Life with two

Dot writes: at this stage in Hugh’s life I was posting almost daily with starry-eyed musings on his pooing habits and whatnot. Frank, poor thing, is not getting quite the same treatment, partly because he is keeping me in a state of sleep-deprivation approaching psychosis, and partly because the computer screen is required for drugging Hugh with moronic DVDs. (Actually, in addition to the inevitable Bob, he has acquired a taste for The Three Musketeers, which we rather like.) It is all very hard on Hugh: less attention and lots of ‘no’ and ‘don’t’ (as in ‘don’t poke the baby in the eye!’). He is affectionate but clumsy and has to be fended off when I am breastfeeding, making him feel even more rejected. So life chez Ken and Dot is rather chaotic and glum at present. We remind ourselves that this too shall pass.

We did manage a very pleasant trip to Killiney Hill Park yesterday with our friend Chris and his daughters. The three mobile children played in the new playground, which is officially only suitable for the eldest of them, and then launched themselves straight up the hill by an obscure path through the trees. The non-mobile child had a number of snacks. The adults whinged at each other about life and stopped for coffee and hot chocolate in the little cafe. So a good time was had by all.

At the playground
At the playground

Dot and little piggle. Before Dot's breakfast but after four or five of piggle's.
Dot and little piggle. Before Dot's breakfast but after four or five of piggle's.

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4 thoughts on “Life with two

  1. Belle Inconnue

    You don’t look chronically sleep-deprived, you look very well, if that’s a consolation.

    A friend of my sister, who has 3 children, said that when you have one child you have a fantasy that you can keep your child completly happy, all the time. If you put enough effort in, you more or less can. With two, you must accept that both of them will inevitably be a bit miserable somtimes. With three, she said you had to accept that at any given moment at least one of them would be screaming their head off. I don’t know if that’s consoling or not!

  2. I agree with Belle Inconnue – you’re looking lovely – beautiful photo.

    What can I say….what words of wisdom can I pass on. Have to say, I can’t think of any other than…it gets better in 20 years when they both finally leave home! I had that wonderful experience 2 months ago but sadly, have just been told by 19yr old that he’s probably going to move back in soon cos he can’t afford to flat & run his car….and car takes preference…so we go back to suffering again 😦

  3. Dot

    Hugh did a fair amount of whinging even when he was an only child…

    Thanks for those kind words of consolation, Belle Inconnue, and thanks to both of you for the compliment. I’m glad to know I look OK unbrushed, unwashed and wearing a dressing gown after at most five hours of constantly interrupted sleep!

    Last night was a lot better and we are considerably more cheerful today.

    Sarah, it’s an interesting insight into NZ life that the car takes priority. I would definitely have chosen the flat, but ever since leaving home I’ve had access to reasonably good public transport and when I was a student very few of my friends had cars, so it was no barrier to socializing not to have one either.

  4. katimum

    I have been admiring my smaller (?) grandson’s double chins. I am sure he is bigger and plumper already than Hugh was at 3 weeks, when we first met him! As long as you do not disappear entirely, like the poor people in the Dr Who episode about the Adiposes……

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