You know how you wake up in the middle of the night to pee? For most people, it's no big deal. You wake up, fumble your way to the toilet, switch on the light (or not), find the loo, pee and hope you're not peeing on the floor.
Not in this household. Not for me, at least.
We bedshare, and the little one has a habit of pulling on my hair when we sleep. Sometimes he stirs, which makes me wake up, which makes me realise my bladder is FULL. I need to go pee but I've got the tiny little fist of the human I created wrapped around my hair.
I slowly untangle my hair from his fingers, and slowly get up. Which doesn't really work cos removing my hair from his hand triggers some sort of alarm bell in his hand and he wakes up.
Mama's going to the toilet.
MAMA CARRY! MAMA CARRY!
Mama will be back.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! MAMA CARRY!!! MAMAAAAA CARRYYYYYY!!!
And cos I need to pee, and I don't want to wake the Hubby, I scoop him up and carry him to the bathroom with me and hold him while I do my business.
Sigh. The drama.
These days (ok just today, but I'm hopeful!) we can negotiate a little. I got up to pee and the little one says to me:
MAMA LIE DOWN.
Mama's going to the toilet. I'll be back.
MAMA LIE DOWN!
Wait for me sweetie.
But I managed to run off to the toilet without carrying him, go back (to a crying little boy) and shove a lock of my hair in his hands.
"See? Mama's hair is back!" (just the hair, the rest of Mama doesn't really matter). It doesn't really work and he is still crying. I scoop him up, carry him for a bit and pat his back.
He finally settles back to sleep, softly snoring and eventually, I lay him back on the bed next to me. I wonder when this nighttime drama will end, but I realise that I'll just enjoy each tiring moment cos there'll come a day when he won't ask for Mama (or my hair) in the middle of the night and I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for that yet.
It's so cute to see the little one express himself. He can articulate what he likes and does not like ("I like it. I no like it!") and is sometimes crafty enough to say he does not like something (eg, Scott's cod liver oil) and ask for something else that he likes (multivitamin gummies). But give him the cod liver oil anyway, and he'll take it. Haha.
He also says "hungry" and can tell you what he wants to eat "oats, eggs, bread". He has a great imagination and will put a ball in a flower pot and hold it up to you and tell you that it's ice cream. And I love how his dad encourages him by changing different coloured balls and asking him what the different flavours are.
He can sing quite a few songs too. Pearly Shells and Tiny Bubbles aren't your typical bedtime lullabies, but are songs that his lola has been singing to him since he was a little bub and now he sings along, and can even request if he wants you to sing it to him.
We also watch a fair bit of Super Simple Song videos, and he can sing a long to quite a number of their songs. And if he doesn't like what he is watching? "Change!"
These days, he describes what's going on pretty well. "Mama go office", "Daddy outside", "Nana sleeping". And sometimes he can get pretty detailed too. "AC blue car where?" "Put orange donut inside".
One day, +3 was playing with him and gave him 5 coins. Later on he only gave him 3 coins, and the little one actually reminded his dad "some more?" until he handed over the other 2 coins. Awesome memory.
We got a letter in the school communications book inviting us for our first ever Parent-Teacher Conference, and I have to say I'm really excited. It's only been 4-5 months and already we can see how much he has developed, grown and learnt.
I wouldn't be the recipient of mother's day celebrations if I didn't have the little one. At 2 years and a little over 3 months old, his personality is really developing and it's quite clear he inherited the joker genes from his parents.
Waking up in the mornings on the weekends is probably one of my favourite things about being a mother. We're still bed-sharing so when I wake up, I see a little face staring back at me, who breaks out into the sweetest smile. Sometimes we start the morning singing songs, or giggling over funny faces. And if we're lucky, the little one will let out a long, loud fart which he will proudly announce "FART! ".
The hubby wanted to go out for breakfast this morning, but I didn't feel like forking out 20 bucks a person for eggs, bacon and toast. So we prepared toast, sausages and scrambled eggs, and set out the picnic mat and had a simple picnic on the balcony.
We're now hanging out at home cos it's raining, and the boy is playing with his "donuts". +3 bought some small wooden discs for the busy board and had some extra and the little one is feeding us with banana, carrot and broccoli donuts. I love how imaginative he is - one of his favourite things to play now is pretend cooking and eating. The other day, he squeezed folded up umbrella and told us he was putting ketchup.
He's also the sweetest boy. He saw a bruise on my leg and said "pain pain, put cream" and brought me to the room so I could get some cream for him to put in my leg.
Of course, we're not exempt from the terrible twos but honestly, it doesn't feel all that terrible to me. It's sometimes quite funny to see him have a meltdown over the smallest and oddest reasons, but I know it's all developmental and he usually is a sweetheart anyway. I think being an older mom really helps me with perspective.
Anyway, enough here and off to spend time with the family.