Pointy end of the stick

Teething is a bitch.

There I said it.

The cold hard truth.

Well in my eyes anyway.

It’s like everything you did to antagonise your own parents as a child comes back to bite you on the bum in one fell swoop.

Okay so maybe I’m dramatising it just a little bit.

But after a rough couple of nights in our house, involving multiple episodes of crying and screaming, my head is still feeling a bit fuzzy.

Why oh why does teething have to cause so much pain?

I know having your gum split open as a tooth pushes through can’t be fun, but really?!

And while I’m asking lots of questions, why does this horrendous pain seem to inflict itself at nighttime?

We can tolerate the whinging during the day, when the birds are singing and the sun is shining.

But once that sun dips below the horizon and the bats come out to play, it’s almost like a switch is flicked and you’re left with a monster where your child should be.

Again yes I’m dramatising just a little bit.

But I have been fortunate so far to have a pretty good sleeper on my hands (yes I hear you cursing me not so lucky parents) but it hasn’t always been a bed of roses!

So when a peaceful night of slumber…well other than my husband snoring…..is interrupted, it makes for a less than fun time in our house.

But I am extremely grateful for Nurofen, teething tablets and bonjella on those truly shocking nights!!

Teething has been a bit of a slow process for us with the same six toothy pegs hanging out on their own until the past week.

Now part of me is hoping we get a bunch all in quick succession to get it over and done with.

I guess things wouldn’t feel so bad if teething didn’t affect everything.

Sleep, eating, nappies and chewing on everything to relieve the pain.

Plus the screaming like a banshee as though someone is trying to crash tackle them against their will.

In the end it’s just another part of the big learning curve we encounter as parents.

If there’s one saving grace at least babies don’t remember the pain or process of it all.

Otherwise they’d be more like us adults curled up in the foetal position and crying like a baby.

Kind of ironic when you think about it really…..

Puzzling habits

We have a head banger on our hands.

And I don’t mean of the musical variety.

Although there are days she likes to bop along to music.

Nope unfortunately this head banging is focussed on the floor, furniture or my collarbone.

And many times takes place soon after the word “no” is aimed in her direction.

Thanks to good old Google (and my mum) my mind is reassured that, of course, this behaviour can be quite normal.

Kids, particularly toddlers, are funny little creatures, using great lengths to vent their frustration or grab attention.

Although I may find myself in many a situation (and there’s been plenty in the past), where I want to bash my head against a wall, it doesn’t materialize into the real thing.

But in true form, it doesn’t stop there.

There’s a myriad of things that kids like to do that often leave us adults scratching our heads.

Along with the head banging, we often watch as our darling daughter throws herself on the ground.

Not in a fire drill drop and roll kind of way, but in a ‘I’m going to carry on because I’m not getting what I want kind of way’.

One minute she’s on her feet, the next on the floor, head down and legs going every which way.

Sometimes I struggle to hold the laughter in and other times I can feel my blood boiling.

And just to keep things more interesting or entertaining, if that’s a way of perceiving it, our darling daughter also likes to stick a finger up her nose.

She’s not “picking” her nose but rather discovering she can indeed put her finger in there.

And sigh or face palm.

I guess it certainly makes her human.

Don’t even get me started on the other parts of her body she has discovered, especially at nappy changing time (I’m sure you get the picture).

And while as adults we may find these actions odd, weird, strange and so on, it’s all part of growing up and self discovery.

Or testing, pushing and frustrating the hell out of your parents probably sounds better!

And I keep hearing “this is only the beginning…….”

Tis the season

Today was a day of achievement, we finished the Christmas shopping!!

And with just over a week to go until Christmas Day, I’m thanking my lucky stars.

It may be one day a year, but it’s a day that sends us all into a frenzied buying panic in the weeks leading up to December 25.

And if I’ve just reminded you that you’re fast running out of shopping days, I’m going to also say the shops are only going to get busier….good luck with that!

I’ve always loved the excitement of Christmas and this year feels that little bit more exciting with a cheeky one-year-old in tow.

Not that she has any idea what’s going on.

She keeps pointing at the Christmas tree, which for the first two weeks she was pulling decorations off and throwing like tennis balls.

But now she’s discovered there’s presents under the tree….mummy definitely needs eyes in the back of her head!

In keeping with the Christmas spirit we made the trek to see Santa a couple of weeks ago.

It didn’t go so well!

Last year she was the perfect angel, didn’t bat an eyelid, at all! At just a couple of months old our little darling slept through her first Santa photo.

This year was definitely the exact opposite.

As Santa made his way back to his chair, ringing a bell, Miss Izzie was all smiles and watching intently.

As soon as we got within two feet of the jolly man in the red suit, there were tears.

Santa went in for a high five, there were more tears, the same deal when he offered to hand over the bell.

So in order to get our prized photo, I did the same thing my own beautiful mum did for me with my Santa photos when I was little, I jumped in too and joined our very own little Rudolph.

It seems the apple did not fall far from the tree on this one!

Fingers crossed next year’s photo has a better outcome!

I’m hoping my excitement for the festive season passes on to my gorgeous girl and I look forward to when she wants to look at Christmas light displays with me.

I also can’t wait to unwrap her presents next week…because let’s face it she will only want to rip the paper and play with the boxes!

Reflecting on recent national and international events, this is one of those times of year where family really comes into its own.

Keep the hugs rolling and continue to make happy memories, with a thought for those going through tough times.

Good luck with the last minute present shopping if you’re yet to battle the crowds!

Now I’m just going to check whether the presents need to be re-wrapped…