Understanding Todlerspeak… 5, May 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Light Fluff, Mini Me, Mom, Mum.
Tags: being a mom, children, kids, mom, motherhood, mothering, Mum, writer mum
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Small man is beginning to talk, at length. He’s not great at intelligible sentences, although that doesn’t stop him chatting away… There are some words he can say clearly but the thing I’m enjoying at the moment is the things he says, which aren’t clear and which, by din’t of repetition, I’ve learned to understand… I’ve decided to list them here as and when I think of them.
- Gurdering gan – watering can
- Ga-gang, ga-gang – railway
- Ga-gang – train
- At aie – tractor
- Erdle-egan – home again
- Gerky Gerky – faster faster (imitating a toy car that says ‘faster faster’ and shouted, with glee, every time I overtake anything in the real one)
- Buggie – dummy (soother)
- Muggie – me, his mummy.
- Gigam – balloon
- Girdle-gan – aeroplane
He has learned what numbers are but not the actual word “numbers” so he will see one written down and shout “four, six… eleven” because he knows there’s a corrolation. If you count to three he will shout along with you “six, six, seven”… it’s brilliant.
He has learned sounds, so a clock is “bong, bong, bong, BONG!” Big Ben style, animals are the sound they make (plus the odd hand signal to make the difference between animals with similar er… calls).
Lorks 3, March 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, Mini Me, Small Scale Disasters.
Tags: being a mum, mom, mom blog, mother, mother blog, Mum, parenting, parents
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The usual tonight… sore back caused by too much limping, day out with Mini BC and Mr BC announces that yesterday he was invited out for a curry tonight and said he’d go. Church group arriving 7.30 pm, lunch has been fab, small sleep in car home achieved, supper and bedtime pending…
We get supper on the go but it’s slow because he has eaten a huge lunch, as well as half of mine… eventually, I realise we are going to miss the 7.00 bedtime window, he wants to finish his cake but we don’t really have time so I get him out of his chair and he laboriously carries the plate of cake up the stairs, with obvious results… yeh, I’ll have to get the carpet sweeper.
I get him undressed and remove his nappy, it’s completely clean so I put it to one side to use after his bath, during which time, he does a big wee… in the corner.
He smiles, yes, I can imagine he feels a lot better. I put him in the bath, run downstairs and grab lots of kitchen roll and a carpet sweeper. I get back up, check him, he’s fine, he burbles to me and I burble back as sweep the crumbs off the stairs and clear up the wee.
I walk into the bathroom to give him a quick wash and get him out of the bath, he smiles beatifically at me, a little log floating around next to him.
I can’t help laughing at this final event in our catalogue of disasters. I empty the bath, give him a quick wash and with much larking about, get him into a clean nappy, his jammies and bed with about one minute to spare…
Downstairs, during the silent contemplative part of the bible group meeting, he plays his wind-up twinkle-twinkle little star teddy again and again and we listen to it, via the monitor.
Life is never dull, he is so lively and full of beans. I am a lucky, lucky bleeder and he is a cracking little boy…
Bittersweet… random wittering… emotive Mum 4, February 2010Posted by babychaos in Adult Content, baby stuff, Mini Me, Sad.
Tags: children, emotive Mum, life with children, Mum, Mum things
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Things with mini-me are going very well at the moment, although I think this is more to do with a recovery for my parents – who’ve booth been a bit crook. Something like that happens and you look ahead to visiting hospitals with a lively toddler, trying to keep him quiet around those who are ill, the sad thought that there are people you love who mean a great deal to you who he may never remember. You think about the chances of him, perhaps, seeing things he shouldn’t see… And then last night, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen!
I watched a programme about the second world war which featured home movies, Allied and German. The narrator explained that, naturally, there were few films of German cruelty… they then proceeded to show us one. It’s clearly being filmed from behind the corner of a building and shows a group of people, possibly women, being herded to one side by german soldiers.
Suddenly a toddler rushes into shot from the left. A woman takes two steps away from the crowd and bends down with her arms out. A german soldier steps in to grab the child and turns it roughly round, giving it a push back in the other direction, away from it’s mother. He turns his back on the child to chivvy the mother into line. Undaunted, the child makes another attempt to run to its mother and again she steps forwards, only one pace this time, and holds her arms out. The guard puts his foot on the child’s chest and pushes it backwards so it falls over. He turns to the woman and as she goes back to the group the child gets up and starts running for mum again… they didn’t film what happened next. That’s all there is.
I suppose the fact the little thing ran exactly the way mini-me runs broke me up a bit. I consider myself to be emotionally robust, on the whole, but I do not have the strength I used to when it comes to cruelty. Presumably that’s motherhood.
But the two things that upset me most about that film were, first, that the woman and her toddler were not being subjected to mindless cruelty, it had taken thought on the part of somebody to separate them, thought about how to make a horrible experience worse. That’s chilling enough, but, of course, it’s a short step from that to thinking about all the places where that kind of stuff is still going on, today. It’s all over the world, unpoliced and unchecked because it’s going on in countries where there are no mineral resources valuable enough to guarantee the West’s intervention.
It makes me realise how lucky I am. It makes me realise that although being a Mum is difficult, at times, I want this and I am happy with my choice. It makes me realise how much I love my son… now if I could just get that image out of my head, I might be able to get on with something useful…
On a lighter note… after that, I think we need one here’s a typical example of why I love being a Mum.
Mister Small is bimbling about my feet as I cook his supper, he opens the larder, there is a bit of rustling and I hear him run away. I’m not looking, I’m busy sorting out the stuff he took out of another cupboard. I peep round the kitchen island to see where he’s gone. No sign but the larder door is closed and a half full sack of potatoes is sitting in the middle of the corridor. I laugh, open the door and put the potatoes back which brings him running. I close the door, carry on cooking. I tell him no and send him to look at my back pack. After a few minutes’ listening to the sound of my bag being zipped and unzipped I notice the larder door open and hear a lot more rustling. I go over to see what’s going on but as I approach Mini-me bursts out with a leek in his teeth. I guffaw before I can stop myself.
Luckily, instead of having to take the leek by force I am given it while he investigates the onions in the vegetable rack. (Why won’t that interesting thing fall down even though it’s hanging over the edge? Because it’s in a bag.)
And we’ve eaten the leek… even though it had teeth marks in it.
Such is life… 14, August 2009Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, slightly grumpy.
Tags: baby care, baby in the house, being a mom, being a mum, child care, children, motherhood, whinging
Junior made it through lunch to have a long nap today.
On one level, I was delighted, I had stuff I wanted to write and as I’d been walking with him in the buggy for two hours this morning, I was, frankly, a tadge pooped. Writing aside, a sit down with a cup of tea, the first catch up on my blog for months and other general on line timewasting was also on the cards.
First, though, a lot of chores to do.
You can guess the rest can’t you?
Yeh, chores done, bum on sofa for approximately one millisecond and the wee man wakes up. Am I refreshed and ready for an afternoon of stimulating and enthusiastic child care for the little fella?
The thing that really gets my goat is that if I could manage to put a load of washing on without every single fricking shirt, pair of pants or sock turning itself inside-out I’d save the futile ten minutes I spend reversing them, in hope, before I put them in and the other twenty minutes (takes longer when they’re damp) I spend reversing the little bastards, again, when I come to put them on the line.
Ah-ha! I hear you say. Why not put them in the washer inside-out, then they’ll turn the right way round.
Alas, no. The little bleeders simply remain reversed. ‘Still, I suppose it’d save me 10 minutes of completely pointless, if hopeful, activity.
Then there’s the unco pegging. How much of a monumental spacker can a person be at putting out washing? Can I not peg out a line in under about fifteen minutes and after 12 years of marriage can I not manage to peg out a sheet flat, first time, rather than twisted in the middle?
Half an hour to clear up lunch, half an hour phaffing about trying to find the last pillow case which, of course, had got lost in the bottom of the duvet… half an hour washing my hair – total waste of time, frankly, it still looks crap and it’ll need doing again tomorrow – and bang the little man’s awake.
On the up side, he’s burbling right now so I should get 10 minutes to regenerate and do this before I need to slip back into Mother Mode and nip upstairs.
That’s what being a mum does, it gives you OCD about minutes, nay seconds of your time. You resent the time it takes you to have a wee… It’s completely hilarious how mad you become… however much you actually enjoy the child care bit – and Mini BC and I have a great time together – you get totally obsessive about the minutes you have to yourself.
It’s fun though. Watching a one year old go about his daily business is very amusing. They are such eccentric little creatures… or maybe that’s just mine!
On a work note. The book got another rejection. Pants! Started to send it to agents in April, I’ve only done three. I’m going to be about ninety six before I’ve got through the first stage (agents saying no) and onto the second stage (submission to all and any publishers likely to be interested – at the same time, thank god) and get down to the third and final stage, which is what I know I will actually have to do, publishing it myself.
Not so hot… 22, June 2009Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, Small Scale Disasters.
Tags: children and colds, colds, ill kid etiquette, ill kids, looking after children
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Wee man has a cold. He’s had them before but this one is a real humdinger. He is awash with snot which is a first he threw off flu in a day. Last night he woke at 8, 10, 11.45, 12.45, 2.35, 5.00 and 6.30. Even though we took it in turns I have never been so knackered in all my life.
I have put olbas oil round his bed, a pillow under the matress one end – fairly pointless though because he sleeps as if he’s been thrown in, rather than traditionally with his head at the head end and his feet pointing towards the bottom. It takes about an hour and a half for his nose to fill up and then he starts to cough and wakes yelling.
He’s eating very little.
Poor little soul.
Not sure what else I can do. Giving him paracetamol for kids to bring his temperature down and we had a nice hot bath before bed – nothing like steam to sooth the sinuses. Tonight, so far, he’s woken at 8 so I guess he’s on the same programme. Currently breathing down the monitor like Darth Vader.
Cancelled his music class for tomorrow. There seem to be two schools of thought on ill kids. The first is take them anywhere because if you kept them at home when they were ill you’d never leave the house. The second is that it’s rude to give your germs to every one else. I’m with group two but then I’m a stay at home mum, I’m not sending my child to nursery which seems to be a very efficient way of ensuring your child suffers from every single possible illness it can have, back to back.
Ah well, at least now I understand why the wee lad who gave it to him – who I thought seemed a bit whingy – was… well… a bit whingy! Mini BC is a cheery little chap but even he seems to be feeling a bit sorry for himself. Let’s hope he throws it off fast!
Ah the joys of motherhood.