Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Brilliant. Although it was a day with 2 children again; Rye is spending the day and night with his dad, and will be back tomorrow evening. Amazingly the presence of a third child, seemed to have a calming effect. There was no running in and out of the kitchen into the lounge, no screeching, squawking or squabbling. Bliss.
And I simply must echo Sarah's joy in the power of singing, over on Carried Family. I have sung my way through the day and through every tough spot. When the little man arrived at 7:40am this morning, he was smiling, but as mum passed him over he screamed, and he wasn't as immediately distracted by Chuggington Books this time... so I sang the book, Listen, Listen. And by jolly it worked, tears dried up and he was soon playing happily.
Rye's dad turned up about 9:40am; the children were all having snacks at the table - eating beautifully. Yah, too, Rye's dad brought me down Rye's old travel cot, which is now needed I have 2 children to mind.
I took the children out this morning in the double buggy and after running a few errands, we stopped at the park. The children had a wonderful time - phew, I do take my hat off to all you mums with little ones close together in age - and my friend with twins. With Rye and C, I could pretty much sit back and let them play at the park. A is a little too young - although wow, he is wonderful at following instructions... and I've still got that new child anxiety - the one where you, as the minder, dread the child falling/bumping itself and ending up with a graze and bruises!
Then back to the house for lunch and then naps. Some tears from both C and A. C has been ill so it seems to have set her back a little. Normally I can take her up to Rye's bedroom, settle her on his beanbag bed, with her blanket, give her a kiss and leave. But oh no, not to today, tears and histronics. The little man decided to join in too when I laid him down in the travel cot.
So I sat on the end of the bean bag and sang. The little man fell asleep pretty quickly. C was a little more stubborn, and did fuss when I tried to leave. I explained to her it was naptime and that she had company because A was sleeping in the room with her... gave her a kiss and left. Not a peep, she drifted off cuddling her long legged mouse toy.
Hehehe, I must admit I did have a bit of a victory salute once outside the room, both kids asleep - in the same room!
This gave me time to listen to the Paul McKenna cd, and even a wee snooze myself before the afternoon fun :-). When C was picked up at 5:20, the little man did cry very passionately, bless him. He obviously wanted his mummy. Singing won out again. He wouldn't let me comfort him with a cuddle - so I put him down, picked up a book and began singing the words again. He soon calmed.
Then there were some more tears at bathtime - going upstairs, I think he thought I was putting him to bed, so I carried him up, popped him in Rye's room (there's a stair gate across the door), while I run the bath, singing about bath funtimes an bubbles. Once in the bath he was a happy little soul. Giggling as I blew bubbles off my hand and then trying to do the same himself. Few more tears during getting dried and popped into his sleep suit (oh how I've missed the deliciousness of a squidgy cuddly toddler in a sleepsuit!), this time I just kept saying we were getting dried and nappy and dressed then coming downstairs.. and I nudged the wooden dragon hanging from the light, so it flapped its wings. That dried up tears :-)
Once downstairs, happy little boy, although he obviously was missing him mum a lot by now and kept pointing to the window and saying, "mammamamamamam" bless him. She was an hour early yesterday, so he'd been expecting her since 6pm. I kept him distracted with books, playing with lorries/buses - blowing raspberries on that delightfuly little pot belly of his, and of course we fed the Hungry Giraffe copious counters :-)
I may be rubbish at singing and I am abysmal at making up tunes... but hey, my kiddies don't care, and I am loving how the day has flowed. I haven't shouted - heck I haven't felt irritated, needed to deep breath or anything.
Roll on tomorrow. Again just the 2 kids, until the evening when Rye comes back home. To be honest, I couldn't have planned a better week for a new child starting. It's allowed all of us to adjust a bit more gradually and has made for a very successful few days :-)