DS loves to feed us. When his hunger diminishes at the end of a meal, he offers us the bits and pieces left. Sometimes we eat it, sometimes we don’t, depending on how much he has eaten, on how much we have eaten and on how much chewing and handling the piece of food has previously been through.

Yesterday, DS added a twist to the game… He offered me a pristine, not-even-already-chewed piece of mandarin, but when it was only millimeters from my mouth, he changed his mind and stuffed it in his own mouth. I laughed and exclaimed “Tricheur!”, “cheater” in French. He then spent the next 10 minutes offering me pieces of mandarin, then putting them in his mouth at the last minute and yelling “Tricheur!”.


So while I was working like a dog on Friday (by the way, I wonder where that expression comes from since most dogs I know spend their day sleeping), Zak took DS snowshoeing at Cypress. From the photos (and all the new words DS picked up on that day), it seems like they had a blast! Notice the color coordination…

Zakary and DS at CypressDS playing in the snow

P.S. A note for my Quebec readers… Despite the snow, it was about 10 degrees up there. I know it’s still February, but here spring is pretty near: the daffodils are blooming. And despite using sun screen, Zak did get a bit of a sun burn.

I’ll carry you

DS is a really good walker. Today, we went to the grocery store and he walked most of the way, about 1 km. At 18 months and with tiny legs, it’s pretty impressive! Whenever we have to cross a more important street, though, Zak says to him “I’ll carry you across the street”. And when DS gets too tired, Zak will say, for instance, “I’ll carry you to the white car and then you’ll walk a bit more”.

So now, whenever DS wants his dad to carry him, he raises his arms and says “I’ll carry you”. It makes us laugh every time!

You walk!

DS is obsessed with cars and trucks these days. When Zakary and him are walking down the street, he keeps pointing at them, which soon becomes really boring for the adult (especially since he has absolutely no interest in gas-powered vehicles), who tries to redirect the conversation. He’s been teaching his son colors (a BLUE truck, a RED car). But he has also been pointing out the Walk/Don’t walk symbols.

So now, whenever we are stopped at a street corner, my 18-month old points at the red outline of a hand and says “No walk”. Then, when it changes to the white outline of a pedestrian, he yells forcefully “You walk!” And we do.

A sign of times to come

Saturday morning, at the aquarium.

Zakary: Do you want to hold hands with Maman or Papa?
DS: Papa!

A very simple exchange. But the answer to that question used to be Maman. It used to always be Maman. After being my son’s main caregiver for a year, I suddenly went back to work, and even though he loved his daddy, of course, he was suffering from some very normal separation anxiety. When I was home, I was again the center of his universe and he would not let me get out of his sight. Going to the washroom was sometimes a problem.

Not anymore. He is getting used to Papa being there for him a lot more often than I am, and now he asks for his daddy a lot more than he used to. A friend of mine to whom I was telling this story Saturday night was saying I must be happy that my son and his dad bonded in that way. Of course I am. Of course I’m glad that my son is being cared for, during the day, by the person best qualified to take care of him. Of course I’m glad that my son trusts his dad and feels loved and cherished by him. And there is no reason why he wouldn’t get more attached to his dad than to his mom, even though it’s the opposite for most children for reasons of traditional separation of household chores.

But do I have to mention it makes me feel horribly jealous?

I would never mention it of course. It would be petty. Zakary deserves the deep bond he has forged with our son. I know very well how hard taking care of him can be on a daily basis.

But I can’t help it. Deep inside of my lurks a very ugly beast that wishes my son still asked for me when he bumps his head against the wall instead of being just as easily comforted by his dad.

Let’s hope he’ll want to keep nursing for a while. Breastfeeding is the only thing no one else can do for my baby!

Explain to me…

why airlines charge full price for plane tickets for children?

I get the part where a child who uses a seat means no one else can purchase that seat. But it’s the same with movie theaters. Or Greyhound buses. Or trains. Yet all of those have discount prices for students and children. Why not airlines?

It drives me crazy!

Profoundly unfair…

So after a week of DS sleeping in and I having to rush to get to work within an hour of the time at which I’m actually supposed to be there, having long stopped setting up our alarm clock since our son usually wakes up at 6 am sharp every morning… After a week of him snoozing until 6:30 or 7… After a week of dreaming of being allowed to sleep in without guilt on Saturday morning…

DS woke up at 5:50 this morning. Yeah. It sucks.