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Wednesday. 2 am. Couch.

19 Sep

It’s wednesday, 2 am and I’m half seated half lying down on the couch.

At around 10 pm, the little girl woke up and vomited all over her bed. She had beets last night by the way. So we weren’t surprised to see red everywhere. Poor petit mouton’s grey coat (it used to be white) had flecks of beet and meusli in it.

I would have found it normal if she had just vomited 2/3 times and went back to blissful sleep. But no. She has been semi dry retching since then and I’m scared to put her down as she might choke.

And so here I am on the couch with her sleeping on my lap. Sleeping reclined seems to work fine for her because she was able to sleep for 2 hours without retching until I put her down on the bed. 5 minutes after, she started vomiting saliva again.

Did no one hear me say I was already tired? And now I’m tired and worried. *Sigh*

She’s sleeping now but if she doesn’t get better tomorrow, I’m gonna take her to the doctor.

Mom duties above all else.

Get well soon little monkey.

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Spell Tired. M-E

17 Sep

Has it been 9 months already? How fast time flies and at the same time it feels like it has been forever. I am dead tired.

Between work and household chores and a whining baby – I sometimes just feel like I don’t have any energy left to do anything else. Even watching TV feels like a chore. I’m just thankful that Z has been doing her nights since she was 3 months old – if not, then I would definitely just be plain dead.

But there are also times when all that work seems like nothing and I have the energy to go all week being super mom. It’s weird. Maybe I’m becoming schizo. Or maybe that’s just how being a mom is.

Recently the little monkey has been more of little monster. She’s having separation issues – always needs to be near me or in my arms. Plus she’s becoming more mobile – rolling all over the place. We have to make sure she doesn’t fall or hit her head somewhere.

I started her on solids when she was 6 months, only during lunch. And now she’s also eating dinner with us. She used to love everything we give her – but now she’s tasting everything first before deciding if she’ll open her mouth for the next spoonful. And then doesn’t open her mouth at all if she doesn’t like it. She also prefers to eat our food, it seems, more than hers.

Sometimes I feel want her to go back to the way she was – when she’ll just sleep after every feeding and just played by herself lying down. And sometimes I want her to start talking and walking so we can play more.

And all those schizo feelings make me tired. T-I-R-E-D. Physically tired. But despite that, I absolutely love this stage in my life and will not exchange it for anything.

Now where did I put that vitamin C?…

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You know you’re getting older when…

21 Feb

…your cooking ware costs as much as a designer hand bag. And you still happily wake up at 8 am to get it from the post office just so you can use it to make bacon for dinner.

Seeing green – and yellow – in the kitchen

3 Feb

I might have spoken too soon when I said we were having a pseudo winter 4 posts back. It’s -8 degrees in Paris today. If that’s not winter, I don’t know what is. I’ve been going out all bundled up and I can still feel the cold. I am sooooo looking forward to our March holiday just to get some sun.

Anyway, to forget that it’s in the negatives outside,  I like to go into the kitchen and look at the husband’s plants. The green vine thing makes washing the dishes a bit hard. The leaves are all over the place. But I actually appreciate it. It makes the kitchen more “homely” and an almost relaxing place to work in.


I was also surprised to see that the daffodils we bought last year that we thought have died started growing again. The husband made make-shift pots with old cabinet drawers that I painted white and put the small pots in them and put them in the kitchen.

So now, even though it’s still winter outside, I feel like it’s already spring time in my kitchen.

And as Martha Stewart says, “It’s a good thing!”

Hello Laverie, nice to see you again.

30 Jan

It’s the middle of winter (or pseudo winter) and we practically live under the duvet and the sheets. I love the duvet covers we find in the stores these days and they are so practical to use and wash. But every once in a while one needs to wash the actual duvet.

So it was on a Sunday morning that I found myself loading up the 18 kilo machine with our favorite duvet.

Before I found out how much of a chore doing laundry is, I actually loved the idea of going to the laverie. I remember the first time we went there with our huge Ikea bag filled with dirty laundry. I loved the smell of laundry soap, fabric softener and the heat of the dryers. I loved watching the clothes turning in the machine and the socks flying in the tumble dryer.

But it became such a hassle and we bought our own washing machine for the flat. No more heavy trips to the laverie – it was such a chore.

And this time around I had to go to the laverie at 10 am on a Sunday. Such a drag but it had to be done. Plus I forgot to bring laundry soap so I had to buy some. 1.20 for the Ariel soap.

And now we have a warm, good as new, fluffy duvet to keep us warm for the rest of the pseudo winter. So in hind sight, this is one chore I don’t mind doing – every 6 months or so.

*Here’s a tip: Add tennis balls in your machine when washing and drying. It keeps the material inside from clumping up. You’ll end up with a really fluffy duvet.