I’ve been busy with a long list of projects before our littlest one arrives in 4 weeks.
Tonight I’ve decided to sit back, talk a little extra to the one in utero and reminisce.
I went through some old blog posts and found two that made me laugh. It just goes to show that certain things can be tremendously irksome at the time but some day the same will be cherished.
April 2011: Puppy (5.0), Lamb (2.9) and Piglet (4 months).
30 April 2011
Bunnies WILL get into stuff these days.
Okay, not just these days. Most days. Since they found their legs could move their bodies from place to place. Sha-ZAM!!
For instance, at 10 months, Lamb was already into things. By the way, I still can’t believe I managed that week of youth camp using nappies. I’m not talking about those modern, fancy cloth diapers either. NAPPIES! Give me a medal.
He butt-scooted for a few weeks, and went from standing to running in just a week.
All this, when his older sister, Puppy, was busy finding creative ways of How to Keep Mama On Edge. Did she think my hairbrush was too hot in our tropical heat?
Things do get found in odd places.
Yes, that IS underwear.
And no, it ISN’T mine. I’m not kooky that way.
But back to my point. What? Oh yeah… Bunnies will get into things. It sometimes takes a toll on my mental faculties and makes me want to pluck out my eyelashes using an eyebrow trimmer. One. By. One.
But, as my Sweet Man reminds me, I get what I ask for! Allow them the freedom to explore, and they prove themselves extremely capable.
Who do you think thought he or she could start using my wok?
I’m rather relaxed when it comes to allowing them in my kitchen.
Actually, I pretend I’m relaxed. I keep a hawk’s eye on them at all times. And slice my finger every now and then.
It’s safer for me to let them into the kitchen than keep them out, where I can’t see what they’re doing. (Safe for me? See previous paragraph.) Oh, did I say the neighbours think I’ve got a muscular problem? I keep twisting my head around to check on them. (Unfortunately my sink faces the window. I hung up a mirror once, but it was too small.)
But all the glass is safely in wall-mounted cupboards. And every conceivable sharp device is well out of reach, so they’re safe.
And we do get some Math done. Like how many extra spoons we’ll need if Grandma comes for dinner. And how many pots are in my cupboard. (You can count them as you put them back, my dears. I ain’t lifting a finger.)
And learn how to fry some eggs.
And why frying is less healthy than steaming or grilling.
And feel the rough, round tops of broccoli, compared to their smooth stems.
And close your eyes and guess: Did I put rock salt in your mouth or black pepper? Is it rice in the jar, or barley?
And help me lay the table. (You guys know where everything is, thank you very much.)
Who needs contrived sorting games, or sensory activities, or flashcards of vegetables?
I love me Munchkins! Keep getting into my stuff! OUR stuff.
But not my secret drawer, where I stash chocolate to calm my nerves and, you know, uh-hums.
31 May 2011
Ever had days when you wondered what on earth was the matter with you?
Today was that day for me.
Sweet Man was on leave from work and we had a restful time at home, recovering from a busy weekend. Let’s just say it was as “restful” as it can get, with forever busy and talkative Bunnies about! They played music with Sweet Man while I cooked lunch and caught up with mountainous loads of laundry, nursing Piglet every once in awhile whenever he got tired of being curious.
Piglet’s in that season of his little life when his interest in his surroundings has spiked. Every single sound and movement is platinum. He wants to nurse, but he won’t if there’s something interesting to listen to or to look at. He’ll twist his neck to get a proper view of what’s happening, and then promptly lose interest in nursing. He’ll get fussy later because he’s still hungry, of course. Darling Piglet, his broad smiles are SO broad that they crinkle his nose and narrow his eyes into slits … and I forget his fussy moments.
That said, I still didn’t know what was wrong with me today.
Maybe the stuff I find is starting to irk me. There are ordinary things, like having to remind the Bunnies to tidy their toys and books after play time. I still try to avoid picking up after them – they should learn to put away their own belongings.
However, there are objects I find that make me wonder WHAT on EARTH is GOING ON?!!?!
How does a rolling pin get into Sweet Man’s pillow?? (Answer: It rolls there. All. By. Itself.)
Okay, laugh. I should laugh.
2013: Here’s a recent addition.
What makes a child do this?
Today, I’m glad to have another post published at MakChic on a regular habit in our home: Veggie eating. Excited on a bland topic: How I Got My Toddler To Eat Vegetables!
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