"I'm in love with a girl, nearly twice my age"...

I recently realized, that when Rya turns 3 this December (which is in itself pretty crazy to think about)…she will be twice her sister’s age for the only time during their lives!  As the song title suggests, Chubz obviously loves her big sister and often copies everything she does – as a younger sibling I can say this phase lasts approximately forever.  But for now Rya usually follows Chubz around a lot more and loves to scold her for any reason she can think of.  By this age, Rya had already developed a very strong personality and was a ‘no nonsense’ type of baby.  For the most part, Chubz is a lot more mild mannered and easy going – but she does occasionally demonstrate her temper, when Rya triggers it.  When Rya snatches Chubz’ toys away on an hourly basis, Chubz screams…walks over to the next nearest object – grabs it with a “ha! I wanted this anyway” type of look, throws it down on the floor for attention…and if she’s really mad, throws herself on her stomach too and stretches up one of her legs while she pretends to cry (which is quite amusing since it looks like a well performed yoga move).  When they’re not busy fighting with each other, here’s what each of them are up to lately:

Rya’s favourite movie this year is ‘The Croods’ – a movie about Cavepeople, from which Rya really relates to the main character, “Ip”.  Ip is a Cave teenager who loves adventure and the outdoors.  In the summer, Rya is usually barefoot in the backyard, climbing on something or other – and the bottoms of her feet look just as dirty as Ip’s do.  Rya has watched the movie so many times that she often pretends she’s a little Cave Woman who hears noises and shouts “quick – hide cave” as she scurries into a closet or dark corner.  Rya has been using complete sentences really well, especially since starting ‘school’ in August and some of her famous recent lines and stories have included:

-“Have you wait, okay mama?” – delaying anything I try to ask her to do like brush her teeth

-“No, I sleepy, wake up my brother” – in the morning when she’d rather sleep in than get ready.  And yes…for some reason she recently started insisting that Kassiah is her ‘brother’!

-Rya apparently has vivid bad dreams and her reports of them in the morning have included a repetitive dream about a boy taking her shirt away, and pushing her out of a tree!  Or the latest nightmare – she awoke shrieking and I later learned she was certain there were ladybugs in her bed, since I had threatened that bugs might come if she brought a granola bar there. 

-Other bedtime quotes have included: “I not kicking you mama, I just lub you” – while digging her feet into my back at bedtime; “I AM TALKING SOFTLY” when I ask her to whisper so her sister doesn’t wake up; and my favourite “no mama, I not sleepy, I just tired”

-Okay, I lied, my real favourite quote happened recently when we were watching a cute documentary called ‘Babies’ and she saw a naked baby boy.              

            “Mommy, he have a thingy…like a dicky”;

            “Yes honey, it’s not a dicky, it’s a penis” (while in my head “seriously, Ivan? Could you not     

            call it something appropriate when she questions yours?”)

            “No mama, it’s a dicky!  I don’t have a dicky”. 

            “Okay, whatever it’s a dicky…nope only boys have dickies, you have a vagina”

            “No!  I only have a peanut!”

As per usual, Chubz’ update will be more concise since she doesn’t seem to do or say too much just yet.  

-Her newest skill is that she has become the mystery bathtub pooper.  It used to be an occasional funny occurrence, but now she does it so often that we all shout ‘Chubz – no! – including Rya who is usually scrambling out from next to her, trying to escape the floater.   

-As many of you who have carried Chubz will know, she can be quite a squirmy wormy…especially when she’s sleepy.  Ivan calls it her forbidden dance – where she sticks her bum in and out while snuggling into your shoulder before she passes out.  

-She may have learned from me to let out a dramatic grunt when she lifts heavy things – but for her this means anything, whether it’s a ball or a piece of paper.  

-And finally, although she doesn’t say too much, her cutest word is ‘this’ – which she says with the cutest little voice and corresponding body language when she points to and begs for my boob.  Yes – she is still breastfeeding against my will at this point, which I promise to blog about soon too. 

Dr. Bumblebee

As some of you may already know, I’ve spent several years trying to find a good family doctor.  I realize that there is a shortage of family doctors in many areas, and that I should probably feel lucky to even have a selection to choose from.  But I think it’s very important to have someone you can trust and feel comfortable with, since most of us will probably need to talk with about some pretty serious physical and mental health issues, at some point. 

Since our move to Calgary, I have probably had about 5 ‘meet and greet’ appointments, which I usually left feeling disappointed and underwhelmed.  I honestly don’t think my standards are too high – the qualities I look for are: good with kids; basic social skills - like eye contact and a smile now and then; a good understanding of post partum; and sensitivity to mental health issues.  Needless to say, most of the doctors I met were lacking in one if not all of these categories.  I had actually given up my search and decided that my ideal doctor didn’t exist, until he literally walked into our lives…

Ivan and I had taken Rya for a walk-in appointment and in came a doctor with the biggest smile I’d ever seen.  He greeted us  both and then sat down in front of Rya and spent a few minutes admiring her pink boots and asking if they had a pair in his size.  Before placing a hand on her, he made sure to make friends first – getting down to her level to catch her eyes, and showing her his stethoscope and light.  Then he joked that he had lost his bumblebee and asked permission to look in her ears and throat for it.  Rya even thinks his name is Dr. Bumblebee, which I suppose is fair since his real name – Dr. Mkhabela – is a bit harder for her to pronounce : ) Dr. Bumblebee won Rya over that very first day and won Ivan over just as fast with his ‘Eddie Murphy laugh’ as Ivan describes it.

To be honest, I had thought Dr. Mkhabela was too good to be true, so I went back on my own to put him to the test.  I’ve been on anti-depressants/anti-anxiety medication since my post-partum issues with Mariah, and have been continuously trying to decide whether I should try and wean myself off.  When I brought the concern to Dr. Mkhabela – he was as sensitive and non-judgmental as I could have hoped.  He did not make a decision for me, but engaged me in a discussion about the pro’s and con’s of stopping medication.  Together we decided to hold off until next summer since winter months can be especially tough on a person’s mood.  It was a decision I was comfortable with, after a conversation where I really felt heard and supported. 

Each time we go back, Dr. Mkhabela seems to have this same genuine passion for his work and kindness in his approach.  He is so natural in his skill, yet also seems consistently aware of his words to try and maintain his own personal high standard of care.  In conversations, I’ve noticed him independently correcting himself from saying ‘should’ to presenting options to his patient.  And when he booked an appointment with me to review a ‘plan of action’ for my health concerns (which no other doctor had done), I happened to see him look at his list of questions – silently gazing over the ‘overweight’ section – and I’m pretty sure I heard his wife in his head saying “If you know what’s good for you, you will not ask this new mom about her weight!”, as he discretely skipped over the section. 

I can’t begin to explain how happy Ivan and I are to finally have a family doctor who has gone above and beyond our expectations.  Last time I was there, I asked if he was looking for a bumblebee when he checked my ears, and sure enough I got his hearty ‘Eddie Murphy’ laugh : )  Dr. Mkhabela has joked that he should put bumblebee stickers on the ceiling to distract kids when they are lying for an examination.  So I recently went on a search of my own and managed to find some.  At my next visit, I will hand him a copy of this blog as well as some bumblebee stickers!

My Picky Eater

As karma would have it, our daughter is officially a certified picky eater.  Among my many idiotic pre-parenthood statements, I remember Ivan and I proudly announcing that “we would never become short-order cooks, since our kids would eat whatever we made for dinner or else”.  In some ways, I still hold on the illusion that when our kids are older we might all eat the same meal…but for now Rya has the luxury of two personal chefs on-call 24-7.  Don’t get me wrong, we’re not the type to chase her around with a spoon or even use airplane noises to encourage bites (probably because she’s such a mature two-year old that she would look at us like we were crazy and then spit the food on the floor).  But we have certainly have to make significant efforts to get her to eat even a small variety of reasonably acceptable foods.  When she was a baby, Rya generally ate most things we fed her, but never really seemed to ‘enjoy’ food the way her sister does (like ‘mmmming’ at the sight or taste of anything and everything!).  Rya’s appetite as a toddler has evolved into a hit or miss interest in a few select items, that she eats some days and has no interest in other days.  On a good day, Rya might eat a oatmeal for breakfast, plain pasta for lunch, pizza for dinner…and maybe some raisins and cheese in between.  Since around the time she turned two, she has refused to eat just about any type of fruit or vegetable.  I honestly wonder sometimes how she doesn’t get scurvy from her lack of vitamins!  She’s always been on the lower end of the growth charts, but she’s also always been a very active energetic little girl, so her little body seems to find a way to stay healthy somehow.  We try not to give her much junkfood, aside from the chips and ice cream bars my dad brings everytime he visits (trust me, if that sounds like over-indulgence, it’s actually a compromise since he once took her to the convenience store with a $50 bill and literally let her choose whatever she wanted…and another time gave her a sip of his coffee and didn’t understand what was wrong with that!). 

I recently went to a Picky Eating course for parents and was very underwhelmed by the lack of practical suggestions.  I had to stop myself from laughing when the instructor suggested that the only reason kids like dessert is because adults make a big deal of it…and that if we were to make a big deal of broccoli, they would love that just as much – seriously?!?  Our only source of hope and inspiration have been other parents of picky eaters who validate that it is not easy to feed certain children, and that they still end up turning out okay (aside from often never growing out of their pickiness!).  The funniest comment I’ve heard was one dad joking that he would be happy if his daughter would just eat a half a sandwich every other day. 

Since I’ve come to the realization that there are no magic answers for picky eaters, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and just work on some small creative ideas that might squeeze a few more nutrients and calories into Rya now and then.  So far my successful attempts have included:

·      Buying a juicer and letting Rya help me put fruit into it and drink what she created

·      Using a breadmaker to sneak flax seeds into Rya’s ‘tea and toast’ (I give her milk with a couple drops of coffeemate creamer to dip her toast in and she feels very grown up!)

·      Baking mini carrot muffins with Rya, in which I hid applesauce, wheat germ, and poppy seeds – which she luckily thinks are sprinkles!

·      Hiding pureed sweet potato in Rya’s pancakes (this one I got from Jessica Seinfeld’s ingenious book ‘Deceptively Delicious’)

Fingers crossed, if Rya even continues to eat 20% of my healthy creations I will try to be happy with those small successes!

Rya's back!

Since I’ve received some concerned responses about how Rya is doing at daycare, I thought I’d share a positive update!

As you know, the first couple of weeks were really tough on her (and me!).  Rya's normally such a happy, energetic little girl, so it was really hard for me to see her being sad at school and worried at home each day about the next.  Rya started to give us signs that she was maybe starting to enjoy small parts of her day (singing circle time songs like B-I-N-G-O loudly each evening), but apparently she was good at hiding her voice since the teachers barely knew she could speak.

But low and behold, at the end of her third week, Rya finally started to come out of her delicate little shell.  She bonded with a very nice teacher at school, named Ms. Agnes, who I think is quite fond of Rya too.  Up until this point, Rya had been holding tightly to Ms. Agnes’ hand each day in the playground when I came to pick her up, but by last week she finally started to show a bit of independence.  Some days I would pull up and see her sitting on a bench next to Ms. Agnes, then walking near Ms. Agnes, and now I am happy to say that I pull up and can’t find Rya since she’s finally busy playing with the other kids.  Ms. Agnes has been meeting me at the fence each day with better and better news about Rya’s adjustment.  At first, Ms. Agnes was happy to report that she discovered Rya is a hard little worker who would take the initiative to help her tuck in chairs, erase the board, or clean up the desks.  The next day, Ms. Agnes told me that Rya no longer followed her around, but that Ms. Agnes had to start following Rya around to keep track of her.  Once Ms. Agnes asked me who 'Yaya' is, since in her country Yaya means big sister and Rya always seems to be talking about her (e.g. drawing pictures and saying 'one daddy, one mommy, one baby, one Yaya').  I had to laugh when I told her that Yaya is herself...Rya just can't pronounce her R's as yet : )  She says Rya is learning the routine very quickly and makes sure she follows it to a T.  Rya has learned that I pick her up around 4:30 each day when the class is outside, so she insists on wearing her jacket regardless of the temperature.  One 28 degree day I purposely sent her without one and she took it upon herself to steal a 4 year-old classmate’s sweater, which she wore loosely and threatened to tantrum if I removed it (so I shamefully whispered to Ms. Agnes that I was afraid to challenge Rya but assured her it would return the next day!).  Rya adores Ms. Agnes so much that she can often be found pretending to be her at home.  Sometimes I catch her singing ‘follow me outside’ and walking backwards gesturing her hands toward her, the way Ms. Agnes probably leads the kids to the playground.  I suppose Rya likes her teacher so much, that she’s forgotten about the age difference since yesterday Ms. Agnes told me that Rya calls all the other teachers Ms. So and so, but thinks she’s on a first name basis with ‘Agnes’!

My little pumpkin still struggles with feeling a bit nervous now and then, but I’ve been working hard to incorporate therapy sessions into our daily drives too and from school : )  I’ve gotten her to practice positive self-talk like “mommy will always come get me” and “it’s okay to cry little bit” out loud, to the point that she now states them to me on her own.  She even started normalizing with others, like asking her teacher daddy ‘you get shy at school too?’ and asking a tiny classmate ‘you miss your mommy?’. 

Rya’s adjustment has fit in very nicely with my return back to work from summer holidays.  I started back on Monday and it was the very first day that she walked into the classroom with a smile on her face, rather than the usual clinging and crying.  We even have a ‘secret code’ at the window where I wave goodbye to her and we share a thumbs up to assure each other that everything’s going to be okay : )

An early start to the school year

This week, ‘Mamadee’ as Rya affectionately calls him, went back to work after his parental leave and summer holidays.  I think it was a lot harder for him than it was for me since he feels more comfortable being at home with the kids than I do, and since he’s got quite a tough job as a kindergarten teacher to go back to.  But he loves his day job too and I think we’re all happy to have some more structure and routine back in our lives.

Since I return to work in a couple of weeks too, the girls have already started daycare –which gives us all some cushion time for the transition.  We found a lovely lady down the street with a dayhome, who happens to be from the same ‘back home’ as our parents.  She’s such a great match for our little Chubz who seems to be adjusting quite well to her new friend.  She has a few other children part-time who seem fond of Kassiah and the other two days a week, Kassiah essentially gets a private nanny…and I’m pretty sure she loves the VIP treatment!  Rya has started at a Montessori style daycare, which has been a bit more of a rocky start, as to be expected since toddlers tend to be pretty ‘neo-phobic’ or scared of new things, as I recently learned.  It’s really hard for Rya to say bye to us in the morning and sometimes she even wells up with tears of relief when we pick her up in the afternoon.  I’m told that during the day she does some ‘work’ on her own – like painting & coloring, but isn’t comfortable enough to talk to or play with other kids as yet.  When I pick her up from the playground in the afternoon, she’s usually walking around with a sad little face on, holding hands with the teacher and then runs to the fence trying to break out in desperation when she sees me.  The daycare provides breakfast, lunch, and snacks…but our stubborn little monkey refuses to eat anything they offer her, so I’ve been sending her homemade lunches that she nibbles on a bit.  One positive is that she naps there independently along with all the other little ones on their mats, which is quite interesting since she claims to be incapable of falling asleep at home without me lying next to her ; )  It’s pretty heartbreaking to hand her off each day, especially since she doesn’t seem to be comfortable enough to let her true self shine at school just yet.  But her teachers assure me that Rya seems to be gradually becoming more engaged each day and I’m sure once she’s settled she’ll start to love it.  Probably the main reason I’m having a hard time with the transition is that I can completely relate to the nervous little daughter I’ve created.  I usually spend the first few weeks, or sometimes months, of a new job with knots in my stomach, staying pretty quiet until I get my bearings.  But after that my personality returns and I’m sure hers will too, especially since she’s got such a strong charismatic one!

And incase you put two and two together wondered what the heck I’m doing at home alone for two weeks without a husband or kids – it’s an interesting combination between a whole lotta nothing, and a whole lotta everything!  I imagined my two weeks off as me lounging on the deck with an iced tea and a nice book…so far that hasn’t quite happened as yet.  I’ve spent most of my first week catching up on some errands and housework, but even those tasks have had a calming feel to them since I can do them at my pace and without having to chase after rugrats in between.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve certainly squeezed in a couple of long naps, and possibly some trash t.v…but my goal is to schedule in some serious self-care next week like maybe a spa day and some kayaking at the lake.