Toddler titter

More anecdotes from my 2.5 year old that really confounds/ cracks me up.

Her Godfather has no kids but is a great cook, and hosts great barbecues. One time after having attended one of his house parties she said to me she doesn’t like Godpa’s house. He has no toys. Only food and drink. That’s probably right.

Once during our potty training weekend mornings she wet our bed because she’d climbed in in the morning without a nappy. I did get rather cross with her as she knew she wasn’t allowed. As I was trying to explain the consequences to her,” where’s Mummy going to sleep now?” To which she promptly replied,”me!” And Daddy? She shrugs her shoulders and makes a nonchalant face at that.

Sometimes I get lazy with Mummy duties. Last night we were in the shower together and she suddenly announces she needs to use the potty. Scanning the bathroom the potty was outside, and we were both dripping wet so I told her she can just pee in the shower. She shakes her head and says that would make Mummy very unhappy. Good girl errr she passed the test. I held her on the toilet seat after that.

One night I was co sleeping with her and she kept kicking me for play so I told her off and she retorted: Why is it ok for Mei Mei (little sister) to kick you then from inside?

Towards the end of my finishing up at work she’d really been struggling with going to bed and waking up in the mornings. Then in her cranky state she’d argue that she really should be working and not to nursery. So I said to her one morning. Ok what skills do you have to find work with? “ Jumping” Upon my suggestion that she could work at a circus she responds with, “ But I wouldn’t want to runaway.”

On another occasion when we had another discussion about why she needs to go to nursery she demanded that she needs to go to Midtown High instead. That’s where Peter Parker aka Spider-Man goes to school.

My toddler has lately taken to demanding my husband reads her the ‘101 whiskeys to drink before you die’ guide to her. I was telling her I had a sore shoulder one time and she said,” Don’t worry mummy, I am sure it isn’t anything. It’s probably just a Monkey Shoulder.” ( Monkey Shoulder is an actual Whiskey name but also the name of the condition developed by men who used to malt barley by hand).

Following on the theme of anything with words can be read, she broke into my hospital bag yesterday and took an interest to the pamphlet on Perineum tears and massages and wanted me to read it to her. Halfway through the leaflet having mumbled through all the lady parts names that I didn’t want her to take an interest in repeating she asks,” Mummy what’s a...” and I hold my breath wondering which new word she has picked up, “ ...midwife?” Phew.

We told her it wasn’t convention to say Bless you when someone coughed, rather we pat them on the back. One morning as I was having breakfast with her she suddenly got gone from her chair and started walking around the flat looking around. I asked her what was the matter and she said,” Daddy’s coughing”. My husband woke up to her staring at him patiently waiting for him to turn around so that she could pat him on his back for a cough that happened maybe 10 minutes ago by that point.

She found the family circle assorted biscuits box in our recycling bin and decided to study the pictures. After some deep consideration she announces,” I have an idea. I would like to have a chocolate biscuit please.”

My mum was singing the Mandarin version of Old MacDonald had a farm. She then asked Miss 2.5 if she knows this one. Miss 2.5 doesn’t and replies. “I only know Old MacDonald. It’s not the same. He is more famous.”

She’s really bad at Math. We would offer her a limited amount of biscuits or tell her the time limit left before we need to move on and she’d always try to negotiate with us. However without fail, every time she will ask for “one biscuit or one more minute” even if we’ve offered her more. We just go with the flow.

Daddy is tickling her against her wishes. She says,” you’re so naughty!” Daddy says,” what’s that?” “Naughty means not listening.”




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Diary of a second time mother on Mat Leave: Week 1

I will only know in time, when the story of my second little girl unveils itself. But I suspect I am nesting.

Having had an unplanned induction for my firstborn this concept of waiting around for labour to start whilst on maternity leave is luxurious yet foreign to me. I can potter about for a bit I suppose and try to rest as much as I can before my life turns upside down with the pending arrival. But I really don’t know for sure how much pottering about I can take. And something tells me that this little girl will take her own sweet time just because we are so much more prepared this time.

In pregnancy I have already slowly unpacked and organised the clothes for our little one trying to figure out what gaps we may have as I have loaned a lot of clothes in the last two years and sadly found that not all have made their way back to me. Also my firstborn was born in Spring but this new babe is to be a Winter babe so I need layers in a different size.

So here’s what my pottering about entailed.

Day 1:
-Laundered and Miltoned and set up the Bugaboo pram, car seat and carry cot again.
-Cleaned the oven and microwave.
-Reorganised the pantry and made room for baby bottles in our already cluttered kitchen.
-Took out the baby toys and dummies.
-Went for a lovely long lunch with the hubs to celebrate our six year anniversary.
-Ordered a car seat liner and piddle pad to protect the seat I just washed as I am still trying to potty train my toddler.
-Repacked my hospital bag.
-Made chicken stock and batch cooked fried rice for toddler for when she isn’t in nursery.

Day 2:
-Laundered and packed away the Babyzen stroller.
-Unpacked and set up the bassinet and changing station as well as took stock of the products I still have from my previous babe-barrier ointments, almond oil, nipple cream, cotton wool, cotton tips, wipes, nappies.
-Took my laptop in to get it fixed after two years.
-Also took the toddler to buy shoes for next season and next year when she starts preschool.
-Washed the Dyson vacuum out.
-Got my eyebrows threaded.
-Caught up on all ITVs Victoria season 2 episodes
-To reward my hard day’s work? The toddler woke up at 8.15am, then proceeded to skip her afternoon nap at nursery so she slept 11 and a half hours straight tonight hurrah!

Day 3:
-Laundered the baby blankets, toys and car seat liner.
-Applied a 10 minute exfoliating facial. It’s the Ordinary AHA 30% + BHA 2% Peeling Solution one.
-Wrote my birth plan.
-Installed the family toilet seat and decluttered the toilet of other potty training aids( insert and stools) that were bulky.
-Went to the shops to try to buy a buggy board. Big waste of time though as my voucher wouldn’t work so I didn’t end up placing the order.
-Had a late long lunch instead and enjoyed talking to the other mothers in the cafe about our husbands and raising children in a foreign country.
-Got a haircut.

Day 4:
-Toddler not in nursery today so planned to really fix her potty training issues. Read the book Oh -Crap Potty training and realised the toddler’s issues stemmed from us being too confusing not being consistent with the diaper situation as we still slapped on a diaper if we went out or when she’s meant to take a nap...which kind of takes a few hours sometimes with her if we are at home cause she’ll flat out refuse her nap and carry on playing. The book recommends blocking out the whole day with no distractions or social activity and just watching your child. It was blissful luxury just interacting with my little one like that. My favourite bit was reading an Angels & Urchins magazine with her because she loved all the ads and pictures of the kid activities. Don’t know if we succeeded in achieving much potty training though as she was so well behaved the whole day, we didn’t have one accident and she always stopped her activity to tell me she needed the potty. Maybe all the other times she’d been ( as the book says) giving me the inner F* you as an attention seeking mechanism. Sigh.
-Had dinner cooked for us as my toddler’s godmother offered to come over to make us the Crab Linguine recipe from her Gousto box order. It was delicious! And because the toddler missed her nap she was out like a light by 7pm which meant we had a lovely adult dinner with our friend with wine and dessert and didn’t once have to entertain an attention seeking toddler. Said toddler also slept all through the night till 6am so I am stoked.

Day 5:
-My husband worked from home so that I didn’t have to deal with taking a toddler with me on public transport at peak hour as my midwife had booked me onto a nine am slot with the obstetrician. Thank goodness he did as by some Friday the thirteenth luck, the hospital needed some of the obstetricians at the labour ward which meant consultation patients were kept waiting for over an hour delay. I then had to wait to see a midwife and the whole thing took over three hours in the end. We had a good lunch and then came home to continue potty training the little one. She ended up taking a nap at five pm which freaked me out a little but all’s well that ends well.

Weekend:
-We bought the buggy board (woohoo!) and discovered the Colliers woods’ Burger King has a children’s play pen which obviously the toddler insisted on going on. It melted my heart when upon seeing she couldn’t get up the slide by herself, the other kids who are only very slightly older than her hoisted her up. She had a lovely day of course and we rounded it up by taking a whirl on her new buggy board to the playground in the afternoon.
-On Sunday after an ingenious buggy stroll where the toddler fell asleep for two hours, I managed to order her big sister present online and made siew mai and roast duck noodles as we hosted family in the afternoon. After that lovey dinner and a bubble bath together their 3 year old girl refused to go home deciding that she wanted to sleepover. So there we were at the end of my first week off, we suddenly had two little girls in an impromptu sleepover at our flat and I have this warm fuzzy feeling as I tucked them in and watched the two girls asleep that perhaps it isn’t quite that daunting being mother to two. Perhaps I can do this after all.







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What to pack

We are getting there now. Into the last month of pregnancy and being told to pack our bags. I think back to what I really needed then and made up the list below. What is left for later on is to include the present to my toddler from my baby, but I assume Mr HEA can help with that later on. So here goes:

What to pack in your hospital bag

· Sleep suits, hats, outfits, swaddles and about 10 infant nappies for baby

· Maternity sanitary pads (crazy big thick ones as the bleeding those first few days is insane).

· Toiletries

· Blanket for baby

· You can wear a maternity gown from the hospital or you can pack some comfy clothes, think breastfeeding friendly but also loose fitting particularly when you'd have scars or tubes hanging out of you post birth if you've had an epidural.

· Mobile phone and a charger

· Old/ disposable knickers but I have had to knick a few from the hospital as everything is just a little sore in the beginning still.

· Arnica for bruising which I had from the epidural and drip. Not needed for a natural birth however.

· Your birth plan and maternity medical notes

· Breast massage oils to kickstart the milk production, which I found I didn't need the second time around.

· Snacks for energy throughout labour



What to pack in your baby bag ( < 6 months)<6 br="" months="">
· 4 nappies, Nappy bags, wipes, barrier cream and antibacterial hand sanitiser all in an easy to pull out bag to take to the changing room with you

· Portable changing mat/ disposable changing liners for when you are in a public place and don't trust the surface you are putting your bub on.

· A change of clothes and a spare cardigan to make sure baby doesn’t get cold and make sure you update these change of clothes whenever you move baby up the next size.

· A muslin or two.

· Pram toys

· Formula, bottles, water thermos if you aren't breastfeeding

· Baby carrier in case they won't stay in pram

· Pacifier



What to pack in your baby bag ( > 6 months)

· 4 nappies, Nappy bags, wipes (more as you'll always need to wipe down dirty little hands that touch everything) ,barrier cream and antibacterial hand sanitiser all in an easy to pull out bag to take to the changing room with you

· portable changing mat/ disposable changing liners for when you are in a public place and don't trust the surface you are putting your bub on.

· A change of clothes

· A muslin

· Toys or books

· Formula, bottles, water thermos or food for their weaning meals (i.e. puree pouches, teething rusks, other forms of baby friendly snacks)

· Baby carrier in case they won't stay in pram

· Pacifier



What to pack in your toddler bag

· If not potty trained yet then: 4 nappies, Nappy bags, wipes (more as you'll always need to wipe down dirty little hands that touch everything) and antibacterial hand sanitiser all in an easy to pull out bag to take to the changing room with you

· A change of clothes

· Toys or books or small activities to distract them with. It is best to rotate these a lot as they lose interest very quickly.

· SNACKSSS!!!! Fruit, biscuits, raisins, yoghurt. Anything goes in this department but I always pack at least three portions these days.

· Ready formula or long life milk poppers/ cartons

· Bib

. Sippy cup and water




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Judging working mums

I have decided I want to weigh in on this topic because I am genuinely surprised there are views out there that reflects what Susan Patton aka "Princeton Mom" has to say:

"I believe the bigger issue is parents abdicating their responsibility to care for their own children. If Dad is the breadwinner, Mom needs to care for the babies. It is illogical to leave the care of one's children to anyone who doesn't love the child the way a parent does.
Most families with nannies don't really 'need' them. They have them because Mom doesn't want to be the childcare provider - she'd rather go to her fancy office after a manicure, facial and SoulCycle. I think the profound loss for children is when the woman who gave birth to them chooses to be Busy Miss Important instead of Mom."

Notwithstanding that this quote is riddled and laced with judgement, I feel also it is unfair to pile on the mum guilt on your fellow mums when society already struggles to battle inherent mysogynist prejudice and practices.

I am not sure yet how to juggle my finances when I have two non-school aged toddlers that I have to put in full time nursery when I go back to work. Firstly I will clarify that there will be no manicures, facials or gym sessions for me. There will be however motivation and fulfilment from knowing that I am contributing to taxes and my company, that my work is valued and I can still care for my children in my best form in this capacity. Because full time child care is energy draining and because I was raised to not rely on handouts but to work hard to earn my keep. Somewhere along the journey of motherhood, I realised I cannot put on a big smile and make the genuine effort to teach-play my children when I spend 24 hours with them.

I grew up in an environment where it took a village to raise a child. Of course it helped that my parents had seven to eight siblings on each side all of whom married and had kids. That itself made for an instant village. And whilst we haven't employed the services of a nanny we certainly are grateful for all the efforts of the nursery's educators that tend to our child.

She is fed and cleaned and put to nap. Routine things that believe it or not are harder for me to achieve as her biological mother. It honestly takes less effort for anyone else to do that. That extra energy that the adult and child conserves from those battles are then better directed into play learning activities of which my child benefits from having a multicultural and multidimensional environment. I only found out yesterday that my daughter speaks and understands her Spanish educator well. Certainly this exposure to a third language would not be possible had we kept her at home. Not only that, her nursery has begun to hire more male staff other than the cook and I embrace this with open arms because I want her to grow up accepting that men are just as well equipped to care for and teach young children, it isn't solely 'a woman's role'.

My time is then better spent googling printables on my lunch break and sensory activities or conjuring up ideas for what to transform her play corner into next. We just changed her grocery shop corner into a garage over the weekend. We have enjoyed pretending to let her sell us groceries and gauging what reasonable pricing for her felt foods should be. Now it's time to move on to maybe teaching her some traffic rules and the different range of automobiles. Can I do this if I was a SAHM? Maybe. But who knows? I may not want to decorate gingerbreadmen with her or make Hungry caterpillar crafts if I was dead tired from the constant barrage of cleaning, feeding and routine enforcement. There are mothers/ fathers who can do that. I know I am not them and I respect them deeply.

This is after all my way of being my best to my children and husband. You must find yours and once you find it, know that your children will think you are most wonderful and will ALWAYS prefer you way over anyone else that cares for them in whatever capacity.










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Potty training success finally

I went with the advice to only do it when she was ready which happened on the 29 January when she was only 22 months old. She said she wanted to use the toilet and I very excitedly plopped her on it.

Then we went to Lisbon the month after and she successfully told me every single time she wanted to use the toilet for a number two and I thought,"Yes! We are getting somewhere!"

All this while she never really got the fact that wees should also be performed on the toilet. This came after many accidents and debates between us over whether she was ready or not.

Three weeks ago we took this to the nursery. It is now eight months since we began and our haphazard approach was obviously leading to half hearted results. We left it with the professionals to try. At first we received reports of,"your daughter, she is stubborn. Clever but passive aggressive." Apparently if she didn't want to go to the toilet and they tried to coax her she would lay on the floor and play dead so they had no choice short of dragging her. Then two minutes later she'd have an 'accident'. We talked about a plan and decided to just go hard on her and slap on big girl pants. No nappies from now on at nursery we said. First week started off with five accidents and ended with three. Our second week we went from three to wait for it....completely dry on the Friday! I never thought we'd get there but we did. 29th Jan to 11th August for her to 'get it'. How do people train in three days I don't understand. Maybe we have a slow learner, plus we have a lazy parenting style.

Nevertheless! Success! Thank you to all the nursery staff who gave her endless encouragement and even built circle time activities around discussing potty training. Thank you for letting them role play potty training with their dollies. Thank you for all the potty training books. My daughter now thinks she is Princess Polly having finished her training and used up the last star in the sticker book.

Well. Let's see how we take it from here eh?







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