Life has been treating us well so far. I have a flexible-hour job (that pays full time!), Ewan is adapting well to his new environment at the daycare and Hubby has been as sweet and supportive as ever. Due to my hectic schedule, I haven’t been able to blog much though.
The first two weeks at daycare were tough for the little one. Before I started work, we visited the nursery several times for “acclimatization” purposes. Once or twice, I left him there for an hour while I went around to do chores. He cried at the top of his lungs, as if I was going to abandon him there. On his first official 8-5 day there, he refused to eat, drink and nap. Needless to say, he came back looking like an exhausted baby panda. For two weeks in the evening, he turned into this whiny and fussy koala who wanted to be carried all the time and demanded our full attention. It was a very trying time but thankfully, it was just a phase. To minimize stress and because he’s so attached to me, Hubby sends him there every morning while I pick him up in the evening. Because of that, Ewan was so upset with his Daddy for a week that the sight of Steve had him running towards me, as if the “villain” was off to send him away again.
Then, when the kids there started having runny nose and phlegmy cough, so did he. Probably because we have had the experience of sending him to a babysitter prior to this, Steve and I didn’t freak out when he fell sick or came home with a bite mark on his arm. It’ll make him stronger and tougher, we figure. It has been four weeks since he joined the centre and I’m proud to report that he’s much better at handling the new environment now, settling quickly after a short cry. Mondays are always the hardest for all of us; we would miss each other so much. Just the other day, I spotted him interacting and playing with Avril, Ben and Te Hong inside the mini playhouse. My boy has grown up.
Oh, did I mention that he took his first few steps at 13 months 1 day old? Since then, our house has been so disorganized than ever. On good days, it’s messy. On bad days, it looks like as if a tornado just hit the area. Things that were supposed to be in the kitchen ended up in the living room, and sometimes, in our master bedroom. He would open the kitchen cabinet, take out a container, bring it to the front and leave it somewhere around the house. Just yesterday, I caught him handing my plastic ice-cream maker to Odee. The furkid gladly accepted and took ownership of it quickly. Now I finally understand why some of his toys ended up on Odee’s day bed. And I thought Odee stole his toys!
Confession: seeing how well Hubby, furkid and hairkid get along blossomed my urge for a #2. It’s probably still too early to think about this now, considering that Ewan is only 15 months old. Besides, I’ll need to jumpstart my period soon. Surprise surprise, I haven’t been spending on sanitary pads for 2 years! Yep, you read me right. We’ll wait for a bit more, ya?
I’m thinking of a holiday…