The Mummy Diaries: Two babies – Week 40

The Mummy Diaries: Two babies – Week 40

by Emma Hargan
article from Tuesday 26, March, 2019

ANOTHER NEW WEEK and the kids are growing up so fast, I can see the changes in them every day even though I spend every wakening minute with them. The biggest changes are in Lily at the moment. She’s nine months now and is starting to get her own wee personality. Jamie is also doing his usual of testing the water as well as being his usual cute and loveable self! 

Why is it that whenever I make chicken casserole, Jamie blows raspberries, won’t sit at the table and point blank refuses to eat it? Then when I lift Jamie from creche and they tell me he had a second portion of chicken casserole today I feel totally deflated. Why is it that I look after the kids all day and whenever their Daddy walks through the door, I’m totally ignored? Why is it that the kids behave as good as gold whenever their Granny is looking after them but when they are with me, they are loveable and cuddly one minute but look at them the wrong way and it’s psycho babies? It’s like living with Pitbull Terriers!

I mean, I’m not that bad a cook? I play with Jamie as much as James does? I have had as much patience as their Granny does with them? Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that my two-year-old is starting to give me a complex or anything.

Lily is now past the ‘new baby’ stage of plenty naps, bottles and happy to sit in her bouncer chair. Those days are gone. We are only having one decent nap in the morning and I’m lucky if she has a cat nap again in the afternoon. She is no longer happy in her bouncer at all and wants to play on the rug with Jamie or get in her walker or jumperoo. She is now on three solid meals a day with a couple of snacks in between. She’s down to one bottle before bed but to be honest, she doesn’t even need that, it’s more for comfort than anything else. 

I know we are very lucky, as she sleeps from 8.00pm until 7.00am so I’m not complaining one bit. I’ve yet to find a food she doesn’t like and trust me – she’s tried plenty, even a spot of haggis! Lily is so inquisitive, and loves looking at what Jamie’s doing. She smiles all the time and is usually a very happy baba. 

But – it’s not all Walt Disney. 

Naturally, as Lily is growing, she needs more stimulation and more attention, so I’m now being pulled between the two of them for as much attention as possible. I’m finding myself constantly thinking of new ways to keep the two of them amused that doesn’t involve a screen or food. Inquisitive is the polite way of saying that Lily is the nosiest baby ever. She will practically break her neck to turn around if anyone is talking behind her. She stops eating or drinking if someone starts talking. 

Now, Lily is a lady, and us ladies don’t like to discuss our bathroom habits. But let me tell you, I wished I pooped as much as Lily does, then I would be a size 8 in no time! At the moment I could take out shares in Pampers. Yes, it’s lovely that Jamie is taking more of an interest in Lily and they both at times, are happy to sit and play together. However, Jamie doesn’t quite realise his own strength and tends to rocket Lily in her walker up and down the hall to the point she will need baby Valium. 

But don’t be feeling too sorry for Lily yet. With her growing personality, she has now discovered that all she has to do is squeal or cry and she has my attention. Poor Jamie only has to go near her at times and she will cry out, just to get him into trouble.

Our little prince hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing the last week or so either. Jamie is now testing the water in a different way – control. The only way a two year old can have control of anything is refusal. Refusal to eat. Refusal to dress/undress. Refusal to walk. Refusal to sleep. It’s not that Jamie doesn’t want to do any of these things, he’s just testing the boundaries in new ways. 

So, what do I do?

First things first, call Granny in. Now Jamie is the golden boy in this house, and in his Granny’s eyes – can do no wrong. So I wanted Mum to see, first hand, what I was up against. It didn’t take long for Jamie to play ball. 

That afternoon we decided to head out for a bit of shopping. As a treat, Mum said she wanted to take the kids into the Disney store and get them to choose a toy. Jamie and Lily were loving it. That was until we left the shop and Jamie decided he wanted carried. I told him no and he just fell on the floor in defiance. Great!

Gramps made us all homemade spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. A firm Jamie favourite, or so they thought. Plates out, cutlery laid, drinks poured and we all sat up at the table. Jamie took one look at the dinner and decided he was having none of it. 

“He’s not even tried it!” Mum says. 

“Yip.” I replied, knowing Jamie’s halo was starting to slip slightly!

Bath time. The usual fun and games and then the delightful meltdown at the end when I explain on a daily basis the need to wear clothes. Mum was my witness and Jamie’s halo slipping further.

Bedtime. Slippers on, kiss for Daddy, juice cup filled and dummy in the mouth, then upstairs to bed. Jamie jumps into bed and lets his Granny tuck him in before starting to mess about with the duvet covers. Mum calmly says, “No Jamie, night night.” And then walks out of the room. Half an hour later and Mum’s calmness has left the building and she is roaring at Jamie to get back into his bed as Granny isn’t messing now – apparently.

Ping! That’s the sound of Jamie’s halo hitting the floor.

“Right,” Mum says, “This is what to do…”

Dinner time. Mum has made Mac and Cheese, which used to be another favourite of Jamie’s. As usual, we all get sat down at the table and Jamie blows a raspberry and bolts. Mum looks over at me and says, “That’s fine, just ignore him and don’t react. If he doesn’t eat it, then he gets nothing else.” We continued to enjoy the dinner and I could see Jamie was looking over to get some reaction. When he didn’t get it, he climbed back up to the table, took a bite and then left the table again. Gramps then told him to sit up and when he refused, dad kept on lifting him up until Jamie got the picture that if he was to eat, he had to sit at the table and stay there. Job done.

Bath time. Not as much fun and games as usual but Jamie soon got the message that there was no more Mrs Nice Granny! Mum watched the hassle I was having at Jamie’s refusal to get undressed. Mum said, “Just leave to have his meltdown and he will soon realise if he doesn’t get undressed, then he doesn’t get in the bath.” We had the crying, the tantrums and the whole falling on the floor in despair show before Jamie actually admitted defeat and took his clothes off. Took a bit longer than usual but job done.

Bedtime. Perseverance was the key. 20 minutes of Granny taking no nonsense and Jamie finally admitted defeat. Job done.

The walking? Well, this was class. Mum and Dad bought Jamie a buggy board. What an invention and so simple. It’s just a board on wheels that attaches to the back of the buggy so Jamie can stand on it and hold onto the handles of the buggy if he gets tired. Genius!

So, with Granny and Gramps away again and me armed with the up-to-date tips and equipment until the next saga, I decided I would take the kids a walk up the town. Seeing as I had the buggy board, what could go wrong?

Everything was going so well until I got into the shop. Jamie and Lily were as good as gold going around and Jamie was happily standing on the board getting ferried about like a wee Prince. Until we got to the till. I paid for the messages and went to walk out when Jamie realised he wasn’t getting a sweetie like the last time we were in. 

And then it was meltdown time. Sometimes there are things that a Granny, a Gramps and a buggy board just can’t fix. 

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