Monthly Archives: November 2007

Toddler nightmares

A tddler wakes screaming & crying in the middle of the night. I think Toddler Daddy can identify with this topic.

For 3-4 nights since Caitlin’s birthday party, we’ve been woken by her crying in the middle of the night. She’s not fully awake, she doesn’t suddenly scream prompting Daddee to reach for his baseball bat / hand-me-down golf club / nail clippers, she just starts by sobbing, & then cries. But her cries are comprehendable: Exclamations of not wanting for something required of her. Eg go shower, putting her toys away, etc.

While growing up myself I have heard of this old wives tale: That toddlers playing too much in the hours leading to bedtime will later have bad dreams & nightmares. I am never one to listen to these tales, & frankly cannot remember if that theory ever held true in my own childhood.

However, desperate for sleep, I carefully broached Caitlin the topic of her bad dreams. I shared the tale of what “the aunties” said, & suggested that we gave it a go- not to play too much after dinner, not too much running around ha-ha playing, resorting to just reading or playing with her birthday present puzzles. She was game for it, so to speak. Perhaps she too needed the sleep… No, she still naps in the afternoons. Maybe she pities Daddee’s panda eyes & thought he deserved a break.

I broached this carefully because she has sometimes surprised me by how easily freaked she is by simple concepts. For eg, she seems to be scarred by this one scene of one of Thomas’ friends (the tank engine) derailing from speeding. That show is now banned in this household.

I don’t think she is generally chicken, but I guess everyone has their kryptonite.

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And so Tuesday evening I didn’t play with her vigorously. She was very keen to unwrap her new Pooh Bear puzzle, even though she is guilty of losing some pieces of another simpler puzzle; it was a freebie actually from a purchase but you know… After setting some ground rules that she is only allowed to play with Daddee, we unwrapped it.

That night & the following night we only played with the puzzle or flipped through / read some of her new birthday present books.

Other than the routine “I wanna go pee” anywhere between 2-4am, we’ve all slept very well….

Which of your old wives tales tactics have actually worked?

Caitlin’s third birthday party!

Despite not having enough kids to invite & Daddee’s fumbling in organising it, Caitlin’s birthday party didn’t turn out too bad after all…

Admittedly Mummee, Daddee & Caitlin were out during the most of the day, only coming back to start the preparations a tad too late!

We were going to host the party at the common hall / “clubhouse” at our condo on Saturday. About a week prior, I had purchased some party balloons, a pump, enough simple party packs of annoying horns, masks, hats, & 2 simple Pooh Bear & Disney birthday garlands. But only on Friday did I start to wonder (or mildly panic) that the venue may be looking a bit too bare…..

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Although not as creative nor crafty as Forty-Two Roads’ handy crafts, I did try to spruce up the event somewhat!

I had known for a while that Pocoyo’s site has some templates for printing for crayon-colouring, DIY pop-out cards, & coloured graphics for placemats & garlands. So, on Friday afternoon, the eve of the party, I decided to print some out, thinking perhaps spending Friday night after everyone has gone to sleep that I would put these together.

And wouldn’t you know it, the office colour printer decided not to work.

Maybe someone’s programmed into the printer not to print bright colourful graphics of cartoon characters. Maybe someone knew I was planning a party & that I may up to no good with office equipment. Maybe someone’s just simply out to get me. If you know your printers, photos & graphics are a combination of CMYK- cyan, magenta, yellow, black. It is the combination of these that make up a colour printout, photo or graphic. My printouts were all too red- like there was double the red being printed, even on where it was supposed to be white. I kept trying the settings, printing out (effectively wasting the toner) more of the annoyingly same output. And I was fast running out of time.

On the way to pick up Caitlin, I called Mummee (who usually works late) if she has a colour printer in her office, & whether I could print them there. Yes & yes.

So after a quick call to mother in law to say I will be late for Caitlin, I headed over to Mummee’s office. Loaded the pdf files on her machine & alas, they printed out perfect. Looking at the product, Mummee says “Hey these Thank-you cards do look nice; why don’t we paste them onto proper cardboard to make it hardier?”

Not one to have done craft-stuff since primary school, I agreed & proceeded to paste them to sandwich a cardboard. In short, I ruined 4. Either the front & inside pages didn’t align, or that I forgot that once the card folded that the inner pages would crease at the fold.

Again, time was running out.

I won’t bore you with the other mini-disasters of essentially poor estimations of effort & time required to put these things together, suffice to say that we saw Saturday’s sunrise while STILL working on these things. Credit to Mummee who is heavily pregnant to still entertain this Daddee’s late decision on party deco.

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In the end we did get the following done:

  • Thank you cards, enough for the kids present
  • Flip out cheap-animation, enough for the kids present
  • Placemats of the characters, laminated and all
  • “Happy birthday” garland (pictured)

After only about 3 hours sleep & being out almost the whole of Saturday due to commitments & appointments, we rushed home only around 5pm when the party was supposed to start at 7pm!

This was the first time I used the balloon pump thing. I gotta say it’s a pretty interesting contraption that my older brother & I were wondering during the party how it works- in both direction of the pumping-action there was still air being blown out…

Anyway. My school friend & his family were the first to arrive. Embarrassingly I had to ask him to help continue with the balloons while I went to get the furniture arranged, & putting up the garlands & get the home-made crafts.

Mother in law was the only one who knows how nuts we were staying up so late! But then again she home-cooked a total of seven dishes in all, when we had only asked her to cook three! My own mum brought over some food too, & Sam & Mircle provided a very pretty birthday cake.

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I am going to break my own privacy principle just this one time & share a photo of my lovely Caitlin for you guys to see how happy she is!

That’s heavily-pregnant Mummee in the background, cheering at the unveiling of the birthday cake (from its upturned transport box)

The cake is made of jelly. I gotta find out the shop from which Sam got it. We had asked her to get this one because for her own hubby’s birthday she got a similar one (adult version of course) full of fresh-ish fruits inside. We thought it’d be easier to take this given it was a warm few weeks.

Throughout the night, the kids, including Caitlin’s older cousins, were generally having fun. Among Caitlin’s presents was a new bicycle, so she was quite happily trying her luck cycling around the mingling adults not bumping into people. From the start, I am sure our 2 blocks of resident-neighbours were already suffering from the party-pack-horns that Caitlin & her similar-human-sized friends blaring away.

But overall, I think everyone had fun.

Now Daddee is still lacking sleep!

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Happy Birthday my sweet Caitlin!

That’s more than 3 quarter-pounders!

At the current rate, given all constants remain, err, constant, the Dr said the baby is likely to be around or just over 8 pounds!

That’s what our obst Dr said last night in our followup visit. He was responding to us sharing that our friends & family have been commenting that Mummee’s stomach looks like it’s ready to pop, that it is looking quite big & “low” now.

Mummee is due in mid-Jan. So there is still some ways to go. I am getting a little concerned now as she has been waddling for a few weeks now due to the size.

By the way, Caitlin was 3.38kg’s, that’s 7.5 pounds.

In other news:

  • Mummee has gained 4 kilos in the last 4 weeks!
  • We still haven’t thought of a name for him yet (yes, him!)

So, Mummee’s a little freaked out at the moment!

The Pacifier

The pacifier. Merriam Webster says it’s “a usually nipple-shaped device for babies to suck or bite on”.

The Pacifier. A human invention that mimicks the nipple. It’s a strange contraption, really, if you think about it. Here’s a rubber / silicon / man-made material of 3 or so centimetres of protrusion shaped like a woman’s nipple; presumably that of the child’s mother’s, manufactured en masse in exactly the same shape & dexterity of the child’s- no, every child’s mother; assuming that every child would prefer one of that shape & size, or on the flipside, based on a major assumption that that shape & size would be representing every woman’s I mean every mothers’ nipple, acceptable to every child that has one stuffed into his/her mouth.

But I digressed even before I started..

Like a moth to the flame; ok let’s not be metaphorical. Like Daddee to chocolates / cheesecakes / pasta / medium-done steaks / PS2, Caitlin, presumably like all toddlers, has been needing the pacifier to pacify her during dire situations that need pacifying- usually around sleep time, which includes both daytime naps & night time sleeping. In the world of a toddler, regardless of how tired the child is, apparently the act of falling asleep is actually a dire situation.

Don’t get me wrong, I am all for pacifying a human when the need arises; baby or otherwise. I can even remember when Caitlin was born that I was keen to get her some offbeat pacifiers since seeing them on the market. But it was something threatening that Mummee said to me which I can’t remember, that also made me forget the whole idea.

Anyway, I did recall reading that the pacifier actually does reduce a child’s blood pressure thereby soothing him/her fairly close to instantaneously. It did do the trick of putting baby to sleep quicksmart. I can see why it can be addictive; after all, isnt’ relaxation one of the reasons people get hooked on certain substances?

Anyway, back to the point…

It’s been just under a week now that Caitlin has managed to sleep without her pacifier.

Mummee and Daddee’s style has been that we’d let Caitlin know our intentions of anything upfront. If we were going out with her, we’d ask her to prepare for getting ready after her lunch, etc, & when the time comes she’d oblige willingly. If we had plans to go out without her, we’d tell her first & manage her protests. Most times after some verbal pacifying she’d accept it, find some distractions (Lego, Bear in the Big Blue House, etc) & wait patiently for us. For me, there is nothing worse than losing her trust by dissappearing on her.

So it was with the plan on weaning her off the pacifier. Upfront we told her that we’d like her to stop her addiction, kick the habit. The first few times she protested as expected. I can’t recall the specifics of how I managed, but one of the “ways” was that she was so dead tired that she just dozed off in the middle of her protesting!

That only added to my arsenal of persuasion. As I have mentioned before about the benefits of positive reinforcements, I had used this experience to remind / highlight back to her that she didn’t need the pacifier the last (few) times she slept. I would harp on this “success” & achievement with praises.

But for Caitlin & this Daddee, what really reinforced it was highlighting the other achievements. I would remind her that she’s already achieved so many things so far. I would run through a list of these with her, and then stress that this kicking of pacifier habit would be yet another achievement to the list..

“Caitlin can already count from 1 – 10…”
“Yah!”
“And Caitlin can cont 1-10 in English, Malay, & Mandarin!”
“Yah!”
“And, Caitlin can already kick & swim in the pool; swim from one ladder to the other ladder on the other side, ALL by herself!”
“Yah! Kick kick kick….”
“Yah! And Caitlin can already feed herself with the spoon!”
“Yah!”
“And now, Caitlin can do ONE MORE thing already!” Index finger in the air. “Caitlin don’t need to sleep with the pacifier ANYMORE!
“Yah! Caitlin is SOoo clever now!”
“That’s one more thing that Caitlin can already do on her own”

In the last 2 days, I can’t say I recall her asking for it anymore….

Now I am wondering what I am going to do with all these pretend nipples…

PS: This is not a paid post. I really did Google to find funny pacifiers to get Caitlin!

In-tune(s) with the toddler

Mummee once sang the line, “Raindrops keep falling on my head….” & then forgot the rest of the lines. I laughed, & then thought Oops, I can’t recall them either...

But that was enough for Caitlin. Maybe it was the simple concept of allowing raindrops falling on (one’s) head that captivated her; when we’ve been telling her (mostly indirectly) not to be caught in the rain without an umbrella. Why are Mummee & Daddee singing about something they have adamently prohibited from happening to me?

Whatever it was, it’s now her favourite song; even if it’s only that one line. It’s new, it’s catchy, it’s rebellious I mean, like it’s getting caught in the rain it’s something Daddee says not to do it’s going out with no umbrella!

Initially I wasn’t sure if she’s inherited the tone deaf gene, but glad to say that she’s improved a lot- I can tell which tune she is humming or adlib-ing to with her own words or substitutes. Ee-ya ee-ya oh, and a Daddee here and a Daddee there, Daddee here Daddee there…

So she now knows a few tunes; her ABC’s, a jingle from her playbook, Hey Jo Jo whaddya say, we all wanna know what you learned today…and that “Doe A Dear” one too…

I gotta go Google the complete Raindrops lyrics now, so that this Daddee can stay hip & sing along to the “latest” songs she knows…

laterz..

Is the parenting blogosphere too public for our kids?

Over at navel gazing at its finest, Sue related how the whole blogging about parenting & their kids could be becoming too public, that most blogs have resorted to giving their subjects (ie, the kids) nicknames to “protect the innocent”; & how she herself is thinking about the same as well for her own subjects.

In this post she’s also linked to a blog post that shared the more serious repercussions of being too public, & also that the subjects may already be old enough to object to being blogged about.

The whole discussion revolved around privacy. How much should we share about our kids? What kinds of kids photos should we publish for the world to see & even rip-off for their own use?

I was late in the blogging scene for a reason. I didn’t think I had anything to say to the world (I should say I didn’t have a reason!) But I did fool around with the free Flickr. However, soon after signing up & posting a few photos, I was quickly aware that these photos were too easily shared.

Becoming a father was / is a big plus in my life. Honestly. I actually feel more passionate about this than my own career. I wanted to take this passion forward to see where I can go with it. A few cluey friends have jested that I should look at parent-related content development (Hey, I am after all in IT!).

I subscribe to a few father-related blogs- to catch up on the goss, to “benchmark” how I am doing as a father, to perhaps share some problems to solicit various options / answers on how different guys would tackle them. It’s just struck me that Dad Balance is one of the latter of the abovementioned blogs. As a blog, the theme of Dad Balance is one that advocates striking a balance between fatherhood & career / work. The author, Derek, talks little about his (presumably already in their) teens. All I know is that Derek has two boys. (I guess it’s obvious why I read this blog- it is both on parenting and career).

I didn’t have a strategy when I started this blog. But I did know that I cannot share information that are too intimate; for security’s sake, for privacy’s sake. You will also notice that the photos I use are all mine (at least for the moment!) & that they were carefully chosen not to be too easily identifiable, or that they are simply too dated (she grows so fast!)

So where am I going with my own blog? As with the second-mentioned blogsite, there may come a time when Caitlin will understand what I am doing & object to it too.

I am hoping by then that I, as a blogger, would also have matured & that my topic / theme has evolved too. Perhaps by then I will be talking from a parenting angle rather than specifically about Caitlin, that my writing style is more grownup like the way big people talk & the way (gasps for air) the clever people who write the colourful books & biiiig books & why (gasps for air) the bananas always knocking into each other saying “Are you (gasps for air) thinking what I am thinking, B2?” (on taking this blog forward!)

Half full or half empty?

Grannee is feeding: Why do you eat so slowly?
Caitlin: Why do you eat so fast?
Grannee: …..

Mummee is driving Mummee’s car: ..I have to think about getting new tyres soon…
Caitlin: What are… what?
Daddee: Tyres?
Caitlin: Yah.. tyres
Daddee, leaning Caitlin closer to the window: See those black round things on the car next to us, touching the road? Those are tyres.
Caitlin: Why Mummee need new tyres?
Daddee: Because they are getting old…

I have found she understands that “old” means having been around a while, that the object is starting to be defective.

Daddee’s joint cracked.
“What’s that?”
“Daddee’s knee cracked..”
“‘Cos Daddee is getting old already…” Grins at Daddee..

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“Why are the boy & girl standing on the table?”

I didn’t even see it that way myself… I wonder what would happen if I drew lines / framed the three pictures..

“Why are there monkey bars in the bus?”

Heh heh!

What classic one-liners has your toddler said?