read your comment.


Posted on May 21, 2011, in 'Timan', Developmental Stages, Eating Habits, Family, Painting, Parenting, Picky Eater, Tantrum, Toddler and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Visiting from LBS! Great post!

  2. I’m sad to say, I don’t remember. My little boy is now 26. So I’m here to tell you to enjoy ever single moment because it goes in a flash. Your son is precious, and this post is adorable, poignant for me, as it reminds me of the passage of time. Glad to have found you on Lady Bloggers Tea Party this morning! 🙂

    • Thanks a lot Monica. You are so right with this, time flies and in a blink of an eye he will go to school and high-school and college and have his own family, agh, I don’t want to think about this and enjoy the moment.

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