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Can you imagine? A bear on our little island in the tropics?
No, I’m not talking about the Malayan sun bears (Ursus malayanus), they are living on the other side of the ocean.
And don’t mean the Gummy Bear colony living in the kitchen either.
The bear I’m talking about has a green tail and
snuggles up to me all the time,
I was told it is related to the creature that is living in the bathroom.
That’s what ‘Timan’ says.
And ‘Timan’ is right. Always. **growl**
(as part of Wordless Wednesdays and linked up with live and love … out loud, project alicia, parenting BY dummies, Dagmar’s Momsense, Seven Clown Circus, Tara’s view of the world, Crazy About My Baybah, 5 Minutes for Mom, Angry Julie Monday and Better in Bulk)
Since we got rid of the rash I have the feeling ‘Timan’s behavior has changed too, he seems more well-balanced and a lot happier. Finally my little boy is back and we had a week filled with yokes, laughter and happy playing. And lots of kisses, you know, the sweet and sometimes a little wet kisses only your little tot can give you. And what else did we learn?
1. The beach was calling us, the weather was perfect, the water warm, the surf acceptable and the tot happy.
2. And afterwards the Mommy was cleaning the powder-like sand out of everything. But as always, it was worth it.
3. This week was quite busy for our standards. Being always on the move, jumping, running, not resting at all, not even for a couple of minutes, this would make everyone tired. No wonder the tot was on the brink of a fit the longer the day lasted.
4. Over time the 5pm frenzy has turned into a 7pm meltdown while he’s taking a shower. However this outburst happens only when the tot didn’t take a nap, like … hmm almost everyday.
5. First I thought the water was painful on the rash, but now the rash has gone. So maybe it is to hot, to cold,
has the wrong color, but no, not at all. ‘Timan’ is just overtired and anything slightly not the way he wants it results a tantrum with epic proportions.
6. I kept asking myself if I have any chance to stop this behavior and finally came to the conclusion: No. I just have to live with it. It will change, eventually, I hope.
7. But hey, my reward comes about 30 minutes later, when the tot falls asleep while I gently rub some coconut oil all over his body. 🙂
8. I just have to remember to carry my sleeping little boy to the bathroom after a couple of hours, or else he wakes up in a little pond. As a matter of fact, I do the same thing every night before I go to sleep. I tell him when he can do his business, he does it, but he never wakes up while doing it. And I carry him back to his bed. Easy. But now enough with talking about the potty.
9. If you plant some seeds, you have to replant them after a while, or else you wont have your kitchen herbs. Even I realized this and finally I did it. May they grow big and strong now.
10. Watching ‘King Kong’ with a 3-year-old might not be age appropriate, but it’s really fun, because he’s asking all those cute questions about the dinosaurs ‘jumping’ around and the ‘bear’ with the girl in its hand.
11. Yep, this week was all about bears. ‘Timan’ is convinced there is a bear living in our bathroom. But it’s a nice one and he can cuddle with it.
12. And it was about dogs too. One of the gazillion yapping dogs in our neighbourhood got puppies a couple of days ago. Some of the other boys living in our street get to take one home and ‘Timan’ was all ‘oh mommy, look, these cats are sooooo cute’. Luckily he didn’t ask if he could have one too. Big relief, I’m off the hook.
13. And last but not least, on such an obscure day like today, a Friday the 13th, when we have to avoid black cats crossing the street from the left to the right, we can either a) stay in bed (I wish I could, but this is not an option with ‘Timan’) or b) go to the beach. There is only the ocean, lots of sand and some coconut trees. So … off we go now. 🙂
I wish everyone a wonderful weekend.
For more of those important lessons life is teaching you, head over to ‘Life Ever Since’:
But now, please tell me, what is your recipe for a Friday the 13th?
Living with ‘ups and downs’ would be the best way to describe the past week in paradise. And I learned that Mommy knows nothing about anything these days. But it started nice with lots of sweet talking, or rather babbling:
1. ‘Timan’ is talking a lot these days. Since I can’t talk 24/7 without a break, he has to find somebody else to talk to. And if he doesn’t find someone, he’s talking to himself, or to his stuffed animals, or to his cars, or to the neighbours dog. Surprisingly always in English and not in Swiss, the language the tot and I use most of the time. Maybe I should speak more often in English with him?
2. Having PMS and a lively 3-year-old, who is refusing to nap, doesn’t work well together. Feeling incredibly tried doesn’t help either. At least I only have this once or twice (or three or more times) a year. 😉
3. Every year, during the last week of October the Paradise is celebrating the ‘Creole Festival’. The locals revive the ‘creole spirit’ with its art, music, dancing and dramatic productions and of course everybody indulges in the ‘cuisine creole’. But to get the latter on a regular basis we just have to go to my MIL. 🙂 However all the presentations are in the evening. The ones where the tot could join us and actually would get something out of it are very limited. Having said this, I wasn’t expecting anything at all when ‘Timan’ and I paid a short visit to the ‘bazar creole’ while we were in town. It was morning and it was completely empty. Luckily it happened to be at the one and only public playground. At least the little one got his share of fun.
4. We have a mouse in the house. No, not a pet, but a 2 inch long roommate, who leaves its little droppings everywhere. I have nothing against mice, as long as they stay outside, with all the other flying and creeping critters. That’s why we launched ‘project catch-the-mickey’. Last time this has happened the Hubs solved it very skillfully with lots of special glue spread on a wooden board with a piece of yummy meat/cheese/I-can’t-remember-what in the middle. This time however my dear husband got lazy and gave me a piece of cardboard, pre-fitted with some glue. I put it where I’ve seen Mickey a couple of times.
And what happened???
Nothing. Nada. Nixynixnix.
The mouse ignored my treats, I was disappointed and passed the task on to my dear Hubby. Shall he try his luck as ‘The Piper of Hamelin’, or ‘Timan’ is soon getting a real pet, a kittty-cat.
5. We are really living in the boonies. The tot’s new DVD with the beloved ‘Cars’ he got last Sunday doesn’t work in the player anymore. On day no. 4 it started to ask for a password. Either because ‘Timan’ was messing around with the remote control and added a password, or because Mommy knows nothing about modern technology and has no clue where to find a password for a DVD, a DVD that is from age ‘0-years’ onward. Why on earth would anybody need a password protection for children DVDs anyway? On the laptop however it’s working like a charm. I’m utterly frustrated.
As a last resort we would have to buy a connection between laptop and TV, but that would leave the lap very vulnerable to the tots busy little fingers when I’m busy somewhere else. Sigh.
Enjoy your weekend.
For more of those important lessons life is teaching you, head over to ‘Life Ever Since’:
or check out ‘Sunday Funday’ at ‘The Fence’:
Is there anyone who can help us with the DVD problem? It’s the Disney DVD ‘Cars Toon – Mater’s Tall Tales’ bought oversees and maybe there was a sticker on the cellophane wrapping, I can’t remember, but I don’t think so. And there is nothing on the box or the DVD itself. What a Bummer. 😦
Update: The Hubs was wrong by accusing the innocent DVD for the above problem and Mommy is a genius, I always knew it. 😉 Since my dear husband is just a normal man who doesn’t need useless stuff, he normally
throws away loses the user manuals by mistake, when moving to another place. So I went online and did some research. After a while I found said manual.
If you happen to have a Phillips DVD733K, your tot is playing around with the remote control, locks his favorite movie and you urgently need to unlock the disk to save the day, go to ‘General Settings’, press ‘unlock’, start the disk and it will ask for a 4-digit-password, use 3308 (default). What a weird combination. Why did Phillips not use something simple instead, like 1234?
We have plenty of space, come all in, it’s yours anyway, my creeping and crawling friends.
Yes! It’s raining these days. It’s raining almost every day, not the whole day long but off and on for hours. On the good side, the quality of the tap water is improving, but …
When it’s raining, it’s pouring. You know, I’m talking about tropical showers, sheets of water falling from the sky and when you happen to be without shelter, you’re soaked to the bone. You’re still warm and reasonable comfy, but there is not a centimeter of dry skin on your body.
Well, I think not only humans don’t necessarily like it when they are getting soaked, I know for a fact that not only humans don’t like this feeling. Gazillion of others feel the same. And all of a sudden they all seek refuge in our house.
And all of them, I’m serious now, ALL OF THEM I hate from the bottom of my heart.
Starting with the little black ones. A real nuisance, because they are everywhere, show up in billions and after you got rid of them, there are more showing up.
And their little cousins, they always get into the water kettle and therefore into my tea or coffee. Yuck.
And the ones with the hairy legs, looking down at you from the top of the window.
And their sisters, really lovely when you find them taking a shower with you.
There are the ones with ‘thousand legs’, but no problem, they are harmless.
However to top it off: The ones with ‘hundred legs’:
Pretty cute to look at as babies with their blue head and legs,
but they are the ones that will get you a free ride to the hospital if they bite you in your butt in the middle of the night while you’re peacefully sleeping in your bed (as happened to the Hubs).
Oh, how much I LOVE the tropics after days of rainfall, with all its lovely creeping and crawling inhabitants.
What are your favorite surprise guests?
(as part of Wordless Wednesdays and linked up with live and love … out loud, project alicia, parenting BY dummies, Dagmar’s Momsense, Seven Clown Circus, Tara’s view of the world, Crazy About My Baybah, Supermom Alysha, 5 Minutes for Mom, Angry Julie Monday, Better in Bulk and NapTime MomTog )
Do you know the area you are living in? Depending on the period of time you are living there and the time you spent to explore it you may, or be honest, you might not.
In my case, I certainly don’t know every place. We are living on the main island (one of the inner islands) since 4 years, before I spent one year on a tiny outer island and a about half a year on a liveaboard travelling the outer islands all the way down to Aldabra. I actually know more about the outer islands than most natives living on the main island.
That’s why we spent our recent day of PFBF (Paradise-Family-Beach-Fun) on one of the other inner islands. We didn’t go swimming, even though it was very tempting. But only feasible if you have a place to stay and rinse off the salt and sand, otherwise you end up with a big blister where it really hurts. But enough talking, come and join us on our trip.
Early morning we got on the high-speed-ferry to the next island, switched to another ferry and arrived on our destination roughly two hours later. On this island there are no cars, no motorised transportation besides a couple of taxis. Everybody is using bicycles or is sitting on an Ox cart.
grabbed rented our bikes and set off for an exploration, a little bit like tourists. But that’s the way life is in a tourist destination. 😉
All of the inner islands are granite islands and this island is one of the most beautiful ones, mainly because of the picturesque granite rock formations. We went to check out ‘Anse la Source a Jean’, a beach of course, as if we had none of those on our home-island.
On our way we met this guy, maybe a distant cousin to the Tortoise living in our garden, who knows.
We grabbed a bite to eat and kept going, up the hill, and down the hill to the next beach, Grand Anse.
Even ‘Timan’ was
getting scared impressed by the waves.
There are always big waves and dangerous currents here, nobody should swim out far and it’s definitely not a place where you let a little tot play in the water.
On our way back we passed old abandoned houses like this one:
I have to admit, at this point I had a serious problem and I could feel every nerve in my behind. So much about the comfort of a rental bike when the last time I rode a bike was half a decade ago. But I’m a Mommy, I don’t know the word pain. 😉
On the other side of the island were less waves but the sun was more cruel burning down on us. By now it was mid afternoon and just a tiny little bit hot.
And the Hubs pedaled and pedaled. What else was I to do but follow my men. We passed more palm trees and more granite rocks until even my Hubs had enough.
Time to turn around and head back to the jetty, where a cold beer was waiting for us and a glass of fresh passionfruit juice for ‘Timan’.
When we reached the main island, our little tot was fast asleep.
I’m sure you are doing day-trips with your family too. What are you doing? Are you going to the zoo or a theme park? Tell me about it, we don’t have this here and I’d like to know. As always, I’m curious.
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