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Birthday Bumps

Update on the dummy front is that we are doing really well without it. Babyice still takes a chance every now and then and asks for it, but doesn’t whine once we tell him that all the dummies are gone. He specifically asks for the dummy when he is upset and the question is usually accompanied by tears. He has gone to bed every night without his dummy with no fuss at all. He really has surprised me. I took a photo of us this weekend that I really love. He snuggled me for the longest time after we tried to coax him to cut his hair. He is TERRIFIED of cutting his hair, whether we use scissors or the machine. His hair is looking TERRIBLE at the moment and I am at my wits end. We’ve tried entertaining him with books, Barney, sweets, but nothing distracts him. Even though this picture reminds me of how old I am getting/looking, I do love it:

 

 

Cuddles

 

 

Babyice has also now started saying ‘four’ and ‘five’ instead of ‘pour’ and ‘pive’. It won’t be long before he stops saying ‘puck’.

 

 

The nausea has finally started to give me a break, but I am still permanently exhausted and the bad taste in my mouth remains. I have also now started to encounter the stretching pains in my ligaments which are so very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have listened if you had warned me and I most certainly had forgotten. Rudi has been an angel. I’m not sure why he is so different with this pregnancy. Even before we found out we are having a girl (which he wanted since I was pregnant with Babyice) he has really picked up a LOT of slack around the house and allowed me to take naps after work in the afternoon. Something unheard of before now. Perhaps now that he has witnessed the miracle of birth and the product of a pregnancy it is more ‘real’ to him and he somehow understands that it cannot be easy to create another human being. Whatever the reason, I’m not going to complain. I do what I can, but honestly it is not much. Thank goodness for my new domestic fairy too!

Things are going swimmingly with the new domestic. She finishes her work. She’s managed to pack all of our cupboards straight and get all the crayon scribblings off the walls. I paid her via EFT at the end of the month for all the days worked. It’s like a dream come true! No more struggling to find an ATM that will dispense me R50 notes once a week. Finally this issue that has been dragging on for well over a year is resolved. I regret not asking my neighbour about her ages ago!

 

 

My birthday is coming up on Saturday. I’m not having a party or having a ‘tweet up’ kind of gathering like I have for the last few years. Somehow my birthday just isn’t as important to me as it used to be. That being said, nobody else really makes a big deal out of it anyway. Perhaps it is because I am getting really old or maybe it is because I am so exhausted lately, but I just couldn’t be bothered to throw something together and show up.

 

 

I have requested those that have asked to buy me new bras for my birthday. I haven’t bought myself regular bras for at least 5 years. I’ve meant to, time and time again, but never managed to get around to it. A friend noticed that Stuttafords had a sale on bras and I snapped up one that I had tried on months before, just because it was pretty. It’s a beautiful pink and mocha colour. I managed to get it at 75% off! The original price was R179.99 and I purchased it for R42.95! What a bargain! My grandmother and Leebeesa each purchased me a two pack and now I should have enough to last me a while again. It is really awesome to be wearing bras that fit. I’ve been wearing ill fitting bras and feeding bras for the past two years. Enough of that!

 

 

 

Rudi and I went shopping for my birthday gift on Saturday as well. I couldn’t decide what I wanted and bras were really the only thing that I needed, so on a whim I told him I want expensive perfume. My favourite perfume is Christian Dior’s Hypnotic Poison, but since I already have some of that from the last time he bought me (easily 3 years ago) I thought I’d opt for something different. I was quite overwhelmed. You get so many different fragrances and even knowing where to start is daunting. After smelling a few I gravitated towards something I’ve loved on other people, but because it is so expensive I have never dared ask someone to buy it for me, let alone buy it for myself. Enter Issey Miyake. I sprayed some on one of the open spots on my arm and even 30 minutes later I was still in love. I managed to twist Rudi’s arm to get it and it is mine!

 

 

 

Issey Miyake

 

 

 

We are going to visit Christelle and Dion on my birthday for lunch. We really enjoy going there and the kids had so much fun the last time we were there I didn’t care that the first available Saturday for us both fell on my birthday. It’s a win win situation. Rudi has company that he enjoys, Babyice has a friend to play with and I have good company too. The food is also always different and delicious. Why the hell not?! Like I said, I couldn’t be arsed to make other plans anyway. I will probably do cake and tea with my family on Sunday. They will insist. That is after church and Baba Indaba! It’s going to be a busy weekend.

 

 

 

I realized this morning that I have been pregnant on my 28th (Jamie), 29th (Babyice) and now my 31st birthdays! It’s been a rough couple of years!

 

Dummy Diaries

So…if you follow my blog you would have picked up that we are having problems getting Babyice off the dummy (pacifier). He has clung to that thing like there is no tomorrow. We managed pretty well recently with not giving it to him when he is not going to sleep…well…I have managed very well. Every afternoon lately it’s the same story:

 

‘Daddy, where’s my dummy. I want my dummy.’

 

‘No, you are not getting your dummy.’

 

“Daddy, I want my dummy.’

 

 

This goes back and forth for a while and eventually Babyice will come strolling into the room, dummy in the mouth, playing with his ear. Every single time. So Rudi doesn’t do too well with the whining and crying. I can deal.

 

Last night we had epic tantrums. It started with us asking Babyice to pick up his blocks. He moped and sulked and picked up a few…eventually he flat out refused to pick up his blocks. He also stepped on one of the blocks while trying to pick them up and this just gave him more reason to whine and cry. This developed into a full blown tantrum, which led to a troublesome bath time. He then refused to brush his teeth. Oh it’s the end of the world! We tried to get him to pick up his blocks again with more refusals.

 

The parents picked up the blocks, advising him that he is no longer allowed to play with them and that we would most likely give them to less fortunate children. He had no objection to this. I also told him that he would not have his dummy at all because he was so naughty and did not want to brush his teeth or pick up his blocks. He continued to moan and whine, at which point I decided it was bed time.

 

I was rather nervous about bed time. He drinks his bottle while I read to him, he hands me his bottle and I hand him his dummy. We pray and then he goes to sleep. I was not sure how this was going to go without the dummy. I was anticipating tantrums of epic proportions and standing outside his door listening to him scream for his dummy. The moment of truth came, he handed me his bottle. We prayed. He asked:

 

‘Mommy, where is my dummy?’

 

‘You didn’t pick up your blocks. I can’t give it to you.’

 

‘Okay.’

 

 

He then promptly turned around and went to sleep. No crying, no screaming and no tantrums. He also slept in his own bed all night. MOST unexpected turn of events!

 

I told the day mother no more dummies this morning and I have bought him a present from ‘the rabbit’ to say thank you for all the dummies he gave for the crying babies. Previously when he would look for his dummy during the day we used to tell him that the rabbit came to fetch it because the babies were crying. Rabbit would bring the dummy back when it was time to sleep. Hopefully this whole story will wash. I have hidden the dummies from daddy as well to ensure there are no slip ups.

 

I don’t for a minute think this is the end of it. I have a feeling we will have whining and tantrums for the dummy. We’ll just have to stand strong this time. It can’t take that long. He will be fine. My biggest concern was that he would have trouble falling asleep and evidently that is not a problem for him. Wish us luck!

 

The potty training has regressed. For the last two days Babyice has suddenly been having accidents. I’m not sure why this is happening. He was accident free for quite a long time. The day mother suspects it might have something to do with me being pregnant. Thoughts?