Elise's journal |
I am on mat leave and decided to journal my trip into babyness and preschool-hood to remember those days later. I am the mother of Malik (M.), currently 0 years, and Souleymane (S.), currently 4-yrs old. Their lovely dad is D. I am also @EliseOndet on Twitter. |
Coos and aaahs I want to remember.
Cooking with a baby
So weenie teeny tiny in our bed.
But, oh so relaxed.
When baby M. is excited, his fists look like he’s riding a motorcycle and pushing up the speed like crazy. While his legs and feet are pedaling through the air. And then he coos and aaas like this. An And my heart melts. Over and over.
Post pregnancy haircut (Taken with instagram)
So these 4oz of milk that I had managed to express this morning? It was kind of a breakthrough for me! Until then, expressing more than 2oz at a time was a hard thing. It totally deserved a picture and a blog post!
Well anyway… these 4oz finished in the sink.
Let’s say that baby M. is not a fool and does not appreciate his mouth being invaded by a rubber nipple instead of The Real Thing. So far, in 2 months of life, he has taken 2 bottles and each time with a bit (of a lot) of reluctance. This morning was flat out refusal.
Let’s try tomorrow…
I’ve managed to express more than 4oz of milk - 120ml. First time ever! So proud of my boobs! (Taken with instagram)
Auvergne. 2011.
It sooooo makes me miss my hometown. This one looks like it was taken by the Puy de la Vache. Maybe I am mistaken, but it looks like a spot where I used to go almost every Wednesday on my bike rides.
Baby M. knows exactly what he needs. Very specific. And he’s very skilled at letting us know that we don’t understand what he wants from us until we perform the action he’s expecting.
He will root and give signs that he wants to nurse but will refuse to feed until we’ve changed his diaper if that’s what’s bothering him. And looks at me angrily until I’ve understood.
He won’t fall asleep until he has a clean bum - but sometimes it takes me a while to understand that’s what he wants because I’ve changed his diaper 5 minutes earlier knowing he would nap soon. But he will cry and look at me angrily to make me understand that “hey lady, I pooped in your clean diaper, you know how I love that, so please now wipe me free and rock me to sleep”. And looks at me angrily until I’ve understood.
He will refuse a breast if he remembers that he last nursed on that one. Because, yes, he has a better memory than I do for that! Only problem is that sometimes, I pump milk so he asks for an empty boob and then gets *veryupset* when he finds out that it doesn’t flow as he expected. And thus looks at me angrily as if I am responsible (which, yes, I am).
Sometimes he wants to be rocked to sleep. Sometimes he wants to be pat to sleep. Sometimes he wants to nurse to sleep. Sometimes he wants to be left alone in his crib. Sometimes he wants to lie on me. Sometimes he wants to be left alone but still having me beside him singing a song. And each time he will cry and look angrily at me until I’ve figured that out.
And the worst of all? Parenting books are lying… There is not a specific cry for each need that I recognize so that I know exactly by the melody what he needs. Or maybe I am deaf. So far, I know only the “it’s ok, I can still drink my tea” cry and the “oops, now I really need to pick him up” cry.
And the best of all? My heart dissolves in his angry look.
I disagree with this. There is nothing more attractive then a woman who can make you laugh, and hold her own in a comedic back-and-forth. It’s the guys who arn’t funny themselves who are afraid of a funny female.Despite recent arguments to support this article, I was kind of hoping that this wasn’t the truth.
“Research to be published this week in a leading academic journal confirms what many female comics - and funny women - have long suspected: men are frightened by their brand of humour. While men might chuckle at the odd gag, when it comes to finding a long-term companion they do not want a partner who will fire a stream of witty repartee at them, according to the study carried out by academics at some of the world’s top universities.”
Haha oh man, I’m so screwed (not literally).
Did they use a control group of men with very low self-esteem for this study?
Playing hide-n-seek this morning.
Lac d’Aydat, Auvergne. 2011.
Auvergne. 2011.
wake up, fumble for glasses, get out of bed and pray that there’s time for a cup of coffee before the baby wakes up. look at myself in the mirror on...
Time to put all this sh@t together.