Merry Christmas everyone!
This is William’s second Christmas and we are following the same rule with regard to our Christmas tree as last year – William can take up to three things off the tree at any one time, more than three and we start to put them back on the branches. We decided last year it would be almost impossible to keep William away from the tree and we would spend the whole Christmas re-directing him / telling him ‘no’ if we were to try. This solution seemed the best bet for us and more in keeping with the spirit of Christmas than constantly telling the boy off.
So far we have met with success for both years. We decorated the tree in the evening after William had gone to bed and recorded his reaction as he came down the stairs in the morning. Last year I think you could actually hear his jaw drop when he saw the tree, followed by an almost dangerously speedy bum shuffle down the stairs as quick as he could carry himself. We stuck to the three decorations off / back on rule and it worked like a charm.
This year William clocked onto us putting the decorations back on the tree and, in his helpful way, decided to assist us. So now our tree looks a lot different from that first morning after we had lovingly spent the evening placing baubles in just the right place – now our tree had all the toddler height baubles removed and thrown back into the tree, gathering in little piles near the trunk until there are too many and they fall to the floor beneath. They have been joined so far by a plastic pig and dog, a wooded toy and a metal car! I think next year William will be old enough to help us with the decorating – he certainly seems to be getting the hang of it this year!
Do you have any funny toddler / tree stories to share?
Wouldn’t it be great if we could all do this?
Good morning all,
I just wanted to share a newspaper article with you. I have my own business and recently had an interview with a local newspaper. The story went out yesterday and here it is if you are interested in having a read…
Have any of you got a similar story to tell us about?
Four days later I was released and we headed home to the boat where we settled into a nice routine of feeds, nappy changes and sleeping. Everyone advises you to sleep when your baby sleeps and sometimes I did. At other times though I would stay awake just holding my baby. I loved him sleeping in my arms. This ‘sleep anytime, anywhere’ stage doesn’t last long and I want to relish every possible minute. Throughout my pregnancy I had everyone and their uncle giving me baby advice and this only seemed to increase now I had William home. To be fair, some of it was useful; tips on getting that illusive burp up and how to hold a newborn in the bath were fantastic. But most of it, without meaning to sound ungrateful, was unasked for and unnecessary. I had more than one person tell me, while I was pregnant, that I shouldn’t change a cat litter tray. I can understand if the person giving this invaluable advice didn’t know me; therefore not knowing that neither me nor any of my friends have cats, but the people telling me were my friends – they knew this already! A strange anomaly I noticed as well was the amount of people who would regale a horrific birthing story when they found out I was pregnant. When I pointed this out to my dad he opened with ‘that reminds me – did I tell you about when one of you, I can’t remember which one (I’m one of four), was born’. I stopped him at this point, he just over-rid me with ‘you were born with teeth and bit your mum on the leg on the way out!!!’ Trust dad to make me smile when I’m feeling stressed. Folk also seemed to find it funny to tell me how fat I looked. Most of the time I would laugh this off and make some comment back about how I’m growing a baby – what’s their excuse? But every now and then, when exhausted from creating ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes, I wouldn’t be able to smile at them. Here’s my (unasked for) advice to all tellers of that ‘joke’: Look at the pregnant lady first – if she looks completely knackered, out of breath and dying for the loo, don’t take that opportunity to tell her she looks fat too. She won’t take it as the joke you intended it to be and there’s a good chance you will end up with a crying pregnant lady on your hands. And no one wants that.
Family will give advice whether you want it or not and you just have to put up with that. You learn to nod in the right places, take the advice that’s good and ignore that which is bad; with only the occasional huff of exasperation when feeling particularly run down. Strangers giving advice, however, continues to baffle me. I mean, family have heard the back story and, ultimately, are just trying to help you in any way they can. Strangers know nothing of you or your baby. I had a man at the library ask if my 3 month old baby was sleeping through the night yet. When I replied ‘No, he still wakes for his feeds a few times a night’, the man started giving me a lecture about how I need to get his sleep sorted immediately or I’ll be making trouble for myself in the long run. I cut him off with a ‘Thank you for your advice’ and turned my back. It’s amazing how many people will start telling you stories of spoilt children they know and how to avoid your child turning out that way. And if I hear the phrase ‘making a rod for your own back’ one more time I swear I’ll scream! I felt like everyone was pointing out a better way of doing things for EVERYTHING I did and therefore, pointing out what a bad mother I was – like they were asking why on earth would I do it that way when this way is SO much better. Such as the correct way to put my finger in Williams mouth to sooth him. Or the best way to change his nappy (it’s not like I haven’t done it 8+ times a day for the past 3 months…)
Wow. That was quite the rant. Sometimes you need a good rant to get it out and get over it. I just hope that in the future when William brings his girl home with the news that they are having a baby, I don’t immediately break into stories of how I did things and the best way to do this or that. Fingers crossed I’ll wait for them to ask for my advice before I give it. I’ve no doubt, however, the occasional word of ‘wisdom’ will slip out and that’s why I try to bite my tongue when I’m on the receiving end.
It only seemed like yesterday we were bringing William home from the hospital and now, all of a sudden, he’s 15 months old. Where did the time go?
After the birth of my beautiful boy, I was in the hospital for four days. The stay was fine, as hospital stays go. I had a private room because I have a latex allergy. The nurses said it was easier to have a ‘no-latex’ sign on the door than try and keep latex products away from a bed on a ward. I was happy for the privacy and not lonely as Adam stayed with me from 10am til 8pm every day. William had been born on New Year’s Eve and for that first night the staff were good enough to let Adam stay for the whole night. New Year has always been a very special time for me – a time to reflect on the past year, take stock of what I have achieved and set myself a few goals for the coming year. This New Year hands down beat any and all previous New Years. On our way into the hospital the morning of the birth we’d been travelling in at some awful time in the morning. I was a bundle of nerves and starving hungry! I wasn’t allowed to eat anything due to the planned surgery. In the car, we were listening to our usual local radio station. The topic for the phone-in was ‘what are your plans for New Year’s Eve?’, unbeknown to me, Adam had messaged in to say we would be celebrating with our first child, due to be born by caesarean section that morning. He knew it would take my mind off the nerves even if only for a few minutes when they read his message out. Well, as you can imagine, his message caused quite the stir at the radio station and, instead of just reading the message out, they rang us. Adam was driving so I had a quick chat with them explaining we were just getting to the hospital and we were both nervous about the operation but, overriding this, excited to be meeting our child. The radio asked if they could keep in touch through the day and broadcast the story as it happened. Little did we know the story would be followed by so many people. The station had folk ringing in asking if William had been born yet as they didn’t want to go out shopping until they’d heard all was well and if we’d had a boy or a girl. After William was born, Adam rang our parents first to give them the news and then he rang the radio to share our happy news with them too. They kept in touch with us over the next few days and we took William in to meet them a week or so later. Already William had his fan club growing by the day..