British post natal mothers are rushing to the nearest park to exercise with their babies and prams (strollers for the American readers). This has observers baffled and curious. They even have a website with all the exercises and programmes for you to try out.
Maybe our favourite singer was only demonstrating powerpramming while bobbling her baby.
I was very much entertained by the recent blog post by a fellow Ranter. Well, I managed to do the same - but twice in one day!
We were getting ready to go out of town for the weekend, so I thought I would plan ahead and get a full tank of gas after picking up my son from daycare. Trying to be a Supermom and entertain him while I was filling up the car, I left the music on, leaving keys in the ignition. As I was swiping the credit card I thought better of leaving the keys in the car as I am always paranoid about someone jumping in and driving off with the kid in the car. But it was too late! For some reason my car decided to flip out an lock up! No cell phone, no AAA card, just a credit card and head full of panic!
There was I, feeling like a superdad on my way to pick my son up from daycare. I had just put together a stew in 30 min, stuck into the oven, enough time to be cooked for Sebastian’s dinner, and in time for me to get in the car and pick him up from day care. Little I knew about what fate had prepared for me.
It was pouring rain in San Francisco. So, on my way out of the daycare I wrapped Sebastian in my jacket and proceeded to my car. Opened the car and unwrapped him out from my rain jacket and strapped him to the car seat, he was pretty dry, and I was already wet. In the middle of the rain and this maneuver I sort of heard a strange noise that sounded as the locks setting. As I was stepping out of the back seat, I thought that I’d leave my jacket in the back seat, as I’d have to wrap Sebastian again when getting home. I slammed the back seat door and just like that, I had lock myself out of the car, Sebastian inside, cell phone inside, jacket with car keys inside, and 42 degrees under the pouring rain outside.
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For those of you who have kids, you know how much fun, surprising, vulnerable they can be. Some random musings of my 5 year old.
After a long discussion about evolution, which I think she kind of understood.
Her: “What if people hadn’t evolved?”
Me: Hmm … boy this is deep. “Yes, what do you think?”
Her: “Who would watch TV?”
Me: Note to self. Cut down TV.
On space travel.
Her: “How long will it take to go to Mars”.
Me: “Not sure. Maybe two years to get there and back”.
Her: “Two years? How old will I be then?”
Me: “Seven”.
Her (laughing): “Thats funny. I won’t have birthday cakes?”
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This is not quite about the most accepted meaning of the phrase. My son Sebastian has a passion for balls. Since his early months when he was able to recognize some things rather than abstract objects in the space, he developed a passion for balls. Coming from South America, with a Colombian wife, football, and I mean the one where you actually use your feet to hit, go figure, a ROUND ball, is a must. So, football is a must for Sebastian, and now that I think about it probably snowboarding and volleyball are too, but that is a different topic.
As he’s grown older his passion has become stronger, after books and stories, balls are his big thing. He recently discovered a yoga ball we bought during Vanessa’s first pregnancy. For those of you that don’t know, these balls are big, made out of rough thick rubber, and they are pretty heavy in general. I guees there are different sizes, we have a big one, so big and heavy that he can’t really play with it unless you are there to mostly play with it and he is there to watch. What surprises me is his stubbornness to play with this ball in particular. Watching him feel frustrated becase he can’t really play is heartbreaking, but watching him try in many ways to do it is so rewarding that it is all worth it. One thing I can tell about him, he doesn’t seem the type of giving up, which of course it makes me very proud.
While on a hike today, fellow blogger bab told me about the concept of “Indigo Children.” He had either read about it or seen it on TV recently. Maybe the readers who are parents might have heard of this before. I sure hadn’t and needed to find out more.
Wikipedia informs us that the concept of Indigo children was popularized by Lee Carroll and Jan Tober in their book of the same name (published in 1999). The term itself was coined by parapsychologist Nancy Ann Tappe in the 1970s. Indigo is the color of the child’s “aura,” you see. If your child is smart, hyperactive, super-energetic, easily distracted, arrogant, disruptive, then maybe she is not suffering from ADD after all. Choose a dark room and observe the indigo colored aura around her.
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My kid came running to our bed holding his second tooth screaming, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t take my tooth…” You can imagine our predicament as my wife and I gave each other “now-what-do-we-do?” looks.
“The Tooth Fairy doesn’t work on Saturday…” was the first thing we blurted out, bleary eyed after the late night movie. But somehow the answer wasn’t convincing.
It was half way through breakfast that I figured out a great explanation. “She came while you were sleeping in our bed but the tooth was under the pillow in your bed.” Referring to the period he spent in our bed while we were watching TV and with the hope that at least on Sunday night there would be no fuss about sleeping alone.
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