Rolling all over

My baby has officially reached the stage where she wants to roll over all the time. Which means that when I put her to bed, I never know in which position I’ll find her next time I check up on her. She can rotate 270 degrees, or end up lying on her side or her tummy. Of course, when she rolls onto her tummy she gets frustrated. I remember that stage well with our son: I would go and help him, only to have to start over again 15 minutes later.

I have learned from my mistakes. With my daughter, if she rolls onto her tummy and doesn’t figure out how to get back on her back, too bad! She’ll stay on her tummy. I know she’ll be fine, and eventually she’ll learn (either to roll back or to like being on her tummy, I’m not sure, but she’ll learn). And she’s doing so much better than her brother in terms of sleeping! Granted, she’s not sleeping through the night anymore (I knew it wouldn’t last). But she falls asleep by herself most of the time, we are managing to put her to bed around 8 most nights, she stays in bed for at least 12 hours if not 13 (you gotta get your sleep in somehow when you won’t nap for more than 30 minutes during the day) and she’s easy to put back to bed at night.

Now if only our son didn’t wake us up! He has ditched his nighttime diaper, and although the diaper had been staying dry most nights without him having to wake up to go pee at night, now that he’s not wearing it anymore, he has to go pee at least once and sometimes two times a night. We can’t get mad at him, he’s learning and he hasn’t had an accident yet, but every time he gets up, it wakes me up. So I get situations like last night when the baby woke up at 11 and 1 am, then slept until 6:30, but my son woke up at 3:30, so I didn’t get the 5 hours of sleep in a row I could have had.

Oh well… I have no reason to complain. Everyone is happy and healthy (mostly) and things are getting better. Slowly. But better.

History of an exile

My mom came to pick me up at the airport when I came back to Montreal after my first trip to BC, a 10-month stay on Vancouver Island. After the usual small talk, I explained to her that as happy as I was to be back, I was also really sad about leaving this guy I had met six weeks ago and with whom I was very much in love. That night, my mom talked to a friend on the phone and explained to him that she was really happy I was back, but afraid I would leave again soon since I was in love with this guy from BC. Her friend tried to diminish the importance of that love, stating that I was young and would most likely change my mind before long. My mom replied that he didn’t know me well to say something like that, that if I said it was serious, it was.

Thinking back to that moment, it was extremely respectful of my mom to take my pain (and my love) seriously. And history would give her reason: 11 years later, I am living in BC with that same guy, who I am now married to and have two lovely children with. And my mom has picked me – and then us – up again and again at the airport with never a complaint. Of course she must find it hard to be away from me, and maybe even more, to be away from her grandchildren that she won’t get to know as much as she wishes. But she has always respected my decision to live here and has never tried to convince me to come back.

She just keeps picking me up whenever I go back home – although more and more, I wonder where home is…

Times are changing

I was at the playground with our son the other day and I spotted two girls huddled in a corner of a play structure. They were about 10 years old and when I looked more closely, I realized they were playing with an iPod Touch. I don’t know, maybe I’m old school, but giving a 10-year-old something that’s worth what, $250 minimum, to play with in the schoolyard? Some people have way too much money! Maybe the iPod wasn’t new. But there wasn’t even a protective case on it. And the parents were not close-by watching the girls. I even wonder if they didn’t actually take it to school that day (the playground is right by a school and was full of school-aged kids since it was right after the end of the school day).

I don’t know. I mean, technology is important and all, but an iPod Touch when you’re 10?

Problème de liaison…

On était au parc, un parc moderne où on trouve des fausses roches où les enfants peuvent grimper. Mon fils est au sommet et me montre quelque chose du doigt:

- Look maman, zo!
- Pardon?
- Zo!
- Zo?
- Yes!

Je n’y comprenais rien, et puis tout à coup j’ai allumé. Dans le faux rocher se trouvent de faux fossiles. On a beaucoup parlé de fossiles récemment puisque mon fils est fasciné par les dinosaures. On a parlé des os fossilisés. Des os. Zos…

- Ah, des os fossilisés!
- Yes maman, zo fossilisés.

Ben oui. Comment j’ai pu ne pas comprendre du premier coup, moi qui ai passé des années à penser que je marchais sur de la sphalte?

Alternating kids…

Today, our daughter slept until just after Zak left for preschool with our son. Then I put her to bed just before going to get our son back from preschool. She slept through lunch time (a long nap of an hour and a half, very unusual for her when in her bed), then woke up just as we were about to put our son down for a nap. He is still sleeping now, and our daughter is getting grumpy, so guess what I’ll do when he wakes up? Yup, I’ll put her down for her next nap. Weird day!

The world for a 3-year-old…

My son, peeling a clementine: Look, Maman, I can do it all by myself. Do you want me to teach you how to do it?

Me: Well, I’m really impressed that you can do it by yourself, but you don’t need to teach me. I have actually been peeling clementines for a long, long time, I know how.

Him: Is there an orange school?

Roll over!

My daughter rolled over for the first time today – both ways the same day. Of course, Zak made her practice last night. He was trying to teach her how. It worked!

Since mothers always compare milestones, even those who pretend that they don’t care, I looked into my son’s baby book to see how they compared. My boy rolled from front to back at only 3 months, but from back to front at 4 months. My daughter just did both at 4 months.

I love seeing the differences between the two. Two human beings that came out of the same two people and are raised by the same two people, yet are very different. I know that you can never raise two children exactly the same way: circumstances change, making you more or less available to them, giving you more or less time to spend with them. Your patience changes, your financial situation changes. Even your values can change. Still, I won’t go back to the old nature vs nurture debate. It’s both. And I’m enjoying every little difference I’m discovering.