The joys of toddler development

When I look back, the little man has developed so much over the past two years. From a cuddly little doll wrapped up in a blanket, he has developed into a walking, talking (almost) fully functional human being. 😛

Development over the last few months:

  • It took him a while to achieve mobility. He wasn’t keen on tummy time and only started crawling properly at around 10 months. At around 9 months, he started dragging himself around sideways, almost like a crab. At 16 months, he finally gave his first, shaky steps. It was touch and go for a while and a few crash landings took place. I think he finally mastered the art of walking at around 19 months. Now he runs like a loonatic, especially away from you, when you want to brush his teeth or dress him. Or he sprints outside, especially when he hears a helicopter, usually shouting “Copter!” at the top of his voice.
  • He also drives his little plastic bike like a maniac. A natural born biker like his dad, he has superb control and is very agile. He tries to do wheelies, which at the moment ends with him falling off on his bum. This development is a bit worrying for future, teenaged years. 😛
  • From baby babbling he has now advanced to words and even full sentences. You have to be careful what you say around the little guy, because he repeats everything. EVERYTHING.
  • He finally drinks water and juice, ever since he started crèche. Before then he refused and mostly subsisted on milk. It was a battle to get water into him.
  • Tantrums. My sweet little baby has been taken over by the terrible two’s monster. Mother usually just ignores the outbursts.
  • These days the little man also dabbles in the creative arts, like drawing, painting and playing with dough. Drawing and painting should preferably occur under supervision. Otherwise you will find the bath and toilet decorated with scribbles. His scribbles inside my new bookcase, are apparently “ducks”.  😛 Safest is just to give him chalk and let him draw on his blackboard, but unfortunately he has a tendency to eat it.

Now if he can only get over the creche syndrome, so that we can enjoy more of the fun stuff. :p

A letter to Ewan on his 2nd birthday

Dear Ewan,

Your 2nd birthday was this weekend.

Two years of hugs and laughter, but also tantrums. Lots of fun, but also hard work.

Many hours of lost sleep, especially when you are ill and you only want to sleep in mother’s arm or curl up tightly against her back. Precious moments, even when I’m dead tired the next day.

I wish I had more time for close contact with you. I was fortunate that you were wholly mine for six months before I had to return to work. Now you are my evening, weekend and holiday child.

How you have changed:

  1. You have become a little person over the last two years. You walk and talk and have a strong will of your own. 😛 You want to do things your way and at your pace. You quickly tell us to “go away!” or “stoppit!” if we don’t do what you want.
  2. You’ve developed an impressive vocabulary. It’s actually become easy to have a conversation of sorts with you. We don’t have to interpret grunts and cries anymore.
  3. You’ve also started to realise possession and that you can tell other people, “It’s mine!” But you are very good at sharing, especially for a child who doesn’t have any siblings yet. You like to share your food with mommy and daddy.
  4. The quiet, meek little baby has become a strong and noisy little boy. It’s become more and more difficult to pick you up and control you, especially when you are throwing a tantrum. 😛
  5. Two years ago the house still belonged to the adults. When you became mobile, we started the process of baby proofing. These days we have to try and put things high out of your reach, as you have become such a tall boy.
  6. Your size and level of development often means that people think you are three years or older.
  7. You are not always that accepting of infinite hugs and kisses anymore. Mother gets pushed away when it becomes too much.

I look forward to sharing your 3rd birthday with you.

Love

Mamma

Why women in their thirties gain weight

In my twenties I had an easy ride weight wise. I could eat what I wanted without gaining much weight.

I had plenty of time to burn excess kilojoules by going to gym and walking to work.

Then the thirties struck and my life changed. I finally became part of the modern lifestyle statistics.

The following contributed to my weight gain:

  • I got married and we moved far away from work. My former exercise time now became sitting on public transport time.
  • We had a baby, which further decreased time to spend on ourselves. I try to take him for walks over the weekends, but lately he has been sick a lot, which means I’ve been spending most weekends inside looking after a sick child.
  • Public transport time (which is also often delayed), still doing shopping some evenings and then fetching the baby, means we have no time for exercise when we get home during the week after work.
  • Chronic sleep deprivation when little man is sick or doesn’t sleep well. Apparently this can completely mess up your metabolism. I just want to eat after such nights, especially chocolate.
  • Stress and constant business. You are running around between caring for the child, house and holding a full time job. Sometimes you just put stuff in your mouth for the sake of getting some energy…

The root of the problem

So for those of you out there who also carry excess weight – sorry, I can’t really offer constructive advice. It’s all good to tell people they must exercise, eat healthy and lose weight. What if this is not the root of your problem, but really the lifestyle that is causing you to eat unhealthy and not find time for exercise?

Lifestyle change

I don’t have an answer at the moment, but I want to look at my lifestyle before anything else. I’m just going to put more stress on myself by trying to maintain a stringent exercise routine that I can’t keep up at the moment.

Lifestyle changes don’t happen overnight, but I want to make this my long term plan. Life is not meant for just surviving. Not being tired all the time and better quality of life are my future goals.

A work in progress

I’ve come to the conclusion that my life is a work of progress.

There has been steady progress in most areas, but nothing seems quite finished, including myself.

Works in progress:

  • Our number of family members. We are still hoping to have another baby, after terminating a Down Syndrome pregnancy earlier this year. One child is not enough, even though he is already a lot of work. 😛 It will always feel as if someone is missing from our family group if we don’t have another child. The little man also needs a brother or a sister and I can just see him as the loving older brother who gives his sibling the occasional smack.
  • The house and garden. Great progress has recently been made on the garden and it has become a quiet and relaxing retreat (as well as play area). This has encouraged me to want to sort out the messy house as well. Main problem being that we seem to have too much crap with too little storage space. The husband has started working on this challenge by building me a ginormous bookcase. Other people probably won’t amass enough books to fill it in a lifetime, but I can see myself doing so fairly soon. 😛 Now I just need to put him to work building storage cupboards for our granny flat, which I want to turn into a study/office area.
  • I feel like I’m in career limbo at the moment. I want to continue my studies and I have an idea for a business, which is a long-term goal and which requires me to upskill myself. However, I first need to know what’s going to happen in my immediate work future as this will also partly influence how I structure my studies. Hopefully clarity comes soon.
  • And I want to lose weight, eventually…
  • Ewan – potty training to start this weekend. Watch this space. 😛
  • Luckily my husband is perfect and adorable, no improvements needed. 🙂

So, while I’m actually a bit of a control freak who wants to finish projects, I’ve come to realise (probably with age) that life is mostly a work in progress and that this is fine. One should enjoy the journey, even the minor irritations and mishaps on the way. It’s when your life becomes stagnant, with no growth and no love, that you need to worry.