Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The daycare

Well I just have to write a post about Benjamin's daycare. They make me laugh....often. It's an in-home daycare called Jemma's and it's been a real blessing to us. The care-givers are a pair of Indian twin sisters who think the sun shines out of Benjamin's bottom! (I tend to agree of course).


From day one, they fell in love with Benji as they call him. Say 'Benji' with an Indian accent and it will give you a chuckle. Go on, do it! Although they have no children of their own, their love and devotion to Benjamin has been a real blessing. They (G & P) have invested time and money that goes beyond the care he would have got at another day care. G & P write weekly, detailed updates, with photos and cute moments and insights. They have given me many DVDs of videoa they've taken and invest their own money in buying him toys they think he'll like. He's only there two days a week, yet they give their all to him in the time he's there.


G & P's house is literally a 2 minute drive from our house which couldn't be easier for us. And cherry on top, G & P are Christians, who love God and regularly pray for Benji, my husband and I, and the baby to come. Wow! Each time I pick Benjamin up they both stand in front of me, talking over each other, each trying to tell me how the day was.




When I first met G & P, I was not all that enamoured with them. Having had no children of their own, they were going to have to learn as they went. Not that appealing. And being new recruits, to the day care, Benji was their first child. I thought about it long and hard and the next week, took my hubby along to check it (them!) out. He announced as we were sitting there that Benjamin would be starting with them next week. The look of shock on my face was unconcealable and G & P gracefully interceded. But that was that. Benjamin, that is Benji, had a new day care.


G & P's lack of experience has been frustrating at times, like when they couldn't get him to sleep and kept trying different (confusing!) things on him, or when they wiped his bottom so hard he came home with a raw patch on it that took a week to heal. But despite all that, I know I've done the right thing. I know by the excited look on his face when we pull into the drive. And by the way he sometimes doesn't want to come home. He once even said "ta ta" to me and waved as I tried to walk away and show him I was really leaving without him!


Another thing I was worried about was the lack of other children. That was really important to me. But I shouldn't have worried. A little three year girl is now Benji's best friend. Apparently this little girl was shy and withdrawn but now has come out of her shell and is always excited to see 'darling Benji' as she calls him. And everywhere they go, these outgoing, vibrant Indian sisters make friends. Just last week they told me a mum they had just met at the park asked if she could regularly bring her daughter to the park at the same time! Fridays are Mainly Music days.

God looks after us in ways we sometimes don't recognise at first. It's only as we look back and reflect that we can see His hand so evident in it all.

P.s. Photos of G & P to come. Haven't managed to work out how to get them off their updates but will keep trying

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Where's my happy little boy gone?

My little bright -eyed boy, who I proudly boasted (in the proud mum, good kind of way) had a default setting of happy, has turned into some kind of monster! I think the culprit is....teeth! Although I'm not entirely sure because there are no signs of them.


For the past few days he has been throwing himself on the floor, whining constantly, wanting to be held but then not happy to sit still in my arms, not eating well and doing explosive yellow poos that sometimes venture all the way up his back (sorry if that was too much information for you). It's a really hard to know what exactly is wrong. Half of me really wants to run back to the doctor. The other half is convinced it's teething and that he'll be ok.


This morning I was unable to leave him in church creche. I missed the whole service! And not only did I have to sit in the room with him, he was constantly whining and climbing on me. I had absolutely no idea what to do with him.


The only saving grace in this whole situation is that for some insane reason he's sleeping better. So pain and sickness = better sleep?! Since the first sleep chronicles entry, things actually got worse! Who would have thought they could get worse? I thank God for small mercies like last night's good sleep.


Let's hope the culprits make an appearance soon.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

A little photo gallery

Giving a swan the eye when we went to Western Springs to feed the ducks
Eating the bread that I'm meant to throwing to the ducks

The world from my perspective


Showing off my luscious, bountiful thighs

My Mum take me to Chipmunks, full of slides and pools of balls and tunnels, and I choose this!


Default setting: HAPPY

My little boy has been sick for so long! He had an ear infection in June for which he was put on antibiotics, then this horrible wheezy cough for which he was given an inhaler (!!!), then another ear infection with more antibiotics (which have not yet worked) at the end of July. To date, the ear infection has still not gone! The doctor's visit this morning was the third in less than 3 weeks.

Yet despite all of this, he is a happy, energetic and fun-loving little boy. His predisposition is a smile. So lovely! I know his ears are bothering him when he scratches them and whines but at the prospect of a game of jumping off the wall outside (his new favourite. And yes we do catch him when he jumps!) he'll easily forget his pain and swap it for a laugh with Mom or Dad. What a wonderful little boy I have!


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