Its been AGES since I've written a decent post. Been busy with lots of stuff. Am working on a little online business with 2 other friends - stay tuned for our launch! Plus the kid is keeping me really busy and very tired. He's at the crawling-trying-to-walk stage and he's really a walking disaster. He will chase us from room to room, with his knees squeaking as it rubs against the tiled floor and a trail of drool all over the place. Which is super dangerous by the way as our tiles are smooth so they become a slippery slidy hazard.
Just on Saturday, I gave him a board book to keep him entertained in the car. Which he decided to gnaw on. The next thing I knew, I found a portion of the book missing, only to realise to my horror that it was in his mouth! Conversation went like this:
Me: Dear! Marc has eaten his book! There's cardboard in his mouth!
Hubby: Just use your finger to dig it out!
Me: But my hands are not clean!
Hubby: It doesn't matter, just stick it in!
Me: *hesitation...dig dig*
Marc: *screams at mummy*
Me: I can't find it! *dig dig*
Marc: *screams louder*
Hubby: Have you found it?
Me: No! I can't find it!
Marc: *screams at top of lungs* *opens mouth wide cos of screaming* *cardboard peeks out from one of his 6 teeth*
Me: I found it! *already half deaf from being screamed at*
It was quite an experience I must say...so for the record, Marc has officially eaten:
1) Sponge from a stressball
2) Cardboard
Not bad for a 10 month old.
It was our helper's day off yesterday and the Husband and I were totally exhausted. Marc just refused to sleep, and he's been doing that every Sunday for the past few weeks. He's just so excited that Mummy and Daddy are around all day so he goes hyper. Which means we are very...NOT hyper. After juggling Marc, plus dinner, and HIS dinner (which has to be specially cooked cos he can't eat our food yet), I slept at 9.30pm and still woke up tired! We decided that this kid needs to go to childcare, or some form of play school that gets him to expend his energy. We're thinking of sending him when he turns 2...but he's only 10 months old and every weekend I feel like I'm doing night feeds all over again!
Marc has a new friend called Oliver who lives at the next block. I've been going to the playground with Marc every morning before I go to work and I bumped into a trendy mummy with her son that looked around Marc's age, so we chatted and made friends. Oli was born on National Day, so he's a month older than Marc. A sweet boy that loves to shout at birds and in many ways very alike with Marc. Its nice to have a fellow mummy with a baby boy Marc's age in the neighbourhood.
I have a business trip coming up in August which I'm not looking forward to. I knew the day would come sooner or later. I'm thankful for understanding bosses that have allowed me to avoid trips thus far and only scheduled them when absolutely necessary. My longest time away from Marc was Bangkok, which was a 3 day 2 night stint. This is for the same period of time...it felt like forever last time but I will be kept busy with meetings so I'm sure it will whizz by.
Marc has been sleeping through the night for about a month now. He occasionally wakes up screaming at 10 or 11pm, but he usually doesn't require intervention to fall asleep, except when he's overtired. We still feed him at midnight and give him a diaper change so that he's nice and dry. But its much better than before. I attribute it partly to the sleep training and partly to the passing of another phase.
As for the pictures in today's post - I got bored and decided to dress him up for photos again. The last pic was taken on Saturday - Marc ate so much his jeans had to be loosed and unzipped. Not even a year old and already with a pot belly and acting like a redneck! Sigh...I wonder what will become of him!
