My fascination with boobs doesn’t stop where most men’s fascination do. As a father, I’ve seen them perform miracles over and over again and there’s no shortage of praise for boobs in this blog, this post is no exception.
This weekend Ean got a stomach bug. From out of nowhere he hurled a projectile of vomit right across the room like something straight out of The Exorcist. We scaled down on the food and what he ate, kept it simple with pasta, rice, potato. Nothing worked, it all came out flying like Steve-O from Jackass riding in a shopping cart in an empty parking lot.…
This thing is genius. For the past week we’ve been practicing swimming, jumping, going under water and so on. Today I introduced a new tool, this ehm… floaty thing. I noticed that when I have floatation devices on Ean, he relaxes too much and is simply suspended in the water, barely doing any work. With this, it’s an extra element of play and it did exactly what I was hoping, it got him kicking.
As soon as I instructed him how to hold it, he grabbed on and held it against his chest and started kicking with his feet. A stroke of luck? Nope, I gave it to another kid, just a bit older than Ean I think and he started kicking exactly the same way.
What was even cooler was that while the other kid was using it, Ean continued kicking on his own, with only the floaty around his torso, and this was just 10 minutes into the exercise!
After just a few minutes I let go and let him maneuver it himself which of course lead to him loosing balance and flipping it and himself under water. Every time he did, he felt it coming of course and by doing that, he was prepared to close his mouth and hold his breath.
Yes, he cried for a few seconds because of course it’s scary, but he got the hang of it really quick and it’s a tool I recommend for anyone teaching their kid to swim and to be more mobile in the water. Try it, you’ll be surprised.
Cooking for a toddler can be challenging. What was absolutely delicious today, might get spit out in disgust tomorrow. One thing both me and Ana have been focusing on is diversity in taste, texture and foods, mainly because we’re both passionate about food and cooking and want to encourage curiosity for the plethora of variety the culinary world has to offer. Ean has always been curious about food and has some weird favorites like pickled ginger but food has always been more about an adventure rather than actual sustenance.
Even the delivery preference changes regularly. Sometimes he loves the pouch (I’m actually reviewing two different pouch-types currently to crown a winner soon), sometimes he prefers being spoon fed. Other days he refuses to be fed and will only allow food delivered by his own hands or cutlery.…
Back when Ana was still pregnant, we were at IKEA one day and I saw a set of sheets for Ean that were absolutely adorable. Ana thought it looked creepy but I insisted we buy it, she gave in to my obsession for aesthetics. Today I thought it was time to change sheets, and I found them at the bottom of the pile and decided it was time to get Ean’s creepy sheets on!
After that and a bit of cleaning we went to the park and then went swimming, as we always do every morning. Ean has never been huge on eating a lot so feeding him has always been a bit of an uphill battle. Today was not one of those days as he body slammed a large portion of porridge with a glass of milk in the morning and a whole pouch of fruit puree after the swim (I prefer to not give food around swimming time because of the rigorous activity and the occasional gagging on saltwater which a few times have emptied the content of his stomach into the bay, not optimal).
On our way home he nibbled on some banana chips and after the shower, as I picked him up to rock him to sleep, as I always do, he refused to lay down in my arms and screamed bloody hell and kept putting his hand on his cheek and pointed to the foot of the bed where the top sheet was, as if to signal sleeping. I sat him up and asked what he wanted, first he repeated the motion with his hand to his cheek and then told me he was hungry! My goodness, he just ate, but he was relentless and it wasn’t the regular occasional “I don’t want to go to sleep so I’ll make up a million reasons for not to”, he wanted food!…
When we were at the doctor the other week, we talked about Ean’s development and the doctor looked skeptical when we said he could count to 10 and actually could identify individual numbers, like showing the number five when being asked.
Since then I’ve been trying hopelessly to get it on video but as soon as I start filming, he starts monkeying around and every attempt at documenting it has failed.
Today he added yet another thing I have to film for longevity, he counts to 10 in both English and Spanish. I introduced Swedish numbers just a few days ago and I’ll admit Ana has been more on top of it when it comes to counting in Spanish so I’m feeling the pressure now .
Jokes aside, it’s fun to see that he’s able to distinguish individual languages and he already says basic things, like when he’s ordering us around he directs it at me in Swedish and then immediately switches to Spanish when addressing his mother. That’s pretty cool!
After just a few days of practicing independent swimming with the sleeves and the floaty around the torso, we took the sleeves off to increase his mobility and get one step closer to real swimming. He obviously got tired a lot faster but he kept himself up on his own and it’s amazing to see after just a few days.
We had a big discussion about what kind of floatations assistance to buy for him but I insisted on this one with support for arms and torso. The one around his torso keeps him floating and the sleeves prevent him from flipping over and keeps his head above water.
Both me and Ana are avid swimmers and grew up in water so we’re both opinionated on the matter. If Ean was older I’d say the support around torso is enough but given his age, it’s important to convey security and safety and once that’s established, you can work more progressively once he’s learns to maneuver in the water and doesn’t feel scared not being held by either one of us, confidence is key in everything!
I play a lot with Ean every day but all play has a purpose and it reflects on his development in strength and coordination. His rate of development is currently closer to that of a 3 year old than a 2 year old and it’s all due to daily activity, challenging and allowing to fall (safely). Whether we’re doing pull-ups in the park or lifting buckets of water and walking back and forth with them, they all play a huge roll in his development and reflect on other aspects like appetite, sleep, coordination, confidence and independence.
Not only does it reduce risk of accidents and injuries but it also brings us closer together as we explore, challenge and learn new things together. I know it’s easy to fall into the pattern of fear and hesitation but I don’t think you’re doing anyone any favors buy simply putting fear, doubt and lack of experience in a child’s mind and heart. So go, let them fall (safely!), let them learn, encourage them, guide them to greatness and always be there to kiss the booboo
Ean was only 7 weeks old when I first took him into the sea. When he was older we took him to baby swim but it wasn’t a very good class, very repetitive and I was concerned with the amount of black mold around the pool and general poor hygiene of the facilities at Cavalieri Art Hotel. Back then he was too young to even walk but he was paddling away in and under the water like a boss.
After we stopped going, the confidence dissipated and almost a year past. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to retrain him and bringing back his sense of security in the water. All though it’s a completely different ball game in the sea with currents, waves and the vastness of it, we’re making progress.
Today he finally let go and just like when he first started walking, he went from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye. We swam about 15-20 meters out to the ropes that separates the swimming area from the boats. He hung onto my back on the way out and we chilled out there for a bit. Then, to my surprise, he swam on his own (With the floatation device on of course) all the way back to shore! I was so focused on him that I was shocked when my feet suddenly hit the bottom.
I was so excited, I ran up the stroller to get my phone and asked a gentleman to film this momentous day. I wish I could have gotten the long swim on video but hey, better than nothing!
Just to recap, Ean has always been all about mom, all day every day. I got my first hug or noticeable show of affection from Ean when he turned 1 year, from then it gradually grew into a stronger bond and now he’s 2 years old. Okay, we’re all caught up? Let’s go.
Lately, as we’re interacting in more intricate and intelligent ways during play at home, the park, in the sea or just hanging out, I’ve noticed his desire to have me around and a part of whatever he’s doing. If I’m in the next room, he comes to take my hand and brings me into his playworld to show me whatever it is he’s doing. If I’m being passive in the park he literally climbs on top of me to get me away from whatever I’m doing so I can chase, climb and play with him.
The other day he was going to the park with Ana and I had a meeting to attend and as we left the house together, for all he knew, we were going to the park together. When we stopped a few blocks down the road to say goodbye, I told him I will see him soon and kissed him goodbye, as I always do and usually he just waves and says bye.
This time though, he burst into tears, screaming for me as I disappeared down the street. I waved to him all the way, for as long as he could see me but I could hear his voice long after I couldn’t see him and I noticed something odd, I was smiling. Weird right?…
It’s time to leave the rock and head towards new adventures! Life is good here, it’s adequate, but neither one of us are the type to settle for anything less than amazing, so off we go to find that next level life. When I decided to move to Malta, and in pretty much every conversation I had since then with a new person in Malta, the question was always “Why Malta?”. The general answer was the sun, sea and the relaxed lifestyle.…
For the past couple of days I’ve been suffering from a throat infection that has left me speechless, literally. It hurts so bad, I can barely eat or drink and I can most definitely not talk. Life doesn’t stop though and I still have to take care of Ean, but how do you communicate with a wild toddler without using words?
Words, it turns out, aren’t nearly all we communicate when we interact. It’s how we say it, with what tone, demeanour, intention and what body language we use. Eye contact and gestures are a big part in the equation of communication and these are the tools I’ve been using for the past 2 days to speak with Ean.…