I will start with what seems to be the usual. Yes again I was up at four this morning but my no nonsense and zero tolerance approach seems to be working as I was only up for half an hour. Still despite my crackdown I would prefer not getting up at such an hour but he's the boss I suppose.
To combat another night awake I filled my day with such wonders and delights you would be jealous. What better way to start the week than with a trip to Ikea. I told you you would be jealous. Seeing as I rarely visit industrial parks for fear of talking and interacting with people I was impressed I made it and made it through the diabolical maze of walkways and wonderful bargains. With the wee man on my back we weaved in and out of slow movers who spoke to each other amazed by how much storage solutions cost. I was tempted to tell them 'howay it's Ikea what do expect?' Anyway we purchased a new highchair and toilet brush, which is now the wee man's new favourite toy, and ran hot footed from the Swedish version of purgatory. To allay any fears I haven't used the toilet brush yet I'm not that much of crap a parent.
So after that successful trip of not looking people in the eye I was quickly off to soft play with a friend. From one purgatory to something similar. With the children of Newcastle still being off from school the place was filled with kids as usual being loud and annoying. The wee man being amazingly social lasted half an hour before crashing out for a nap.
However there was light at the end of tunnel today in the shape of Rachel Riley as Countdown returned to our afternoons. I know it has been gone only three weeks or so but it felt like a lifetime. Charmed, the programme about pretty witches, tried to fill the void but alas to no avail. I actually tweeted Rachel Riley the other week telling her to read this blog, inevitably I didn't hear back from her. Shame.
jpr
Monday, 7 January 2013
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Sleep? Chance Would Be A Fine Thing
A pattern has emerged in the past week. It is not a nice pattern and I hope it stops soon. I mentioned the other day about the wee man getting up in the night and being a pain but we worked out today that for a week now every night he has gotten up at four in the morning. I asked The Chancellor if he has slept through at all since we returned from holiday, as I can't remember, and she said no.
Last night we were a bit meaner with the wee man as he woke at four and spent the next hour crying. Doors were closed, the monitor was turned off and pillows were applied over our heads. Even then we could still hear him cry. He has a habit of getting past himself and gets himself very agitated when you don't go through to see him. This doesn't help anyone.
I have to admit the one major mistake we have made with the wee man is with his sleeping. Because he had hypothermia and massive weight loss at the start of his life we were terrified about him so every time he cried we dashed in to sooth him. Under the circumstances controlled crying was never an option and even now I wouldn't use it with future children.
The wee man now has become use to us going in on a night and helping him back to sleep. Hoist by our own petard to use a famous phrase. I realise the problems we have caused for ourselves. Unfortunately for us he has also always been a light sleeper and wants to spend all him waking time bombing around the house, even at four in the morning.
If you're reading this and have a child who is a good sleeper then I am very jealous and I ask do you want to sell us some of your lovely sleep? The one thing I wish I had appreciated most pre-children is sleep. Those long ten hour sleeps, those gorgeous long lie ins and that feeling of being refreshed. Maybe I will get that back in the next life...
jpr
Last night we were a bit meaner with the wee man as he woke at four and spent the next hour crying. Doors were closed, the monitor was turned off and pillows were applied over our heads. Even then we could still hear him cry. He has a habit of getting past himself and gets himself very agitated when you don't go through to see him. This doesn't help anyone.
I have to admit the one major mistake we have made with the wee man is with his sleeping. Because he had hypothermia and massive weight loss at the start of his life we were terrified about him so every time he cried we dashed in to sooth him. Under the circumstances controlled crying was never an option and even now I wouldn't use it with future children.
The wee man now has become use to us going in on a night and helping him back to sleep. Hoist by our own petard to use a famous phrase. I realise the problems we have caused for ourselves. Unfortunately for us he has also always been a light sleeper and wants to spend all him waking time bombing around the house, even at four in the morning.
If you're reading this and have a child who is a good sleeper then I am very jealous and I ask do you want to sell us some of your lovely sleep? The one thing I wish I had appreciated most pre-children is sleep. Those long ten hour sleeps, those gorgeous long lie ins and that feeling of being refreshed. Maybe I will get that back in the next life...
jpr
Saturday, 5 January 2013
My Son Destined To Be A Bin Man Or A Super Villain
The wee man is a bit naughty. As much as his mother claims he is a lovely little boy who does no wrong, he is naughty. He is also very smart. This is a combination that will inevitably lead him to becoming a super villain. He has started pushing his luck a bit mostly with the kitchen bin which he knows is off limits.
While in the bath yesterday I let him roam but the only thing he wanted to play with was the bathroom bin. From the bath I told him no, he looked at me smiling and made a noise that sounded like yes. I repeated no and again he smiled and replied with the noise again. This happened a third and fourth time and eventually he moved away to eat a hairbrush. While this conversation was going on he had his hand on the bin the whole time. I could sense a really battle of wills which neither of us wanted to loose.
Today we had the same thing but with the kitchen bin. This time he didn't move away on my command and had to be escorted from the kitchen, which he didn't like. When he does these things with The Chancellor he gives his mum a nice cute smile which melts her heart immediately leading to her never being angry with him. Because I am with everyday his smiles don't work on me anymore leading to me being the disciplinarian. It's a crap role but I suppose someone has to do it.
For The Chancellor the wee man can do no wrong but maybe I would be the same if I didn't see him all day. With your limited time you wouldn't want to focus on his naughty moments. As he gets older it's only going to gets worse, just wait until he's smoking and drinking and bringing back dirty girls, I think his mum might have something to say then.
jpr
While in the bath yesterday I let him roam but the only thing he wanted to play with was the bathroom bin. From the bath I told him no, he looked at me smiling and made a noise that sounded like yes. I repeated no and again he smiled and replied with the noise again. This happened a third and fourth time and eventually he moved away to eat a hairbrush. While this conversation was going on he had his hand on the bin the whole time. I could sense a really battle of wills which neither of us wanted to loose.
Today we had the same thing but with the kitchen bin. This time he didn't move away on my command and had to be escorted from the kitchen, which he didn't like. When he does these things with The Chancellor he gives his mum a nice cute smile which melts her heart immediately leading to her never being angry with him. Because I am with everyday his smiles don't work on me anymore leading to me being the disciplinarian. It's a crap role but I suppose someone has to do it.
For The Chancellor the wee man can do no wrong but maybe I would be the same if I didn't see him all day. With your limited time you wouldn't want to focus on his naughty moments. As he gets older it's only going to gets worse, just wait until he's smoking and drinking and bringing back dirty girls, I think his mum might have something to say then.
jpr
Friday, 4 January 2013
Night Owls
Here are some words to sum up today; clingy, noisy, loud, crying, annoying. Add them up and you don't get a fun day especially after another night where none of us got much sleep.
For £100 and a chance to win a luxury car, can you tell me what has been keeping my son up for the past three nights?
What's that you say??? He's ill again??? If that's the answer you're giving me then yes you're right and you move forward to the bonus round!
Another night and another wake up call at four in the morning followed by an hour of crying and cursing. It's getting all too familiar. I've tried spending the days out and about to tire him out, I've tried staying in to keep him from the cold and I've tried everything in between. But still at four in the morning that muffled cry comes through the monitor. The Chancellor and I hold our breath, will he go back to sleep? Five seconds later we're playing rock, paper, scissor to determine who goes through to face the dragon child. Though it doesn't really matter as the other one doesn't sleep anyway.
For £10 and a chance to drink a cup of tea and eat a biscuit would you want to come over and sit with my son tonight?
What's that???Piss off??? If that's the answer you're giving me then I don't blame you.
jpr
Thursday, 3 January 2013
A Day At The Beach In January?
The miserable time of the year I foresaw in my crystal ball a couple of days ago hasn't quite materialised, not yet anyway. This makes for a turn up for the books, not that I'm constantly cynical or anything. It has helped though that, for the first time in a while, we haven't needed to wear a snow suit to leave the house and even the tedious North East rain has stopped, for time being. It hasn't taken long for the mild air and dry streets to boost my post new year morale.
So this afternoon the wee man and I were joined by Funny Mummy and her little toddler and we went off to the beach. She has been as desperate as we have been for something to do and together we attempted to cast away boredom. We let our boys off their leashes and let them roam across the sands which they enjoyed no end. The glint in their eyes was apparent as they saw the almost endless expanse of sand. The wee man however found the lure of the waves too much and kept running off towards the sea. My son attempting to enter the sea isn't useful for either of us and that wouldn't be a conversation I would want to have with The Chancellor.
This type of activity may well be my future as the wee man is needing more and more exercise to sleep through the night and to not be so generally grumpy. Seeing as he was up at four in the morning this mornig, I'm hoping the sea air might act as some kind of sedative and he can give The Chancellor and I some sleep. Otherwise he's getting some alcohol in the dead of night
Today have left me in good spirits that days in January needn't be dull or miserable. But both Funny Mummy and I are desperate for the groups to start up again. There are only so many home made activities you can fill your weeks with. Coffee and cake next week? Yes please.
jpr
So this afternoon the wee man and I were joined by Funny Mummy and her little toddler and we went off to the beach. She has been as desperate as we have been for something to do and together we attempted to cast away boredom. We let our boys off their leashes and let them roam across the sands which they enjoyed no end. The glint in their eyes was apparent as they saw the almost endless expanse of sand. The wee man however found the lure of the waves too much and kept running off towards the sea. My son attempting to enter the sea isn't useful for either of us and that wouldn't be a conversation I would want to have with The Chancellor.
This type of activity may well be my future as the wee man is needing more and more exercise to sleep through the night and to not be so generally grumpy. Seeing as he was up at four in the morning this mornig, I'm hoping the sea air might act as some kind of sedative and he can give The Chancellor and I some sleep. Otherwise he's getting some alcohol in the dead of night
Today have left me in good spirits that days in January needn't be dull or miserable. But both Funny Mummy and I are desperate for the groups to start up again. There are only so many home made activities you can fill your weeks with. Coffee and cake next week? Yes please.
jpr
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
The Most Miserable Time Of The Year
I think we have a very early contender for the 'most miserable day of the year award'. The household all woke with The Chancellor's alarm at some dreadful hour and we all woke in a really bad mood. It didn't help that it was pitch black outside and pissing it down with rain.The wee man was down very early for a nap after a grumpy start to the day but luckily he woke in a better mood.
The Chancellor and I spent a good hour rubbing our heads, first thing, trying to come to terms with a return to normality. It might well take a few weeks to come to terms with this though or at least until I see the sun again. The Chancellor on her return this evening spoke of a work place full of really really miserable people, who were really really bitter at all those colleagues who aren't due in until next week.
Back at home not all was lost today as the wee man and I spent the afternoon putting together his Thomas The tank Engine battery powered train set, which is really quite special. He was given it as a birthday present and we have only today had the time to empty the boxes and create a rail adventure. At various points the wee man, like Godzilla, decided to destroy the work we had done and twirl around with pieces of track in his hand. This was all very delightful for him but we had to start all over again. Despite the general feeling of being miserable in our house today, I can't think of many better ways to spend your time than playing with train sets with your son.
In another piece of news my first Baby Centre blog of the year was published today. The subject is crap parenting moments and it's a shame it was written two weeks ago as I could have added a number of other examples to the list. If you want to have a read then why not go to http://www.baby.co.uk/mum_stories/my-worst-parenting-moments/ . I can't think of any reason why you wouldn't!
jpr
The Chancellor and I spent a good hour rubbing our heads, first thing, trying to come to terms with a return to normality. It might well take a few weeks to come to terms with this though or at least until I see the sun again. The Chancellor on her return this evening spoke of a work place full of really really miserable people, who were really really bitter at all those colleagues who aren't due in until next week.
Back at home not all was lost today as the wee man and I spent the afternoon putting together his Thomas The tank Engine battery powered train set, which is really quite special. He was given it as a birthday present and we have only today had the time to empty the boxes and create a rail adventure. At various points the wee man, like Godzilla, decided to destroy the work we had done and twirl around with pieces of track in his hand. This was all very delightful for him but we had to start all over again. Despite the general feeling of being miserable in our house today, I can't think of many better ways to spend your time than playing with train sets with your son.
In another piece of news my first Baby Centre blog of the year was published today. The subject is crap parenting moments and it's a shame it was written two weeks ago as I could have added a number of other examples to the list. If you want to have a read then why not go to http://www.baby.co.uk/mum_stories/my-worst-parenting-moments/ . I can't think of any reason why you wouldn't!
jpr
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Hello 2013
Happy new year to you my readers. I imagine today you will be feeling; a). hungover, b). bloated or c). both. I feel both. I know I said the other day that I was now off crap food and wine but last night and today were really the last times...really.
Tomorrow the world returns to normal as The Chancellor and most other working folk of the country return to the daily grind. This also includes me and the wee man as we return to trying to fill our days. The toddler groups for the new year don't start up again until next week so I have three days to fill until The Chancellor is off for the weekend.
As I have to now use every available brain cell thinking of things to do I won't use them on writing this blog so here are some pictures for you. I'm not lazy just full of food and I want to sit down on the sofa.
A knowing look.
A good lucking jumper.
Right I look like I have eaten a balloon so I'm going to try and deflate myself.
jpr
Tomorrow the world returns to normal as The Chancellor and most other working folk of the country return to the daily grind. This also includes me and the wee man as we return to trying to fill our days. The toddler groups for the new year don't start up again until next week so I have three days to fill until The Chancellor is off for the weekend.
As I have to now use every available brain cell thinking of things to do I won't use them on writing this blog so here are some pictures for you. I'm not lazy just full of food and I want to sit down on the sofa.
A knowing look.
Right I look like I have eaten a balloon so I'm going to try and deflate myself.
jpr
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