I have always been a bookworm and was reading ALL. THE. TIME. When I was young at some point it was hard to still find books in my age category in the library that I hadn´t read yet and when we went on holidays I would take 10kilos of books. Since I became a mom, my reading rhythm has definitely stagnated, but we try to read a lot to the little guy. Especially in the evening after his bath and dinner, reading a book ( or two, or three) is a fixed part of our bedtime ritual. We´re reading mainly English and Dutch books, but a lof of my all-time Dutch favorites are also available in English. Some of the books we read now used to be mine when I was young so they don´t look too awesome anymore but it´s really nice to re-use my childhood favs!
I know that after turning 1 your baby technically is a toddler, but seriously, I didn´t know that my baby (or should I say toddler now?) also knew that cross-over date. From the moment he turned 1, it is as if he has been literally reprogrammed and got his wires reset to “toddler stage”. So no easing in for this mama, one day I had a cute, little baby to snuggle with, the next morning I wake up and I have a ranting toddler (and don´t be mistaken by the looks, he might still look as cute as always but inside turns out there´s a little manipulator as well).
Women come from Venus and men from Mars, right? Well, moms and dads definitely also seem to come from different planets and have completely different ways of thinking. This already starts during pregnancy where mom-to-be starts reading everything there is to read about pregnancy, what to eat, symptoms, babies, raising kids etc. etc., whereas dads usually just carry on with their normal life the day the baby actually arrives.
For some laughs before the weekend starts, see how mom thinks versus how dads think.
Now that we have moved into our new place (and it´s awesome, yay!!), it´s also time to childproof our house a bit. In the old place we hadn´t done much childproofing yet, but since the bichin is getting more mobile and a lot more inventive and curious each day, basically nothing is safe anymore. So, in order to avoid him drinking the laundry detergent or chopping off his fingers between the doors or the drawers, we´re doing some quick and easy fixes to make it a little bit safer. (Although, with a toddler probably no place can ever be called “safe”)
I remember that at one point when I was young, I think I was 7 or 8, my parents told me I had to come to a funeral with them of some great auntie I didn´t know. The idea was that I could experience what a funeral was so that if someone close would pass away I would know what it would be like.