And we had another awesome week in Paradise. The tot was in school, the Hubs was off work for a couple of days and what does the Mommy want more? Nothing, nada, nixinixnix. Ok, a little sunshine would have been nice too, but we managed without.
This week I realized several things, some rather important things.
1. My husband is actually able to morph back into the person he was before ‘Timan’, even before we were married. This week we did things we used to do prior to the arrival our bundle of endless energy, just the two of us.
2. We went for a cappuccino in the morning to our favorite coffee shop,
we went for lunch like a couple on a date, we talked and smiled and talked and laughed and enjoyed. But to top it all: we went SHOPPING, shopping for clothes and shopping for shoes, shopping for the Hubs to be exact!!! And it was even his own idea. 🙂
3. I was very surprised. Usually he’s getting goose bumps and runs for cover when I mention the S-word.
4. And yeah, the other thing we did too.
5. And then I cracked my toe. Outch. No, hold your horses, it happened later.
The Hubs and ‘Timan’ were happy doing dude things, like wrestling and such, while I was happily watching from the side.
But the guys wanted Mommy to join in the game. And since I’m doing everything for my men, I gave in. We had lots of fun, for a short while. I was running around and jumping like a deer and … kicked the corner, the tot’s indoor tricycle, the couch, I can’t remember what. Now my toe is almost double the size and blue. I spare you the photo. And I started wondering why do I always hit the 4th or the pinky toe and never the big ones? But never mind, at least I don’t have problems getting into shoes. Flip-flops have plenty of room.
6. My final lesson this week: twosome is awesome, but threesome is best (despite the toe).
And with this I wish everyone an awesome twosome, threesome, plenty-some weekend (or a lonesome one, if you prefer).
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Do you end up with casualties too when you’re roughhousing with your men? Or is it just me getting to old for this stuff. Sigh.
I think every woman knows when men are sick, the world is falling apart for them and they suffer a gazillion deaths. This week I learned that my little tot is on the way to become a man.
1. Last week ‘Timan’ was in creche (preschool) for only three days, for the first time in his life. And he caught a bug already. Saturday night he was a very sick little boy, suffering from THE COLD.
Ok, I agree, having a cold is uncomfortable and a pain in the neck, especially when you’re three years old. But all the screaming ‘Mommy, Mommy, hold my hand, stay with me, don’t go away, never, Mommy, Mommy’ sounded more like my Hubs when he’s sick (just change the Mommy to Honey). Well, the little one is a man in training after all.
2. This shows without a doubt, bugs are everywhere and just wait to jump on my tot. Well, that’s the way it is and I better get used to it. But there is a good side to every coin, isn’t it? The more often ‘Timan’ is coming down with a cold, the better his immune system will get trained and the easier he can handle getting sick later in life, or the more immune he will become to those nasty bugs.
3. Just look at me. When I was a child I probably had every virus on the planed that is causing a cold. But now, not anymore. These days, both of my men are getting sick, the big one on a regular basis. And me, I can be the nurse.
4. The Hubs was working on Sunday so the tot and I spent the day cuddling on the couch watching movies and I was the ‘nursie no. 1’ to my ‘oh so very sick’ little man.
5. And guess what, early Monday morning ‘Timan’ was himself again and started the day with decorating the bathroom with toilet paper and the cold was just a shadow from the past.
6. And because I’m desperately looking for things to do with the little one we did some planting this week. I’ve bought some seeds for kitchen herbs and ‘Timan’ was very eager to help when he heard the magic words ‘let’s dig the dirt’. But he did it very carefully and filled up the pot and put the seeds in.
If all goes well and
he doesn’t I don’t forget to water the plants,
we will have basil, sage, thyme and parsley in no time. Hey, we are living in the tropics and everything is growing like weeds ;-), anyway, things are growing much faster here then in a temperate climate.
8. I’m already looking forward to a good old ‘insalata caprese’ (if I’m lucky and find somewhere some mozzarella), one of my favorites.
I wish everyone a wonderful weekend.
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Do you experience the same phenomena with your male family members when they are sick?
… or the big man was down and the little man was suffering with him.
The other day my Hubs came home late from work. I was in bed already when he woke me up knocking on the bedroom window. And outside the house I found my man with his teeth clenched while hopping on one leg, without the house key. My poor Hubs had made a wrong step and strained his ankle. At least, that’s what it looked like to me. But looking at his face, I could have sworn he just lost his whole foot. My poor Husband, why is it, that men are so vulnerable and weak when they are in pain.
Unfortunately for him there were no pain-killer in the house either (mental note for me: buy some for the next time Hubs is close to tears). So I was a good wife, did some TLC and helped him taking off his clothes and take a shower with lots of “ouch”, “it hurts” and “ayoyo”. Never in their life men (my man) would have been able to push a football through a wedding ring, if you know what I mean. 😉
The next morning, he felt much better already and of course he was able to go to work. But I guess he was really in pain because he came home that day with a crutch and a new bandage.
So while Hubs was sipping on his coffee and changing his bandage (probably for the 10th time in the last 5 hours?) he was closely observed by ‘Timan’. While the big man was moaning his “ouch”, the little man was joining in with “me too, it hurts, ouch, ouch”. And he needed some ‘kiss’ medicine, and a bandage of his own.
Actually everything that is happening to the Hubs or me is happening to ‘Timan’ as well. The bad events luckily just happen in the little ones imagination and the other things are funny and some are a little bit annoying sometimes. For example I am cutting myself in the kitchen (this can tell you a lot about my cooking skills, I know) and try to stop the bleeding, ‘Timan’ needs a plaster very urgently. Or I put on foundation in the morning, ‘Timan’ needs to powder his nose. And when Hubs is wearing Jeans, ‘Timan’ would not leave the house with anything else. Sometimes Hubs is playing Guitar, the tot is playing his toy trumpet and Mommy is running far away.
I only wish he would imitate me the same way when it comes to eating his meal with fork or spoon like he nicely did until a couple of weeks ago or when I ask him to put his toys away and even start with the task.
Luckily imitation comes natural to children and it’s an easy way to learn. For example with crayons: I draw a curved line with a circle above it, he does the same (sort of) and it’s a mountain with the sun shining down. Or rolling up the bandage to use it again, the same way he saw Hubs doing it, and unroll it around his own foot.
But I am absolutely fine with it, when he ends up doing something completely different. Every person is an individual and a creative spirit needs to be free.
But tell me, is your partner acting the same as mine when it comes to pain? Or is he playing the fierce hero? And what about your tot, do you also have a little copycat running through your house?
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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