Category Archives: Painting
… 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 ?
Sometimes we just have those days. The days when nothing goes right and everything goes wrong. I think everybody has bad days, I do, you do probably too, and ‘Timan’ does have them more often than others. Sigh. I just hope this past day marks one of his last toddler outbursts. I’m allowed to dream, right? 😉
We have had a couple of nice, joyful, playful, happy days. But yesterday was one of these bad days again. Even though his prickly heat rash has gone worse over night, the day started actually very nice with cuddling in bed, followed by reading his favorite stories about ‘Thomas the Train’. Of course he didn’t agree when I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. This happens every day.
The initial refusal to drink his vitamins is also something he does every day. Nothing to worry so far. Making a mess with his Corn Flakes, no problem, it happens every day. Taking a shower and donning clothes as usual. Mommy sweeping the house as usual. But no, not really, because at one point I realized it was quiet. Too quiet. And that’s not good. I called ‘Timan’, no answer. I went to look for ‘Timan’ and found him in the bathroom, busy painting this:
Ok, no problem.
He’s always standing on this chair when he’s brushing his teeth or playing with water in the sink and he knows he has to pay attention. Not today. As soon as I turned away to put down the camera, I heard a bang and ‘Timan’ screaming. He’s fallen off the chair. My poor little one, he bit his lip, hit his front teeth and blood was everywhere. This was my mistake, right away I should have taken him off the chair. Not even a second I should have thought about taking a picture. And he would have complained, would not have understood the reason and would not have agreed with me lifting him off the chair because he does climb on this chair about one hundred times a day. And of course I did not take a picture of the bloody mess afterwards, but was holding him for an hour until he stopped crying. And the rest of the morning he was one cranky little boy in pain and my heart was crying with him.
Fast forward, eating a real lunch was not an option because of his hurting mouth, but he agreed to have some noodle soup. Afterwards I wanted him to brush his teeth himself so he could control the pain but also to get some of the blood away. And while I was cleaning the dishes he run outside, to play hide and seek until I was supposed to come and get him for his nap. Not yesterday, almost immediately after he left I heard him screaming as loud as he did when he fell off the chair. I hurried outside, and he came running towards me, his knees and toes all scraped and bloody.
Sigh. Poor little one, mouth swollen, teeth hurting, knee bruised, prickly heat rash itching all over the body, refusing to get the wounds properly taken care of. He didn’t even let me look at his teeth, I just hope they stay healthy. Sigh again. And of course he was throwing a fit, who wouldn’t. We were not having a good day yesterday.
Finally he was napping for a while. The rest of the day ‘Timan’ was more or less whiny and cranky, very clingy and in pain even though he said he wasn’t. Not even his favorite movie could cheer him up, but he was watching it anyway.
And the day ended with quietly eating Vegetable Pilav, I guess his teeth weren’t that painful anymore, followed by a loud and painful shower with lots of screaming and putting lotion and medicine on the body with more screaming, even though I knew for sure this wasn’t painful, maybe just not the way the tot wanted it. And then ‘Timan’ went to sleep.
But, as I said, this happened yesterday. Today is a brand new day. Let’s see what it brings us. It can only be better. ‘Timan’ is giggling happily. Let’s smile again. 🙂
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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.
“At the very beginning,
I draw the first timid lines, …
then I wait patiently till I get tenderly kissed by a muse, …
come on babe, get a move on …
ah, there you are, now we are in business …
yes, I can feel you’re with me …
and our work is accomplished.”
(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, Dear Crissy Momhood Captured, Supermom Alysha and more )