Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The amazingness of every First…
On Monday, I did my Bad Mommy Homework, and one of the questions I had to answer was "Something you are struggling with presently that I wish I could help you with:". This was my answer "Walking! I wish you would just walk now so you can go where you want to, when you want to, for however long you want to. I can't stand the frustration you have to endure because you can't manage on your own yet.". Then, not even TWO days later, my wish came true!!! Last night, at approximately 19:00 – 19:30, Boobah decides that this whole business of clinging in to the couches and/or tables whilst walking around the room is not for him, so he just… let go. Just like that! AND HE WALKED!!! BY HIMSELF! FOR THE FIRST TIME! And you know how all those books say that generally baby persons give one or two steps and then either sits down or tumbles over? Not my kid! He gave the 6 steps from The Dad to me, hugged me and then promptly turned around and walked back to The Dad. Just sommer so… I am currently the proudest mommy in the world. My kid is amazing! Also remember, this is a child who never crawled, as he refused to lie on his stomach for longer than 2 seconds at a time. Boobah's age when this happened: 2 days shy of his 11 month Monthday!!! I am posting videos of this happy event as soon as I convert them properly… I tried to upload them here, but it doesn't seem to be working, so I am loading them to Google Videos. Here are the links for anyone wishing to see: Boobah walking in circles 1 Step, 2 Step
Party Planning…2!
On Friday I decide that I really want to…no actually need to spend some money. Actually, this feeling occurred on Thursday, but the money transferred to Boobah's account had not been cleared yet, so had to wait. Which I did, but with a very heavy heart. Come Friday, I am absolutely itching to get to the shops! Once there, it was difficult to make up my mind on what unnecessary things to blow the cash on, but eventually I decide to be a good mommy and start buying things for Boobah's birthday party. It is now just over a month away and rather than having to buy everything at once, which will make a seriass dent in The Dad's pocket, I thought it better to spilt the costs over two months. Boy, am I glad I made that decision?! This weekend's party shopping alone cost me 700 Souf African Ronts already! And this is without the cake which will cost roughly 400 Souf African Ronts BY ITSELF! That is an expense for next month though… So now, I can start ticking off some of the items on my list that I needed to get: That is just the accessories that I can remember off the top of my head. There is still a whole bunch of other stuff that we need, like the party box fillings and all the eateries for the day, kids-wise and for the parental units. And we DEFINITELY have to remember to get carrots from the Fruit&Veg the morning of the party so all the kidlets can feed the bunnies. I'll keep this post updated as we go along!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
My African Adventure…
Yesterday, I took Boobah to a casting agency in Melville. I think my boy is absolutely gorgeous, and I would be very selfish for keeping that all to myself. Because I don't know the area very well, and I tend to be very directionless, I asked The Dad to borrow his GPS Navigator. All went well, and we got there safely, even though I made a couple of wrong turns. The great thing about the GPS is that it automatically works out a new route for you on the fly, in case you are retarded like I am, and don't follow instructions very well. Like I said, we got there eventually. Now my adventure starts the moment we leave. The Dad asked if I wouldn't mind coming round his place of work, so he can show off his kid to everybody there. I have no qualms with that, nor any other places I need to be, so I agree. The Dad works in Alberton, I was in Melville. Logically, one would assume to get onto the M1, drive around Johannesburg to get to the N3 and then onto Alberton we go. And I would've, had I realized – in time - that the damn GPS was set to 'Avoid Highways'!!!!! But I didn't. So I went straight through THE FUCKING CENTER OF BLOODY JOHANNEBURG!!! This is the way I should've gone: And this is probably how I ended up going: The green block is where I saw the biggest Taxi Rank I've ever seen in my life! Needless to say, when I eventually got to The Dad's place of work, I gave him a piece of my mind, and told him exactly how lucky he is to not have me shove that damn GPS up his ass, and that I hadn't thrown it out the window. He apologized profusely and bought me lunch to calm me down. All the while, Boobah is sitting in the back of the car, playing with his Barney. We are safe, and survived to tell the tale. YAY!
Here I am, a teeny tiny white girl in her pink little car with a little baby person in the back, being squished from all sides at the biggest damn Taxi Rank I have ever seen in my life, scared totally shitless, panicking so bad my Clutch-foot started wobbling uncontrollably feeling like I'm screaming EASY TARGET at the top of my lungs. I quickly take of all my jewelry and bling and shiny stuff, shove it in the side panel and hide my phone in the ashtray bowl and slide the GPS under my seat so as not to attract any more attention to us. It's sad how, in this beautiful country, life has taken so many turns and twists that one has to be scared to drive through one of the most beautiful areas in Gauteng – has anyone even bothered to take a look at how ornate the old buildings in JHB CBD actually are – and feel so paranoid and anxious about it. Remember what happened to Peas not so long ago? And in the same area. I am posting some pics of a map taken of Veza Route Planner. It's from a road in Melville, to Jules Street in Jeppestown. This is where I actually ended up at one stage. Luckily from here I had more or less an idea of how to get onto the M1, but by then the mental damage had already been done.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday Disaster
So, as all Joburg residing readers might have heard, on Friday, the N3 South highway, experienced a horrific accident. That just so happens to be my way home. I suppose I could've taken a different route home, but a. that would have ended up taking me just as long to get home, because most other people would be taking alternate routes, and b. the voyeur in me compelled me to sit in the mostly-standing-still traffic so I could see what the fuss was all about. My journey starts at 15:36. Rivonia road is relatively fast paced for a Friday afternoon. Quite surprising actually. Turn to get onto the highway a-a-a-a-a-n-d stop dead in my tracks. The beginning of a long journey home. After moving about 20 meters in only 10 minutes and passing FOUR cars standing next to the side of the road, I decide it's time to start snapping away and document any cars I see broken down on my way home. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but I had nowhere to go slowly and I was bored and this made time pass seemingly quicker. Without further ado, here are all the cars I managed to take a picture of. I even got one of a bike: Sorry if any of these were any of you guys. Hope you didn't get home too late…
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Don’t I just suck at keeping things updated here???
I have, very-proud-of-myself-ly, paid for all my BidOrBuy purchases today, totaling an amount of about R510.00. This includes postage and packaging. So within hopefully the next 4 business days I will start receiving little Post Office notices that I have packages waiting for me for collection! I am super excited and don't know how I will be able to contain my emotions when the first notice arrives… I can not wait. Here are some examples of what I bought: This is a set of two Amethysts totaling a weight of 2.61ct This is an 0.5ct Excellent Oval Peridot. Peridot just so happens to be my birthstone, which makes this even more alluring. Another set of two. These are two Pink Tourmaline stones with a combined weight of 1.32ct. All these stones are natural, not like those manufactured stones one can get these days, with a clarity of VS or more. That is pretty amazing! And the sets of two would make lovely earrings. I just have to get The Dad to have them set for me. Along with the Peridot in a pretty pretty ring which I can wear everyday. In other news, Boobah had his very first Easter this year, and BOY! Did he enjoy the eggs I gave him. Nothing big or major, as this was his first experience to chocolate as well. So I tried to keep it limited to one hollow chocolate egg and one of those white coated chocolate eggs. Look at that sweet and innocent face: Boobah has also learned the word CAT. Only, he says KA for the Afrikaans version KAT, but can't quite get the T out just yet. It's very cute asking him where the cat is, and he points to either his stuffed cat toy, or the cat at his Nannie's place. The only thing wrong with this picture? Any animal with four legs is now considered a cat… Only 15 more work-sleeps until the last day of my job here! I can't wait! I have been dealing with Telkom for the past 5 days – AND THEY ARE BLOODY USELESS!!!! It's a pity that they are the only landline service provider in SA, because that makes them believe that they don't have to give the best of service, because they have no competition to lose out to! They suck chicken balls!!! Anyhoo, don't foget to take a look at the Bad Mommy Blog homework for this week! It was my turn to set it, and I happen to think I came up with a fabulous idea! If you agree that this was a fabulous idea, don't hesitate to compliment me on my brilliance. If you disagree, then I don't want to know about it…. Ha ha ha, hee hee hee, he he **cough cough** **splutter** **SIGH**
Thursday, March 20, 2008
What’s in the bag?!?
Okay, so I get to show you what's in MY bag. YAY! This is thanks to Exmi, who showed us what's in her bag. Sho, it's actually quite horrendous. I never realised I carried so much shit around with me. Maybe I did, but was living in total denial. Anyhoo, here's some snaps of said bag: As you'll all be able to clearly see, it is a pretty, black, *real* leather handbag, which I bought for myself as a 21st birthday present. That was almost 2 years ago. Amazingly, it has lasted me all this time. Although it should, seeing as I paid the price of a small country for it. Now, let's move on to the interesting part – The Contents: And lastly Just so you know, the bag is not THAT big.... ...this is nogals quite scary! Okay, Tag time. I know a lot of people don't like these (I love them...hint hint, nudge nudge...), but I have to tag someone, or this would be no fun. So here goes: And I tried to tag only BMB bloggers. Also, I read you guys' blogs everyday, so it's time I get another look into an other aspect of your personal lives'! HAVE FUN!!! *I don't even know where this is! **Bought Boobah a Chicco Quattro Motorbike, and he doesn't even like it a lot. I'm hoping time will change that ***Misdrunk – Meaning to MISplace something whilst being DRUNK
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
An update of my life... (Just a quick one)
These last couple of days have been crazy! I don't know where time has flown to I've been so busy. And yet, I've been procrastinating a WHOLE lot... Firstly, I had crazy sock sex this weekend. Yes, I know what you're thinking: "You had sex?", and yes, I did. With my socks on! It was lovely. It was comfy. It was warm. Isn't it amazing how time changes everything? I mean, in the beginning of a relationship one dresses up and wears' kinky clothes and do a whole lot of sexy things. Then, as time progresses, the kinkiness normally dries up and you're lucky if you still get some action. And then, where there was once wild passion, there is now comfortable relaxing bonking. I'm happy The Dad let's me wear my socks. Although, in part, I think he's just grateful that I'm actually opening up for a change. Boobah has been a tad sick of late. Nothing serious, just a cold. And shame, the poor boys' voice is hoarse. He sounds funny when he cries and laughs now. He was wrestling his dad last night. It was so very cute to watch. Besides that, he has become a bit of a biter. And a temper tantrum thrower. If he doesn't get his way, boy does he let you know about it! And then when he gets hold of anyone close by, he bites them on top of it too. I have been experiencing some financial difficulty lately. Well, it's not very difficult, but I've been spending money like it's going out of fashion. I've always been a spend thrift, but it has reached extreme proportions now. So much so, that The Dad has put his foot down. Some rules have been set into place. For example, I have been forced to change my banking details with my employer. Okay, I lie, I didn't do it, The Dad did. He phoned up my boss, explained to him the situation and then requested the detail change. Can anyone say EMBARRASSING ??? I also had to hand over any store cards which may or may not have been in my possession and had to give a full breakdown of my monthly debit orders. My cellphone has been given a limit too. This has all been done with a promise from The Dad that at the end of the month, when all payments have been made to all relevant parties, and IF there is anything left, I will get an allowance of X (X depending on the amount left) that I can spend on anything I wish. If I choose to do it all on one day on one purchase, that is my prerogative. He will not ask questions or make comments on any purchase I make. I know this sounds harsh, but I think it was time. I needed someone to manage my financials for me, cos I abso-bloody-lutely suck when it comes to money! But now, and here it comes again, I just don't know what's wrong with me: I have discovered ONLINE SHOPPING. More specifically BidOrBuy. The site is absolutely addictive! I have, at time of writing this post, already bid on 17 different items. None of which I need, but they're all so cheap! So far, I've only been outbid on 2 items. But, I'm trying to restrain myself and not go and rebid on these items. I will not do it on any items I may be outbid on. For heavens' sake, the one item costs R3500.00! I haven't the faintest idea where I would've coughed that out from. Do you see now? I have a problem. I know they say admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, but then I have to take that second step (which I've done incidentally). And then, like a true addict, BAM! I find a way around that too... This is fucking ridiculous! Yet, I cannot control myself. On the upside, I got a new job. YAY! New job = more money = more of a chance of me actually getting X allowance to spend. YAY! I shall be leaving my current company a month from now, and then start my new job afresh. It will be a sad day though, as I've been here so long, I feel like part of the furniture. I've seen people come and go, and come back again. They've shared through some of the biggest moments in my life; my first engagement (not to The Dad, though), the break-up of said engagement, my 21st (Boy, was I absolutely hammered that night), news of my pregnancy, my whole pregnancy, the birth of Boobah, the ups and downs of my life with The Dad and many other occasions... I will sorely miss these people! But, I have to move on. I have reached the highest level I could in my field and the money isn't too fab either. But this will all change soon. I'm still planning Boobah's Birthday Party and goodness gracious, it is going to cost an absolute fortune. But, like I said then, and I'll say it now, I will give him the best party that I can afford to give. Even if it costs a lot of money. This is his first birthday party, and I have to and want to make it special. Thanks to all the mommies who gave me some fabulous ideas and hints and tips. I'm going to be sure and try use them all! Adieu!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I have some planning to do! – CRY FOR HELP!!!
Right, I have some serious planning to do. In less than TWO months, my Boobah will turn ONE! His first birthday is coming up, and I have to/want to/will throw the party of the year. As is in my Leo nature, I am extravagant. I like doing things over the top and I absolutely love to WOW people. If someone in the family does something, I have to do it better. If someone in the family got something for one of their kids, I will have to get the same, just better. I don't say this out loud though. I just do it. And since this is how it's always been, they just assume that I have a lot more money to spend. And sometimes I do, but mostly I don't. What's a little debt here and there anyway? Back to the point: I am going to organise a party for Boobah for his very first birthday. I have already decided on a theme, although that wasn't a very tough decision to make. We are going Cars. With Lightning McQueen and Radiator Springs and Mack and Sarge. This was helped along when I came across this absolutely gorgeous cake on Angels' nephew Nathan's photo page. I want it! I want it! So that gives us a theme and a cake. For the venue, I think somewhere like the Bokkie Park, in Boksburg would be a good idea. It's neutral ground to start with (seeing as the families don't always see eye-to-eye), the kiddies can run around and play, and if they spill a drink or drop some cake, who cares? They're outside, they're getting fresh air and they get to see real live animals! What could be cooler than that? I was thinking, for decorations, I could get one of those themed Party-In-A-Box deals, they have a nice Cars one. Actually, they have two, as they got in new stock recently. So that helps decoration-wise. I'll also get some balloons and maybe a couple of old tyres I'm sure my dad would have lying in the garage somewhere. Now we've got theme, venue, cake and decorations. Here's where I'm getting stuck a bit: I NEED HELP WITH PARTY FOOD!! I haven't been to a kiddies party in yonks, (besides one in January and the food wasn't age appropriate either) so I haven't the faintest idea of what to do. I remember a little of what we had as small kiddies, like Boudoir finger biscuit cars, and Marie Biscuit Smiley faces, but beyond that my memory is failing me. As is my imagination. Thus, any mommies with older babies, or any one with a great imagination, please help me give Boobah a great party. Also, any other ideas and suggestions for the party would also be welcomed with big open arms. And I promise to post pictures of this ginormous event in Boobah's life as soon as it happens!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Life seems okay right now
I don't think I am one of the easiest people to live with. And I am much more difficult to love. I'm likable, that I have no doubt of, but I think it's hard to love me. I certainly tend to make it hard for the people I care about. But then, I come out on the other side, and I just know that the love is true, and it's there to stay. There's no particular incident that I can think of now to properly describe what I mean, it's just something that I was pondering about the other day. The mere fact that The Dad still stuck around after one of many outbursts of late goes beyond me. I like my life to be just so. I need to know what's happening so I can organize it into my little compartments in my head so I know what's happening. I would like to know prior to or, at the very latest before I close my eyes, what is happening the next day so I can plan my day step by step and know in which order things are happening and more or less when they will happen. I don't need to know minute-by-minute, but something like, in the morning we are doing this, then we are going to do that, then we are going here etc. So, The Dad, when you throw a spanner into the works, it really screws me up and that will put me, in the very least, a foul mood for the rest of the day. When I've planned to go to the shops, then to my folks to drop Boobah off for Nannie Nap Over Saturday and then to a friend or whatever, don't, I repeat, DO NOT quite nonchalantly inform me that we have to stop at YOUR folks for insert-some-feeble-excuse-here. Firstly, I spend 5 out of 7 days of the week there for an hour, minimum. That in itself is not the problem. But given prior incidents and your fathers' general demeanour it doesn't make for a pleasant visit every time. Then, on a weekend when there's been time to drink, he takes a turn for the worse and that makes it even MORE unpleasant! And besides this, we are now grown up; we have moved out, we have a family of our own! I certainly do not want to be spending each and every waking moment with your family anymore. But, we have spoken about this and come to a compromise. If and when you need to see your father over a weekend (other than it being a special occasion like a birthday or the like), you shall go to them by yourself. Boobah and I will either stay at home, be at Nannie's, the shops, my friend or anywhere else that does not involve having to see them. However much I love your folks, that doesn't necessarily mean I always like them, and you know how I feel about your fathers' SMS (Small Man Syndrome) insecurities. I can't always deal with that, and nor do I feel I have to. I am not a child anymore and refuse to be spoken to or treated as one. However, I would like to state here, that I appreciate the fact that we had the discussion we did on Friday afternoon. I am glad that you let me tell you all that was bothering me, and that you then decided to step up to the plate, and be the MAN we know you are and can be. Thank you for being mature enough to understand what I was saying and to realise the mistakes you were making with regards to our relationship. This just proves to me, and to everyone who doubted our relationship, that we are able to work together and overcome anything that threatens our life together. Thank you for admitting you were wrong about certain things. I realise that it was difficult, as being a Leo myself I also fully believe that I am never wrong. I am not saying, and I said it then too, that I never make mistakes, and that I am never wrong, but Friday night it wasn't about what I'm doing wrong. It was about you needing to decide what big of a role I play, and will continue to portray in your life in future. Do you want me to stick around and be there? Because if you do, things will have to change. You will have to stop being such a daddy's boy and become the man of the house. You need to ensure that we are provided for before your own needs, and I will do exactly the same. It's not about you and me, yours and mine anymore. It's now US and OURS. Now I would like to thank you. I had a wonderful weekend with you. I am glad you were home for a change. I miss you when you're not there. And even though we live together, we've reached that phase in our relationship where we live past each other. I see you, you see me, but nothing meaningful happens. But since Friday, a lot feels like it has changed. We actually had a conversation last night about something other than what Boobah is doing or who's going to change him and who's going to make the bottle. It was fun. I enjoyed that a whole lot. And thank you. It really feels as if you do care about me and what I have to say and my feelings, because you took it to heart and made a visible effort. It makes me fall in love with you all over again. And lastly, thank you for last night. For growing the balls to actually stand up for me against your father. I'm glad the skille finally fell from your eyes and that you saw, I am not always talking bullshit, and I'm not constantly looking for a fight, or looking for something to blame your father for and that he, too, can be wrong and mean. Thank you for realising that. I love you, The Dad. -XXX-
Friday, March 7, 2008
Shhh...!
Boobah is finally sleeping...again. No whispering, creaking (specially you old folks), peeping, pooping, snoring or even breathing more than is absolutely neccessary allowed! I swear - if you wake this child up, you will suffer severe consequences!
That said, maybe I should atleast inform you of the events leading up to this dire threat.
Boobah went to bed later than usual (normally 8-ish), which was okay, seeing as he was being such a little sweetheart. But even so, its draining to try and keep...TBC...
...Continued... It seems as if blogging via a cellular telephone only allows a certain number of characters to be entered. Maybe there's another way of sending full length complete post from your cellular telephone, but at 12:30 AM, that is the last thing I would like to be investigating. If anyone knows of any other way, please feel free to inform me of such accordingly*. Continuing with post now...
him entertained for longer than I'm used to. Specially after a long day filled with frustration at work. Some people are just too dumb to be even let close to a computer with a ten foot pole. And working 2 hours over time does not help! Ah, I digress...
After a while he seemed to reach that point where it seems as if he will now finally fall asleep on the bottle. So that is exactly what we did, give him a bottle to sleep. About half way through, Boobah realises our plan, and suddenly wants to sit straight up and carry on with playing like he did 10 minutes before. There goes plan numero uno. We play a little more, we sing another song, we do The Wheels on the Bus actions for about the twentieth time -I love it, that always makes him laugh - and then I have to go have a smoke because I am starting to suffer some withdrawal symptoms. The Dad is appointed to look after him for the 4 minutes it's going to take me to have half a cigarette and promptly decides that now would be a good time to help Boobah into LaLa Land.
It didn't take as long as we expected, and finally we can also pass out on the couches till one wakes up at a later hour, wakes the other up and then we jump into bed until Boobah wakes for his early-morning bottle. Only, last night The Dad and I get woken up at 10:40 PM by what starts as a soft sniffle, and later morphs into one of those sad-broken-hearted sobs from the little baby person AKA Boobah. The only thing wrong with this picture: Boobah is still asleep! Yes, my little poopie-pie-noenoe-baba is crying in his sleep. Now how do you console someone who is not really aware that he is crying heartwrenchingly?
The only thing we did do/could do/knew what to do was to console the little man, rock-a-bye him back to sleep and try and put him down again. That didn't work so well, so I ended up sleeping with him in my arms on the couch, until said arm was dead, and then some. The biggest mistake I made then, was to try and get up to put him back in his cot. He started crying again. The Dad took over from here for a while.
It was 12:04 AM at this stage, and I couldn't sleep, much as I wanted to, and that's when I started with this post. Eventually at about 2, all 3 of us just passed out from pure exhaustion I think. Until 3:45 AM. He wakes again. I just picked him up, got back on the couch and no major drama, till about 5:15 AM this morning when it was more or less time for us to get up anyway.
Needless to say, I have had better nights of rest before. I was right in assuming that Monday night's episode was a once off for the next 6 months. I am very happy that it's Friday, and that we are one sleep closer to Nap-Over-Saturday at Nannie's house. I am definitely needing this break!
Oh, and Boobah has suddenly taken an aversion to bathing. Puzzles me as to why, since he used to lurve his bath times...
* I've just come out of a meeting where the lingo was all big businessey like.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Hey, Hey, I'm a rockstar!!
The newest latest hottest addition to the music world...:
Hurry up and get your tickets, they're selling like hot cakes!
Diocese of Nantes - Playing at a venue near YOU!
Saw this meme over here.
Do you want to be a rockstar?? I bet you do! So, this is what you do:
1. To get your band name, go here. The title of the page will be the name of your band.
2. For your album name, go here next. The last four words of the last quote at the bottom of the page will be your album name
3. Now, to get a really cool album cover, simply go here. The third image on the top line will be your album cover. Use as is, or you can funkify it to your hearts' desire. Just remember to credit the original owner of the pic.
Can't wait to see other emerging stars - post in the comment section if you don't blog.
Toodles!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Being a mom is great!
Despite my ranting and raving and despair yesterday, last night my little Boobah just proved to me again why I love him so much and can't live a day without him.
He was the most adorable little creature. No funny business last night. So much so, that I actually felt bad about complaining about him yesterday.
I cooked for him last night. It seems as if now that he's had some *real* food - you know, eating off everyone's plates - he won't touch Purity any more. I can maybe feed him the odd Fruit & Yoghurt mixture, but those days are getting fewer and further apart. So, as I was saying, I cooked for him last night. The first batch of food, nice mixed veggies and green beans and a potato that I was going to mush up together, burnt. Just a little. Okay, alot. The whole house stank of burnt potato, and any aspiring young cook out there will know how much that smells! I just didn't have enough hands at that moment.
Take two - I boil some rice, pumpkin and more green beans together. When that was done, I mushed it up, and voila, a devine meal for a cute little boy. I have to say though, Boobah is not very keen on chunky bits in his food. It must definitely not be too chewy, and the rice wasn't as soft as I wold have liked it to be for him. That said, however, he ate much more than I first anticipated, even though it took us ten million years to eat dinner.
During this feeding chapter, The Dad went to the Pick 'n Pay up the road to drop off some movies, and maybe get us something nice. I did request a big tub of smooth yoghurt, as that is a firm favorite with Boobah. So, The Dad came home with said yoghurt and a pack of 4 mini tubs of Moo Ice-Cream. Yay! I love it, because the white ice cream tastes like condensed milk.
Now, being the Bad Mom that I am, guess what Boobah had for dessert? Yes, that's right, Moo ice cream. I couldn't sit there and not share with him. Oh did he love that. He kept on looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I could just read the signs in his eyes: "More, mommy, more!". I couldn't resist. And it was extremely funny watching how every cold mouthful gave him the shivers. So I kept on feeding him ice cream for laughs (like those folks giving their babes a lemon wedge for laughs). I don't feel too bad, seeing as ice cream is made from milk and so is yoghurt, so what's the big difference? (Besides it containg an awful lot of sugar...)
After dinner we played and danced and sang songs and clapped hands. It was fun having my friendly happy boy back. He went to bed quite late-ish, but you know what, he slept right through the night. That hasn't happened in absolute ages! It probably won't happen again for another 6 months though. That's okay too, cause it was one of the best nights of sleep we had in a very very long time.
I feel so refreshed!
Monday, March 3, 2008
The Start of a New Week
Happy Monday to you, Happy Monday to you, Let's hope this week is better than last week, Happy Monday to you!!
I'm trying to be an optimist. We've had one of the most trying weeks ever last week, and it all peaked this weekend. I just don't know what is going on with my little monster. This type of behaviour is very unusual for Boobah and I don't kow how to handle him and this change. Let me give you a breakdown of a typical weekend:
Saturday:
6:00 am - The Dad wakes up for work
6:02 am - Boobah wakes up
6:02:30 am - I have to wake up because Boobah's awake because The Dad makes so much noise getting ready
6:05 am - Boobah and I wade through toys and pillows and blankets to find a spot on the lounge floor so I can watch Great Expectations - Boobah happens to love the show too
6:06 - 7:00 am - In ad-breaks, I shove, sorry gently put a more interesting toy in Boobah's reach, then make a mad dash to the kitchen to either make coffee/put in a load of washing/make Boobah cereal/get Boobah a yoghurt or go outside to have a smoke and get back just in time to hear Sam say "Welcome back..."
7:00 - 8:00 am - Now it's time for one of Boobah's favoritest shows of all time (the other being 7de laan), Coolcatz. He loves them. I'm a bad mom, I know. I let my babyperson watch TV. But you know what, sometimes it just has to happen. And at least Coolcatz is educational. --That's my story and I'm sticking to it!--
8:00 - 10:30 am - In this time slot we normally go hang the washing. I put Boobah in his walker and off we waddle to the wash-lines. After hanging up, we waddle back towards our door in the block of flats, right past it around the corner to the front door / lobby area. Here we play for a lttle bit, and then eventually I convince him it's time to go home. Once there, we bath, get dressed, maybe have a morning nap and then pack nap-over bags for the weekly Nannie-Nap-Over-Saturday.
10:45 am - Drop Boobah off at Nannie, and then YAY! I've got time for myself.
Now, on this past saturday do you think anything went according to our *normal* routine? "Of course not, Mom" says Boobah with a glint in his little blue eye. "Let's have some fun and do stuff different today..."
Past Saturday:
5:27 am - Boobah wakes up
5:28 am - Mom elbows The Dad
5:28 am - The Dad kicks mom out the bed with a "It's you turn"
5:28 am - Mom gets up and gets Boobah
5:30 am - There's nothing to watch on TV, let's jump in the Jolly Jumper a bit.
5:34 am - Mom's made cereal
5:35 am - First tantrum of the day ensues
5:50 am - The Dad get's up, grabs Boobah and Mom goes for a smoke..FINALLY
6:00 am - The Dad gets ready for work and off he goes, leaving Mom with a very upset Boobah
6:05 am - First load of washing goes in
6:10 am - Oh nuts, we missed the first bit of Great Expectations
6:10 - 7:00 am - A whole lot of crying, laughing, screaming, giggling, wailing and not a lot of watching TV happens
7:00 am - We go hang our first load of washing with Boobah in walker. That done, we go through the normal routine of lobby first, and then home
7:20 am - Tenth tantrum of the day - THAT'S IT!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!
7:30 am - We stop at the Nannies' house. I couldn't take it anymore. I made him her problem
I odn't know what went wrong. This whole scenario happened after we were awake every hour on the hour on friday night. This from my child who only wakes up once for a feed, and then not even completely. This from my child who has never in his life cried for no reason at all. I am not used to having a naughty child. And believe me, he was naughty.
It seems so mundane saying it now, but honestly, you had to be there to experience my frustration.
It feels as if I'm doing something wrong as a mother. As if I can't make my child happy. He doesn't show this same behaviour with his grammas. Only me.
Why?????
Thursday, February 28, 2008
No funny stuff
So, I had this really good story I was going to share, and the I read this terribly sad post over at The Bad Mommy blog, and now it just seems so inappropriate to want to say someting funny...
I hope The Pickle gets better soon. And that The Pickle's Mom feels better soon too.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Introduction Time...
I am Boobah's mom. Boobah is at this point in time 9 and 1/2 months big and tall. He weighs 10.5 kgs (or did at his 9 month injection time check-up) and he's absolutely marvelous. A laugh a minute.
I do strange things with my child - poor thing. Sometimes I wonder how he's survived for this long. I'm not a bad mom, I just tend to do unconventional things in strange ways.
Last night, Boobah had Nando's for dinner. Just some chicken and a chippie or two from The Dad. He enjoyed this meal hugely. I'm just happy he ate, because since his measles injection about two weeks ago, he hasn't been big on solids.
Because of the injection, my normally never-been-sick-a-day-in-his-life child became so feverish on Friday night, that after a tearful conversation with Nannie (Boobah's maternal ouma) at 12:30 am (so technically Saturday morning) and then a lukewarm bath (which led to much splashing and giggling) we were finally able to settle down for the night... Or so I thought. I put him in the bed with us with the fan on, because isn't that what mummies do when their babes are sick? What a mistake! Boobah had no intention of sleeping under a blanket that night, and kicked and babbled and kissed and babbled and tossed and turned until this sleep deprived mom burst into tears again. After another tearful conversation with Nannie at 4 am, it was decided that Boobah would spend the rest of the night at Nannie's house.
Just my luck. Turned out that after we dropped the little man off, he cried two more tears after we left, whereafter he promptly turned into the sweet angel we are used to, and slept till 7 that morning - in Nannie's bed. Why couldn't he just have done that at home?
Well, it seems as though the evil effects of the injection is finally gone now, because there have been no other incidents regarding fever since Friday. And it seems as if his appetite's returning.
Let us hope that he doesn't catch the cold I got from sleeping with no blanket cover while having a fan blowing full-blast in my face because my babe was struck with fever.
Aaaahhh - life as a mom...
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