Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Positive Thinking

The act (art?) of positive thinking. That's something to think about.

It is something that we can choose. Unless you can't, in which case you probably require medication.

Instead of thinking you're going to fail, think you'll succeed and often, surprise surprise, it comes true. Is that not what sets Olympians apart from each other? Being able to visualize and believe in one's own potential and ability to succeed?

It's not an easy frame of mind to achieve if you're oppressed/unfortunate/the 99%, but then, perhaps it's really the only thing that you have control over that will make a real difference in your life.

Who am I lecturing? Not you, dear reader, but myself of course!

And as usual, I'll cut myself off and turn it over to Henry!


Movement: walking forwards and backwards, able to mount his toy car unaided, runs around with toy golf club and hits balls, likes to push strollers and shopping carts, will bite, pinch (esp. the waddle under my neck), and finally, he can put objects through the shape sorter so long as someone points out the correct hole.

Speech: knows "can you say..." and often he'll try to imitate but comes out with "dat". He can say truck, bus, bicycle (bgyabgya), cat, dog, book, boots, banana, moon, milk, tractor, and if asked if he can point to an object, he can identify animals, all manner of vehicles and animals, some fruit, a hatchback, a bridge, a train, bus, minivan, giraffe, etc...

So that gives an indication as to what stage he is in. And such a fun one.

He will be moving to the toddler room at daycare in about 6 weeks, so the transition is beginning with him spending time in the playground with the toddlers instead of being walked in the strollers for 45 min. He's starting to enjoy it, which is a good sign. Soon he'll be taking his naps in a cot, and eventually will be brought into the toddler room for periods of time, allowing him to gradually adjust. I will be very sad to see him leave the wonderful care of the infant room ladies. I feel so close to them and will miss catching up with them every day. But, I've got to think positively that the toddler room will also have wonderful staff to whom I will also become attached. We already know one of them since she was in the infant room when Henry started and that will help with the transition to be sure.

Finally, Stephen & I have a weekend of togetherness coming up. We've both taken Friday and Monday off of work so that we can spend 4 days together, 2 with Henry, 2 with each other. We hope to see a play on Friday night, and maybe a movie somewhere in the mix.

...insert your favourite inspirational quote here...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Daddy's Little Helper?

On Monday when I picked up Henry I was crestfallen to discover he had gummy eyes. I proceed to stress all evening. The next morning Stephen & I both took him to the doctor and got some drops for pink eye. Stephen stayed with him for the afternoon while I went to work and today I stayed home while Stephen worked. Tomorrow Henry should be all clear to return to daycare.

It was nice to spend a whole day with Henry again. Due to the -16 C weather, we stayed inside until 3:30pm and had a lovely time in the morning making muffins, playing hockey, driving cars, reading books and ahem, watching Sesame Street.

I had to call into a meeting at work, so I thought the best way to distract him for an hour would be to play something on daddy's laptop. It worked for the most part. A bit puzzled about the monsters, but he'll learn :)

To cap off the day, Henry decided to show his affection to dada by bringing him many presents.

What a difference staying at home with a toddler is vs. a baby. I hope I never go back to baby days. They're just not for me.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Jane Fonda

Wow. Jane Fonda might be my new role model:

And so I glanced at her blog and was interested to learn that she is a Christian.

I especially like :

"From time to time, there have been the awakened ones, conduits of perception, who, by fully embodying Spirit, have shown us the way—Jesus, Muhammed, Buddha, Allah, and others. Their messages have invariably been bare-bone-simple, remarkably similar and often embedded in metaphor, stories, and poems—all forms of art. Why? Because the non-linear, non-cerebral forms that are Art speak on a different frequency, they by-pass thinking, penetrate our defenses and jolt us open to consciousness." -JF

Monday, January 9, 2012

The New Year So Far

Well the New Year is in full swing. Still barely any snow this winter, and quite warm. Makes me feel pretty worried about this thing called climate change.

Anyhow, we took advantage of the favourable weather and paid a visit to Riverdale Farm on Saturday. Henry liked the tractor and the cat best. His eating has been quite sporadic lately, so he got pretty fussy and we shortened the visit in favour of a pit-stop at Tim Hortons.

Our little guy has been quite goofy lately and such a delight.

That's all. Just a quick update.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Mr. Pickles Is Missing

There was a crisis tonight of near-epic proportions. And all because of a little horse blanket named Mr. Pickles.

After picking Henry up from Daycare, he got upset when I put Mr. Pickles in the bag, and so I let him hold him in the stroller while we walked the 20 min. home. But Henry had his fingerless mitts on, and I had had something to drink with some co-workers an hour beforehand. The last time that happened, I almost lost Mr. Pickles, but realized right away he'd gone missing. A shock to the heart when that happened.

This evening however, we had arrived at Woodbine, 15 min. walk by that point. I had carefully been pointing out all the types of cars and colours of Christmas lights as we pleasantly strolled along the quiet residential streets of Upper Beaches. And when we got to Woodbine, I somehow thought to check for Mr. P. and OMG! where is he? Instead of searching the undercarriage of the stroller or lifting up Henry's leg, I immediately swung the stroller around and ran all the way back to the school frantically searching the sidewalks for a little orange blanket, all the while the sky growing darker and darker. I felt like Dustin Hoffman in Kramer vs. Kramer when his son falls and seriously hurts himself in the part and he desperately runs to the hospital carrying his son in his arms. Instinct totally kicked in. If this is what happens for a horse blanket, I can't imagine how I'd react if something happened to Henry, god forbid.

We went all the way back to the school steps without me finding Mr. Pickles. I almost started to cry, but realized that I had to be strong for Henry. And how was I going to explain this to Henry? How was I going to put him to bed, or comfort him, or help him feel secure at daycare. Nothing can substitute for this horse. Nothing. It's traumatic enough for Henry when Mr. P is missing in the laundry machine for an hour.

And how do I explain this to Stephen?

"Well you see, I had had a drink and thought that Henry could take care of Mr. Pickles all the way home, even though his hands were covered in thick fleecy mittens and his snowsuit is as slippery as an eel. But he must have fallen out somewhere and was taken by someone or some dog. I ran for 10 min all the way back to the school, pushing the stroller with heavy bags attached...I looked everywhere!" I almost burst into tears again just thinking about the reality of this moment and how I was going to wake up at 5am to go hunting at dawn and hopefully find Mr. Pickles in the daylight.

I kept telling Henry on the way back that Mr. Pickles was lost, that he had gone "uh oh". He knew something wasn't right, obviously, and the sooner he could come to terms with the death of his horse, well, the better. Right?

About halfway between Coxwell and Woodbine, I saw a shape on the pavement that looked like an uneven brick. Could it be? As we came closer, I saw the long face and and the loving eyes peering up, looking so lost in the dark in a corner of the pavement near some old leaves.

I pointed down towards Mr. P and said "Look Henry, who is that?"

When Henry got Mr. Pickles in his arms, he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

By the time I got home it was 6pm and happily explained to Stephen that I had almost lost Mr. Pickles but he was now safely zipped in Henry's jacket.

Those two inseparable creatures are happily intertwined in Henry's crib for the night, and I can enjoy the rest of my life knowing that I didn't break my son's heart at the tender age of 15 months.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Bonjour 2012!

Our Christmas tree lies on the sidewalk and all the baking lies on my hips. Our decorations are packed away and we can reclaim the now-liberated space in our modest 1500 sq ft home.

We both returned to work today and Henry to daycare. I think he was happy to be back with his friends and following a predictable schedule with fun activities.

Over the last couple of weeks, Henry came to work with me and met Santa (very afraid of).

He spent a lot of time with grandparents, aunts, uncles and his cousin Emily.

Following the festivities, we decided to go for an annual membership at the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum) and took Henry there not to look at dinosaurs or Mayan art, but to be with other children. He adores people, especially the little ones.

And now it's a new year. I do put fair amount of stock in milestones, and so having a year stretching out before me is an irresistible invitation to reflect and resolve to make changes.

Looking back, I think of 2011 largely as the year of challenges. In facing these challenges I have come very close to breaking point, and certainly my skin broke out in stress rashes once or twice.

Having to put a 7 month old baby into daycare, spending $10K renovating the basement, return to a new job only to move into a very different and more challenging role 4 months later, barely being able to scrape enough together to pay the bills, and various other family stuff...this all left very little room for fun and relaxation.

And I want to enjoy life. I want to savour Henry.

So 2012, look out! I'm putting on my dancing shoes and letting it all hang out (except that I'm going on a diet).