Monthly Archives: March 2012
This was ‘Timan’ probably thinking last Saturday. And this is maybe why my little man ended up doing what he loves to do and he’s really good at it, I’m telling you.
It happened that even I came down with the same type of stomach bug the tot had suffered from a couple of days earlier. The only difference was I had it probably 100-times worse. It wouldn’t be a big deal on a Saturday if your spouse is around to
pamper you take care of the little dude, right? Unfortunately my Hubs was at work, like he is almost every weekend. On top of this the already fully recovered ‘Timan’ was not happy at all he had to stay home on a bright and sunny Saturday we usually spend on the beach.
Anyway, I gathered enough strength and managed to put out something to eat and drink for the little one, started a DVD for him, grabbed a little bucket and retreated towards the bathroom where I spent literally hours leaking from every body orifice possible. Yeah, it was that bad. At this point I was still able to keep the little rascal in check with the pure power of my slowly failing voice.
While holding on to my bucket I finally dragged myself to the bedroom, collapsed on the bed and just wanted to relax, only for a couple of minutes. But out of pure exhaustion after the ordeal in the bathroom I must have fallen asleep. BIG MISTAKE.
When I woke up it was quiet. And this is ALWAYS bad around my tot. Something was going on. I knew I had to get up and check. I found the little one doing this:
Oh how sweet, he’s cleaning the house for his sick Mommy.
The only problem was, he was using glass-cleaning liquid in a spray bottle. And he was using it not only for the windows, but together with a bottle of dish-washing liquid also on the couch, the table … and my laptop. Maybe this cleaning idea grew in his little head when he realized that Mommy won’t be happy to see the foundation he found in her makeup bag in the bathroom smeared over the DVD. I believe you understand I was not able to take a picture of all this, I was
outraged shocked … phoned the Hubs and ordered nicely asked him to jump in the boat and come home immediately to talk to his son. Which he did, of course.
Bottom line: our DVD is very durable and forgiving, the computer screen however doesn’t appreciate to get thoroughly soaked in Windex and turns first blotchy and later into a solid gray colour in protest.
But with the investment of US$ 200.- and a little luck to find a new laptop-screen on this island I’m in the game again. 🙂
And no, I will not fall asleep anymore when my son is at home and not sleeping, never, ever, not until he’s 25 years old, at least.
What was the ‘worst’ that has happened when you accidentally fell asleep and your little one roamed through the house or decided to be helpful?
… after coming home from preschool, or on a lazy Sunday afternoon at home when the Hubs is not around.
Living in a tourist destination has one major drawback when your spouse is working for exactly this industry.
Odd working hours and being away from home during the weekend happens on a regular basis. Bummer.
That’s why you find ‘Timan’ and I usually on the beach on Saturday, not only because it’s fun, also because I have to get him out of the house before the roof starts falling on our heads. But on Sundays we stay home because everybody else is going to the beach.
I need my space and can’t stand it when other people drop their possessions closer than 100 yards from my towel. This may sound a little bit spoiled, I know, but usually there are not too many people around, on some beaches you won’t find anybody else at all during the week.
But to keep a 3 1/2-year-old-boy busy doing something by himself on Sunday it not always easy, but it’s feasible. Even without TV. Take the early morning for example. I already trained him to start the day slowly. It was hard work at the beginning, but the little man seems to understand that Mommy needs to sleep in once in a while. At least for one more hour. Nowadays he wakes up briefly around 6:15am, turns around, closes his eyes, sleeps some more, does this maybe twice,
by the time it’s around 6:45am he jumps out of bed, grabs his juice next to the bed (lovingly put there by me the night before), slurps it down, I hear the door to the bathroom open and close. Then he jumps on my bed and plays with his LEGOs (also lovingly arranged there the night before by me). I guess he can’t be without me. Sigh. But he plays quietly for another 30 minutes. Mission accomplished. Yeah.
Around 7:30am I slowly open my eyes and watch him playing until he looks at me and chirps ‘Morning Mommy, did you wake up?’ followed by a ‘I wanna have pancakes … NOW’. And off we go.
And the calm and the quietness are over for the day. Until he feels like coloring:
Cars of course.
A butterfly … and another one … and another one … and another one … and another one …
How are you getting some time for yourself during the weekend when your partner is not home and your little one has no intention of taking a nap ?
During the last weekend we had carnival time in paradise. It was the 2nd edition under the theme ‘Melting Pot of Cultures’ after its relaunch last year. The first ever ‘Carnaval International de Victoria’ took place in 1972 as a part of the 200th Anniversary of the first settlement of the islands.
Together with many local floats and groups delegations from 33 international destinations, which included UK, Trinidad, China, Korea, Indonesia, South Africa or Germany to name a few, took part.
Last year we were in the hospital because of ‘Timan’s ruptured appendix, so we were missing out on this, but this year we went to see parade in town.
It’s very different to the ‘Fasnacht’ from my childhood, with frightening wooden masks or lots of painted faces and colorful dresses. And not to forget the ‘Guggemusig’, a sort of brass-band that doesn’t quite hit the right note, plays very, I mean VERY, loud and is accompanied by even louder drums. It’s definitely worth to check out too. Oh, and don’t forget, the best part of it happens during the night in the alleys of the old town. Unlike here in paradise it’s essential you dress up yourself in a costume and you need to have stamina. However, every couple of hours you can ‘warm up’ in a Bar with some hot or cold alcoholic beverage. You’ll need this to make it through the night. February or early March is usually still very cold and snow is not unusual.
But back to our very own carnival in the tropics. Here you can wear what you like, but light summer clothes are preferable. And this weekend was cloudy but HOT, HOT, HOT.
What makes it so special is that you are right in the middle of everything. Remember, the paradise is very small. Compared to the other ‘big and famous’ carnivals ours is tiny, but literally in touching distance. You actually have to make sure some of the costumes don’t poke you in the face.
So come and enjoy some impressions of the ‘Carnaval International de Victoria 2012’:
Everybody loved the Samba Dancers from ‘Notting Hill Carnival’.
My son however didn’t seem to be very interested.
Until I realized that he was actually VERY interested,
he simply preferred a different perspective. 😉
We had a great time and hope we’ll get to see a similar spectacle again next year at the ‘Carnaval International de Victoria’.
How is your Carnival? Is it based on ancient or heathenish customs or do you celebrate an elegant venetian version?