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Lonely Parenting

For the first 9 months, minus the first 2 maybe, my life was filled with baby groups and chatting with the other mummies, mummies whose babies are all the same age. But then, the 9 month mark hits and mummies have to start going back to work. I made it to Elvis’ 13 month birthday, but for those last 4 months, life became more lonely.
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He Wants Milk

That is, by far, my most hated sentence from the past year. I hate those three words.

They were okay at the beginning, none of us knew what Elvis wanted at any given point so he wants milk was highly likely.

For a while, as he cut down his feeds to just the three and then two, now one, I stopped hearing those words. I stopped saying those words. But then, a few nigts ago, in the middle of the night, amidst baby screaming, hubby said it again: he wants milk.

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Things I Yearned for on Holiday

A pushchair with a sun shade.

A pushchair that Elvis will actually go to sleep in.

A highchair to make meals not need two adults and meals that will actually include fruit and veg!

My tivo! Although I have loved spending the evenings sitting by the pool re-reading Storm of Swords, I have missed my tele. I’m a week behind on Game of Thrones.

Having stair and door gates, and all the other safety things we have at home!

My bed and duvet.

A spare bed for drunk hubby!

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Things I have Learnt This Holiday

Take lidded baby wipes to the beach.

Take spray sun tan lotions to the beach.

Elvis loves dogs, the sea and playing in the sand.

He also loves Mega Blocks building bricks.

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Things I will Miss About Being on Holiday

I will miss falling asleep on a sun lounger whilst Elvis naps in a room nearby.

I will miss the lazy mornings with Elvis playing for half an hour in bed with us.

I will miss watching my son sit in the surf on the beach, throwing sand and shouting with glee.

I will miss sitting by the pool, reading Storm of Swords and drinking Sangria whilst hubby plays the e-book of Game of Thrones next to me.

There are things I won’t miss at all, but that’s for another post!

~ P
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Spanish Sleeping

When we first got here to Spain, the thought of all three of us in the same bedroom was kind of daunting. We haven’t done it in 8 months or so and I can be such a funny sleeper that the thought of two other people in the room breathing and keeping me awake kinda scared me.

But do you know what? It’s actually been really enlightening.

We’ve been woken up in the morning by giggling, rolling over and seeing Elvis lying in his cot, in the pitch black, giggling at… I have no idea. I’ve gotten him to go for a nap simply by lying on the bed where he can see me and he’s stopped screaming and gone to sleep; as did I. We’ve picked him up in the morning and put him in the bed inbetween us and had more giggles and some quiet times, scoring a semi lie-in.

I might miss going home and putting him in a room a whole 5 meters away! Although I do now wonder if he will get too used to seeing us in the morning!

~ P
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Inconsiderate Individuals

I am beginning to be completely at the end of my tether when it comes to peoples’ expectations of my son. Strangely enough it’s from people who have already had children which makes it all the more laughable. And annoying.

I’m sorry that my almost 1 year old does not want to just sit around in a pub, bar or restaurant.

I am sorry that after finishing his meal, Elvis does not want to sit there drinking his water whilst you finish your wine or continue chatting.

I’m sorry that all he wants to do is walk around and I’m also sorry that I have yet to train my son to wear shoes so whilst we’re out he can’t walk around.

I’m sorry that Elvis is perfectly happy playing with toys that are age appropriate and not your coasters or chairs.

I’m sorry that I am so inconvenient that I have a child that intereferes with your plans.

I’m sorry that people claim they want to see my son but are either liars or have no idea about children, or my child is so vastly different to any other children they know, that they actually spend no time at all with my son.

Do you know what I’m most sorry about? I’m sorry that I care. I’m sorry that I try and be flexible.  I’m sorry that I give two flying pigs about these people.

Mostly though, I’m sorry that I never say anything and stand up for myself and my son. How can Elvis learn from me when I keep making the same mistake?

~ P
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Is Sand Yummy?

It honestly,  naively perhaps,  never occurred to me that when taking Elvis to the beach he would try and eat it.

He face-bombed the sand, his version of a cuddle and kiss and then sat up with sand on his forehead, in his eyes, up his nose and in his mouth. Everytime he sneezed more sand appeared. Then he tried to eat stones, then handfuls of sand, then he began chewing the bucket and spade, eating more sand. We gave up and let him eat sand, remaining vigilent on the stone-eating issue.

Then I walked him to the sea and let the waves get him. He loved it, smiling with each incoming wave and wanting to walk further out with each outward wave.

Elvis is so truly amazing, I don’t believe it. Passengers on the plane were in love with him, complimenting on how well he’s been brought up. Old ladies at breakfast fall in love with him. He needs work when he’s tired, but he can be distracted and doesn’t cry. He hasn’t been scared by his Grandparents’ dog. He isn’t afraid of he sea or sand.

How have I made such a little boy?

~ P
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First Holiday – Getting There

We’re in the airport. Elvis has finally crashed at half 11 after we got him up at 6. We found a soft play area where he loved chasing the bigger kids around! Now we have to manoeuvre our way on to the plane with him asleep in the sling.

I’d like to go to sleep myself.

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Goodbye Group!

With the countdown to Elvis’ first birthday and holiday treat well underway, we have just said goodbye to our first group. Age-wise we could still attend, but after the chaos is over, we’re going to start preparing for Nursery and finding a new routine. That new routine might mean the end of some of our current baby groups.

Which isn’t a problem; lots of Elvis’ baby friends will stop going as their mummies graduate and return to work. And today, all the little ones are so tiny! I swear that Elvis was never that small!

It’s a bit silly because there are other groups at the same place and the mummies I’ve made friends with will still be contactable, I guess it’s the first major change that I have to make in preparation of graduating. These groups were the only thing that got me through months 2 to 5, the only thing that kept me sane.

Can’t I just stay home forever?

~ P

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