Kiwi Mum

I swear, it is almost like he knows. Lately, my son has become my personal cheering squad. I get him dinner. "Great job Mum-Mum!" I help build a lego-house, it's a round of applause and a big 'Yay Mum-Mum.' I read him a story, and it's another 'Great job Mum-Mum." I change his nappy and he goes 'Yay!' Well... not quite, he still doesn't like that, and very much tells me so, looking me ... [Read More]

Whilst we're out exploring in the overgrown garden today (a rare Summery day in Winter), Mr Almost-Three picks up a rotting camellia flower, holds it out to me and says "I love you Mum-mum." Despite being more brown than white, that flower was suddenly the prettiest one there. I don't think he's ever said anything like that completely unprompted before.

Tonight, my son was being a bit of a terror. Kicking, biting, refusing to co-operate with anything. He was really tired, and as a result, we had a couple of time outs. I explained to my Mother that he had been naughty, so there were no treats tonight, and it was straight to bed for him, no fuss. So, straight after telling him this, she gives him a chocolate biscuit. I put ... [Read More]

(With relation to my Mother and my son) 1. Rewarding my son for bad behaviour. Either with food, or with comfort, or attention. Happens on a daily basis. 2. Ignoring the requests of myself, doctors and plunket with regards my son's safety. Example One: Refusing to follow safe guidelines for sleep and leaving him to sleep on his back. She even went so far as to go in, after I had settled him ... [Read More]

I'm still tired, but it's no longer my son's fault (or rather the fault of his cough-cold). Insomnia has set in again and I'm finding myself closing my eyes and unable to sleep. My mind just keeps on going and all the usual relaxation techniques are failing. Last night I just waited and waited and waited. Tonight, I opened up the laptop. Shit. 5am almost. I know why. It was another ... [Read More]

I think it has been three, maybe four, nights in a row that I've been up to as late as 6am. Any attempts at writing anything coherent here has failed abysmally. But, I don't want to neglect my blog for too long.  My resolution to write daily has been broken too many times already. And the reason for my late nights? A mix of insomnia, and a sick son. Generally, he's doing ... [Read More]