It really annoys me when people say don’t worry it’s just a phase. Noooo really (please note the sarcasm) because this is not what I need to hear at 5.40 in the morning. Do you really think that I think my son will wake up before 7am for the rest of his life. Well let’s be honest here it’s between 5 and 7am every morning and who knows what time it will ever be and guaranteed if even a drop of wine has passed my lips the night before he will make sure it’s closer to the 5am mark. Just to give me that earlier start to the day with a hangover that shouldn’t even exist but has arrived through lack of sleep. No I’m optimistic I know this ‘phase’ will end. One day when he reaches his teens and wants to loll around in bed all morning. Oh and then wine and I will be best friends again.
Also that phase where he stopped eating dinner. Yes just stopped eating his dinner. Like every night for two months. It could be the same meal as I had made him for lunch or breakfast (and yes I tried his favourite musli for dinner at a desperate attempt) but still no. I even tried blending his chicken and vegetables making a soup and popped it in a cup with a straw. Disguised so he thought it was something more fun. Again it worked for one night before he cottoned on. Everyone’s advice after don’t worry it’s just a phase (don’t you worry I knew he would eat dinner again one day especially when he is old enough to discover the delights of a Friday night Chinese takeaway) was just let him starve he will eat when he’s hungry. Whatttttt are you kidding me why would I want my toddler waking up in the middle of the night with a rumbling tum waking me up for that bowl of musli he turned his nose up at dinner time. Anyway I laugh at this now as I watch him pile sweet corn and peas into his mouth as if he’s in the sweet corn and pea eating world guiness book of records contest of how many pieces of sweet corn and peas can you eat in one minute. Also just to add they are his favourite foods (said with a smirk on my face).
And lastly not to forget my favourite oh it’s just a phase of him not wanting to get into the car seat. Well I know that eventually when he’s sat in his own nice car there won’t be screams and flailing arms and legs followed by the totally rigid body which won’t be eased by any means into that car seat. Oh by the way which is always done in a busy car park normally whilst another mum and baby is waiting for your parent and child spot. Meanwhile that mum has a smug look on her face as her little one is snoozing in the back of the car oblivious to everything.
So yes of course everything is just a phase that’s how our babies and toddlers evolve. It’s just how long are these phases going to last so at least I can plan a night with a glass (ok bottle) of wine, a dinner out with no food flying around the restaurant and a stress free car journey with no smug mums with children who havnt started this phase yet…
So my little toddler came and helped me teach my Yogabellies Mum & Baby class the other day. Being an experienced yogi (practising since he was 6 weeks old) he thought he would come and teach the babies a few moves. He did well and even worked his way in and out of downward facing dog impressing everyone. Well the mums really as the babies were busy rolling around looking cute. And this is when I realised my little one is no longer a baby and is now a full on little boy.
I looked around at the babies laying on the pillows waiting for their little legs and arms to be eased into different yoga poses (preparing them for crawling, standing and walking) and then looked at my little man jumping up and down, running around and flinging himself into his own poses. Not to mention flinging himself on top of the babies, my yoga doll, spare mats in the corner and basically anything he could find to fling himself onto. But what a sense of achievement came over me realising I was responsible for helping advance my little one and help shape him into this little boy, this crazy little boy full of fun and energy.
Now I’m not going to lie it did come to about half way through the class and I was sweating from running around the room trying to rein him back in. But who wants a sensible quiet child with no personality (I say this to try and reason with myself every day). It was the point where we were on the second round of sun salutations (one more to go) and I looked over to the corner of the room as it was suspiciously quiet and he had my aromatherapy diffuser in his hands. You know one of those things full of water and attached to an electric plug. Ok that’s cool just one yoga ninja jump over to grab it out of his little hands and hope the babies cry over his screams of a lost new toy.
So mum & baby yoga is a lovely way to provide gentle exercise and create a beautiful bond and create a happy free spirited little yogi. But I remembered why Flynn and I stopped going to our own mum & baby classes (not until he was an active 10 month old I might add) and practised at home. Saying that from our practise he can now do a mean downward dog, tree pose, standing forward bend and pigeon pose (even if I say so pretty impressive for a 15 month old) so we need to help all the other toddlers out there do this. So mum & toddler yoga classes are on their way to Glasgow Southside just in talks with venues and doing the class plans! Anyone interested in mum & baby and mum & toddler yoga drop me a line!
So something feels weird. I’ve just left the house with a small bag which I’m sure is even smaller than my baby changing bag. I’ve then got in a taxi, read and even replied to some emails. Then checked into a flight with minimal hassle and gone to the bar and had a glass (bottle) of processo. All in peace. I’ve boarded a flight sat down, had a glass of champagne and taken off. I realise what utter peace and serenity I’m in as I browse through the extensive movie list and pick one which I’ve tried to watch twice before and needless to say fallen asleep to both times within the first 10 seconds. Normally a trip away consists of days of endless list making and packing right down to the very last second before I leave the front door. This time I even taught a Yogabellies mum & baby yoga class in the morning giving the mums an extra work out of a round of sun salutations to energise the body on our extra early start. Extra early start to the day as today is the day I’m flying off to Dubai. Alone. Well when I say alone I mean with my husband and friends but I mean alone as in baby free and I’m not sure how I feel about this. I would like to say sad and teary and I miss him so much even on the plane. I wish but no. I noticed as we took off I just sat just reading a magazine. Yes a magazine! I hear all mums cry “what’s that??” Unless it’s mothers weekly we’ve all lost touch with reality, and when I say reality I mean what the celebs are up to these days. But I’ve had a weird feeling since I’ve left the house, a feeling that I’m missing something. You know that horrible feeling that you’ve left something important behind but you really don’t know what. And now as I take off I realise I’m missing bouncing a little boy up and down, up and down, on my knees whilst making him look out of the window to find something, anything to interest him to keep him occupied through take off. And that’s when it really hit me that this is the first and possibly the first (well I’ll see how this weekend goes) time of many of travelling alone. Again not alone I’m with my husband and friends but anything is alone to me now without my little mini me, full time companion attached to my hip, waist, neck or any where he can grab ahold of as he just loves a little cuddle… Uh oh ok I’m starting to miss him now.. So what to do but snuggle down watch a movie and enjoy some wine as how often do I get to do that these days. And then as the films coming to an end I just realise that I’ve been watching the hunger games mocking bird part 2 and I haven’t even seen part one yet…