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I’ve wanted to blog about this topic for a while now and just when I got ready to sit down and write the post things changed and I felt that I cannot write about it, because what do I know after all? Well, things have changed again, for the worse, and then I got some awesome messages to confirm what I wanted to write about originally, so maybe, maybe it is the right time and circumstances to write about this.

In January I was at my wits end. The festive season had just ended and G-force was totally out of his routine. It was so hard to try to stick to any kind of routine when one is constantly either busy entertaining or invited to visit someone else. When we have visitors or when we visit other people G-force generally does not want to nap in the afternoon, and try as we might, he will fight and fight until we eventually give up. Often he also does not want to go to sleep when it’s his regular bed time.  Being out of routine also resulted in him not sleeping well during the night and many nights he would wake me up 2-4 times, often starting as early as 22h00 or 23h00.

By the middle of January I was completely exhausted and felt like I was going to have a breakdown. Well one night when he was once again struggling to sleep and it was 21h30 or so already I just started crying and said to the Lord: “Lord, I just cannot do this anymore! I am soooo tired! I need sleep, and I need to sleep right through the night! Lord, I give up. I have tried everything and nothing works! I don’t know what else to do. I just cannot do this anymore; I now give this over to you Lord, because I have no idea what to do…”

Eventually G-force went to sleep and I stumbled to bed and fell asleep immediately. Much to my surprise DH woke me up the next morning at 6h30 to get G-force ready for school. For the first time in what felt like forever I had slept straight from about 22h00 to 6h30. Immediately I thanked and praised the Lord because I knew it was only due to His grace. This was not a once off occurrence either. From that night G-force’s sleeping habits changed from waking many times a night most nights and only occasionally sleeping through the night to sleeping through most of the time and only waking up once and then only occasionally.

That was until the somewhere in the beginning of April. Slowly but surely he would start to wake around 4 or 5 in the morning and then often he would wake up anytime from about midnight to 2 also. Once again the nights where he slept through were few and far in between. I was at a loss. What to do, because last time we really did not do anything! How to fix this problem? I asked the Lord to help again, because let’s face it, it was thanks to His doing that things got better.

There was absolutely no explanation why G-force was waking up in the night again. We thought that he might be cold, because it was getting colder, but warming his room did not help. Eventually a week ago I finally figured it out.

G-force told me that there is something in his mouth that is hurting it. Sometimes when he has something stuck between his teeth he will come to me and ask me to remove it by flossing his teeth. He wanted me to do that again, but he was pointing to the back of his mouth where his one molar is. So I washed my hand and stuck my finger in there to pinpoint where the problem is as I couldn’t see anything and what do you know? I felt a new molar peeking through. Poor little guy, I barely touched it but he howled in pain. So now we know what is the most probable cause for the poor sleeping. But you know what? We’ve been giving him teething meds on and off already since that was one of the suspects already. We then started to give it to him regularly and even adding another kind, and it still did not work. In desperation I bought a Baltic amber teething necklace last week and he’s been wearing it since Thursday. So far no improvement yet…

Last night he woke up at 22h00, 1h30, 4h00 and about 5h30. Lately I’m also having trouble getting back to sleep once G-force wakes me, fortunately this morning it was at 5h30 and not one of the other times in the middle of the night… I cannot explain to anyone how tired I am. I’ve been feeling like a zombie for about a month already. DH tries to help, but G-force wants nothing to do with him in the middle of the night. He only wants me and he wants to nurse. He refuses everything else.

In January already, after the incident I described, the Holy Spirit reminded me of the following scriptures:

2 Corinthians 12:7-10 (AMP):
“7 And to keep me from being puffed up and too much elated by the exceeding greatness (pre-eminence) of these revelations, there was given me a thorn (a splinter) in the flesh, a messenger of Satan, to rack and buffet and harass me, to keep me from being excessively exalted. 8 Three times I called upon the Lord and besought [Him] about this and begged that it might depart from me; 9 But He said to me, My grace (My favour and loving-kindness and mercy) is enough for you [sufficient against any danger and enables you to bear the trouble manfully]; for My strength and power are made perfect (fulfilled and completed) and show themselves most effective in [your] weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and infirmities, that the strength and power of Christ (the Messiah) may rest (yes, may pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me! 10 So for the sake of Christ, I am well pleased and take pleasure in infirmities, insults, hardships, persecutions, perplexities and distresses; for when I am weak [in human strength], then am I [truly] strong (able, powerful in divine strength).”

For the first time I really realized what Paul meant when he said; “for when I’m weak, then I am strong…” When we are weak and know it and rely on Jesus, not on our own efforts – that is when we are strong, not with our own strength, but the strength that we receive through God’s grace.

I knew all this yet it once again took quite some time to admit that I am weak, and that I need God’s grace to make me strong again…Last week I came to that point again, and I’m still there. Thankfully Abba, Father God is so merciful, and one morning I switched on the TV to watch a program on TBN, and God gave me three awesome programs to watch, the one straight after the other. The first one I watched was Cref.lo Dol.lar, the second one Joy.ce Mey.er and then the best one, Jo.seph Prin.ce.

I specifically want to mention the program of Jo.seph Prin.ce; it’s called: “Great Grace for your greatest weakness – Sermon # 352”. I can highly recommend that every single person reading this gets hold of this sermon and listen to it as many times as possible. He mentions Abraham and Sarah, Manoah and his wife and Zachariah and Elizabeth, and them being barren for so many years, and how in their weakest moments they were able to have a child, but not any child, these children had supernatural favour upon them. He also speaks specifically to people who have lost a child/baby or who have been barren and prophesies how we will birth champions, just like these people in the Bible did.

I was so grateful for this message – I’m sure God was speaking directly to me – as if he inspired Jo.seph Prin.ce to preach this message for me, but I know it’s not only for me, all of you who are reading this blog will also probably feel the same ;) !

It’s not just the fact that I’m so tired that makes me feel so weak. I’ve felt weak too about conceiving our second child, and I’ve actually also gave that matter all over to the Lord a few weeks ago, as well as other areas in our lives, like our finances, my business and even raising G-force…

I cannot wait to see manifestation of God’s super abounding Grace in these areas!

(I thought I’ve blogged about Paul’s thorn in the flesh before, but it seems that I haven’t. Many people think that Paul’s thorn in the flesh is some kind of sickness caused by God to make him weak – that is not the case. Paul’s thorn was not God’s doing, and if you want to learn more about what it is then please read this message of An.drew Wom.mack)

Not you

2014 School Pictures:

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When I first saw these pictures I thought – this is not my baby!  His little face has changed so much and he doesn’t look like a baby anymore…  Feeling a little sad about that!

The Father’s Love:

I’ve been feeling a bit despondent at times lately and the other night I read a chapter from Jo.seph Prin.ce’s latest book “The Po.wer of Rig.ht Belie.ving” on the Father’s love and that got me thinking…

I remembered one instance last year when they asked at G-force’s creche that we send them to school in their slippers on a specific day, as part of their holiday program. Only problem was that he did not own any slippers, and it was in the time that DH was unemployed, and to be honest G-force did not really need slippers since he wore onesies to bed and they all had feet on, so his feet were always warm and covered.

So I contemplated sending him to school with normal shoes and to just ignore the request. I mean he was 1.5 years old, surely he would not notice the difference? But then I thought, “What if he does notice and he feels like the odd one out?”

You see the thought of my little boy feeling out was just too much to bear, and I realized that I would rather go without food, than have his little heart unhappy. So I went to a few shops to look for slippers to see how much they were and one day I saw a cute pair of Spider man slippers on sale for R20 (that is less than $2), and that settled the matter for me, I bought them immediately! Thankfully I got them so cheap I did not have to go without food, but I was totally willing to sacrifice that just to keep my little boy happy.

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Another time last year they wanted to have a picnic at the creche. I told DH about it and he said that I must buy extra things to put into the picnic basket (he was employed by then, so the cost was not such a big factor anymore), because we realized that many parents often forget such things and he was concerned that some of the little kids won’t be able to participate in the picnic. So I put in 6 tubs of yogurt, a whole string of packets of crisps, a big pack of sweets, a whole packet of cookies, etc. There was enough in there to feed at least 6 kids. When I told the teacher she was glad, because there were parents that forgot to bring the picnic baskets, and at the end of the day the basket was completely empty.

On Valentine’s Day this year they decided to have a picnic again, and I misunderstood the letter they sent home. There was a Valentine’s dinner at night which we weren’t going to and I thought the picnic was for the kids at the dinner, but it wasn’t – the picnic was during school time. So when I dropped G-force off at the creche and when the teacher asked where his picnic basket was, was when I only realized my mistake. The teacher ensured me it was OK; they would give him something from one of the other kid’s picnic baskets.

At first I thought that it’s not a problem, there is probably another mommy who did what I did the previous year and there would be plenty for G-force. But it kept bothering me and I realized that I had an unopened little juice box in the fridge, some crisps, sweets and some fruit in the house (this time only 1 of each) and I quickly put it all in a basket and took it to the creche. I got there just after 9h00 and the receptionist told me that they were just starting, so she quickly took it outside to G-force.

That afternoon when I went to pick up G-force the receptionist told me that when she got outside G-force was sitting there with just 1 little sweetie in his hand and looking not too happy, but when she came running and shouting; “Here is G-force’s picnic basket”, his little face just lit up. Well that had me in tears immediately! Just the thought that my little baby almost missed out on an enjoyable picnic, because I had made a mistake was just too much for me. I was so glad that I changed my mind and rushed to get his picnic basket to the creche. The receptionist was also in tears when she told me the story by the way…

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Now for my last story of G-force: A few months ago there was a helicopter that flew over the area where we live and G-force’s school for quite a few hours. It started around 7h00 when I was getting G-force ready for school, and he asked me what it was that was making the noise. When we got outside I showed him the helicopter, and he asked me a few times what it was and I repeated the word “helicopter” every time he asked. I forgot about the incident and didn’t think about it again for about a week.

Then suddenly one afternoon when we got home, G-force pointed to an aeroplane in the sky (we live close to an airport so there are lots of aeroplanes to see here) and he called it a helicopter. I corrected him and told him it’s an aeroplane. For the next couple of days he pointed out a lot of aeroplanes and called them all helicopters.

The next Saturday DH went to watch rugby at a single friend’s house and since G-force was a bit sick I decided to stay at home with him and let DH go out and enjoy himself. G-force kept talking about a helicopter and asked to see one, but I was at a loss. How can I show him a helicopter? Then I remembered that I can go on to the internet with my phone and show him pictures and videos of helicopters. He was so happy!

So now we have a 2 year old who is obsessed with helicopters. He gets so excited if he sees one, but we don’t often see them in real life here. DH bought him a toy helicopter and he remembered he had a simple little remote control helicopter that he bought for himself years ago. G-force absolutely loves to play with both, and he can fly the remote control helicopter all by himself already.

The other night DH and I were talking about how much G-force loves helicopters and we both agreed that it would make him so happy to see a helicopter up close. We talked about how we would go to great lengths to treat our little guy by taking him to a helicopter and ideally we would love to be able to let him fly in one, but we don’t know where or how to do that. DH has spoken to a pilot he knows already, but he couldn’t help him since he works in a different field at the moment and doesn’t know any helicopter pilots. But we haven’t given up on the idea to somehow make G-force’s wildest imaginations come true.

He has never asked us to take him to one, or to let him fly in one, but we just know that is one of the things that would really, really make him happy, and to be able to treat our little boy and see him happy makes us happy. So we will try our very best to at least get him close to a real helicopter.

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So when I read about the father’s love for us, I thought back to the above instances, and how much our little boy’s happiness and well being was of utmost importance to me. How just the thought of him being unhappy could get me in tears, and how much I’m willing to sacrifice for him, no matter what the cost.

And that made me think of the following verses:

Luke 11:11-13 (NIV):
11“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for[a] a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12 Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13 If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”

It says here that we cannot compare as parents, to our Father in heaven. We think we may be good parents and treat our children well, and give them what they want or need, but how much more will our Father in heaven give us!

I know I am not a perfect parent – far from it. I think some of it can be seen in my stories above. I forget, or we don’t always have the resources to help, I make mistakes, I get tired and sometimes cranky, but thankfully our Daddy God is not at all like I am.

He has unlimited resources, He does not make mistakes, He does not forget, He is always there for us, and always willing to help us, also so much more than we can ever think or dream off.

Let me tell you, when I thought about all of this, I was in tears again…

I want to finish with this: To really know how much our Heavenly Father loves us, we need to know how much he sacrificed for us. He loves us so much that he gave his only Son, Jesus Christ, to be punished for all the sins and inequities of the whole world for all time. Jesus suffered terribly; he gave up EVERYTHING, for us. But you know what? He still would have made the sacrifice for you, if you were the only person on earth…

THAT IS HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU!

Let me tell you, I certainly cannot even think to sacrifice my son for anybody else. Not even 1 person, never mind all of humanity (and thankfully we will not ever have to do that!).

Now don’t you think that if my little boy’s desires and happiness is so important to me, how much more is your happiness and your desires to our Heavenly Father!

I must say that night I felt very miserable. I had a head cold and I was not looking forward to going to bed, even though I was so tired because G-force had been waking a lot during the night again, because every time I laid down I had trouble breathing. Well this night I actually slept quite well. I can’t really remember if G-force slept through or maybe woke up once, but it was a lot better than the previous nights, but the best was that the next morning my head cold was so much better! All in all it took about 2 days to be fully healed and I did not take any medication! That is only by meditating on how much our Heavenly Father loves us!

The next night I was nursing G-force in his room just before bed time and I looked at his sweet content little face and I thanked God for this wonderful little boy of ours. I thought back to the revelation of His love for me, and I just prayed out loud: “Father, you know the deepest desires of my heart and you know how much I want another precious baby just like this one. Thank you that you love me so much that my desires are very important to you, and that Jesus has already made provision for our next baby. I just know our next baby is on its way, thank you Lord!”

3 Years Ago:

It was a Sunday. I did not sleep well that night. I was like a little girl waiting for Christmas to finally arrive – so excited, and when I saw the sun coming out around six o’clock I sneaked out of bed and went downstairs to POAS (or rather in a container and dipped the stick). I had bought a super sensitive stick the day before and according to that test one can test as early as 4 days before your period is due, so I tested on CD24. There was no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant, but I realised it was early to test on CD24 so I did not really expect to see a positive.

I nervously held the stick in my hand and watched the pink colour move across the little window, and for a few moments I just put it down and could not look at it anymore. Then the anticipation got too much and I had to look again and there was a really feint second line! So quickly! It felt like my heart skipped a beat, and then I just broke down in tears and praised the Lord! He kept His promise! I was pregnant!

It felt like an eternity before DH woke up and came downstairs. In that time I tested with 2 other but less sensitive tests I had in the house but both of those were negative.

I asked for his opinion about something: “Can you see a second line here?”, while I handed him the stick. He looked and said, “No.” I said, “Look carefully there is a feint line there,” and he replied, “Yes, I see a very feint line, but surely that cannot be positive?”

We had plans to visit family that day, and we could not get to a lab to do blood tests, so I had to wait until the next morning. I tested with my last test (one of the less sensitive ones I tried the previous day), and this time it came up positive! It was so sweet to see that second line! I got dressed quickly to drive to the hospital in our town to have my blood drawn. I phoned my FS’s rooms for my results later in the afternoon and they did not receive it! O, the agony!

Only on the Tuesday morning did the sister phone to say that my Beta was 50. She thought it was a bit low and asked me to be cautiously optimistic, but I was ecstatic, and I tried to explain to her that I tested early, but she did not want to listen to me. Wednesday morning I was off early to the lab again, but this time I went to a hospital in a neighbouring town because the lab at our hospital not only lost my blood results but the nurses that draw the blood were also not very good at their job, and I was black and blue from the previous test.  There was a little bit of spotting when I wiped that morning, so before we left to go to the hospital for the bloods I phoned the sister at the FS, and she suggested I test my progesterone levels too.

This time I did not have to phone the clinic, before I could get too worked up and nervous the sister phoned me and she was almost screaming from excitement because my Beta was 195, almost 4 times more than 2 days before that, and I was only on CD27 of my cycle!

That night we told our parents, our siblings and our closest friends that I was pregnant.

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I have such wonderful memories from those early days and I have been thinking back on it a lot these last couple of days. I actually thought I was pregnant a few days ago, because AF was late (well … late for me).

I haven’t had a normal cycle since before G-force was born. The first cycle after his birth, at around 10 months was over 30 days (not sure exactly how long), but all the others were quite short cycles anything from 21 days to about 26 days.

This past Sunday I was on CD28 and had a feeling of cramping since Friday, but no blood and no spotting, so I tested with a not very sensitive test. It was negative, but I was not upset since I figured the test was not sensitive enough. I did not have any other tests in the house and could not go to the shops to buy more until Monday afternoon.  Monday night I had a little brown blood when I wiped and I thought I will test the next morning if AF did not start during the night as lately I do spot before AF arrives in full force, but only for an hour or so before.

Tuesday morning there was still some spotting, a little more but really not a lot, so I tested with one of those super sensitive ones I tested with 3 years ago… And it was also negative… An hour or so later AF arrived in full force. I cannot really say I was disappointed, and I was definitely not upset.

At least I had a perfect 29 day cycle, and I’m pretty sure I ovulated around CD14 or CD15 because I had ovulation pains on those 2 days and that means that my lutual phase was around 14 days, which is perfect. Praise the Lord for that! I’m hoping that we will have a positive test really soon now!

I must say I am still absolutely blown away with our wonderful, beautiful little boy the Lord has graced us with! Believe it or not, but I still thank and praise the Lord for him just about every day! I’m still as grateful as I was when we just found out that I was pregnant, and our little boy has turned out so much more than what we ever could have hoped or dreamed of! God is so good! He has blessed us tremendously with this child of ours!

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Gosh, it has been a while since I’ve blogged! I’m concentrating more on the Bible studies lately, and I must say it’s taking a lot more time to do each Bible study than I thought, but it has blessed me incredibly! Who would have thought that just refreshing your mind with truths you already know will bless one so much! It’s good to spend time in God’s Word and it is really good for one’s soul!

Studying God’s word has also helped me to see a couple of things differently. While I’ve been studying the Covenants, how graceful the Lord is and that our sins are not imputed on to us anymore, it’s helped me to realize that none of God’s blessings is dependent on me or my performance. All the blessings are pure grace (undeserved, unearned, unmerited favour) and it all depends only on Jesus’ performance at Calvary, and since His performance was perfect and it is finished, whatever I do or don’t do will not affect God’s grace towards me.

How freeing is that! All the pressure I had put on myself is suddenly all gone! I am free now to worship God and thank Jesus for His wonderful sacrifice and relax about all the things that bother or worry me. It feels like I am walking on clouds, I feel like singing and dancing and rejoicing all day, because God is sooooooo good! For some reason I keep thinking, “Our future is so bright, we’ve got to wear shades!” ;)

Then 2 days ago I got this daily devotional from Jo.seph Prin.ce in my inbox and it just confirmed all that the Holy Spirit has been showing me lately:

Song of Solomon 4:7:  You are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in you.

“Sometimes, when we don’t receive our healing, breakthrough, restoration or miracle child, we can’t help but think that something is wrong with us. We tell ourselves, “Nothing’s wrong with God, nothing’s wrong with the Word, so something must be wrong with me!” My friend, if you think that your miracle depends on you, then you are on shaky ground.

In the old covenant, we see this “it’s all up to me” demand put on man. God’s part was to bless His people, but only if they played their part by obeying all of His laws. If they didn’t do their part, not only would they not be blessed, but the curse would also come on them.

Most of the time, they ended up under the curse because they just could not keep all of God’s laws. So God found fault with that covenant because though He wanted to bless man, man’s sins made it difficult for Him to do so. Man himself was the weak link.

In the new covenant, man has no part to play except to believe and receive. The new covenant of grace was cut between God the Father and God the Son—both infallible and more than able to keep the covenant.

God the Son is man’s representative. Jesus represents you and me. So in this covenant, how much we can receive from God depends on how good our representative is, how perfect His obedience is. Of course, Jesus is the perfect Man with perfect obedience. So in Him, we are qualified to receive all the blessings of God! We only need to believe and receive.

Jesus’ blood has been shed for the remission of all your sins. You are now the righteousness of God in Christ. (2 Corinthians 5:21) By His one perfect sacrifice, He has perfected you forever. (Hebrews 10:14, KJV) There is no spot in you!

Today, the devil has no right to tell you that you cannot be blessed because there is something wrong with you. So as you are waiting for your miracle, say, “Nothing’s wrong with God, nothing’s wrong with the Word and nothing’s wrong with me! I am going to receive my miracle!”

2 Years:

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Our baby had his 2nd birthday almost 2 weeks ago, and it’s hard to think that he is actually not a baby anymore. I guess I won’t be able to call him Baby G anymore… So I’ll be calling him G-force from now, since that is his granny’s nickname for him…

Measurements on 13/12/2013:
Weight: 11.41 kg
Height: 86 cm
Head circumference: 50 cm

Our little guy is doing so well in every way; I’m still almost every day in awe of how much the Lord has blessed us.

Crèche: He’s gone to the next class in crèche, but he is with the same teacher he had last year. Usually they go over somewhere between 2 and 3, but they have to be ready for it. The criteria are that they must be able to speak well and know the different colours. Well, he doesn’t know every colour (he usually gets blue and red right, but he is not so good with the other colours), but they decided to let him go anyway. So far it looks like he is the only boy that graduated to the next class, along with 2 other girls. Last year there was 1 girl that could only go to the next class when she was almost 3 and I know there was also 1 boy in his class that turns 3 in March and he is still in the old class. I was totally surprised when the teacher told me (very proudly) that he is ready to go to the next class. My dad made a comment that we shouldn’t push him before he is ready, but we didn’t and it wasn’t our idea. We were quite happy to have him stay in the old class for probably the next 6 months. The teacher said that he does very well with most of the activities that they do, and he was the best with sticking stickers onto a picture of all the kids in his class.

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Talking: G-force is talking really well for his age. Every day he uses a lot of new words, and he only needs to hear them once to repeat it. He speaks 4-6 word sentences regularly and he is also starting to speak English. He must have learnt that from school, from the new teacher’s assistant that took over for the last 3 months of the year. He says words like: “No,” “let’s go,” “naughty,” “move,” “mine,” “bubbles,” & probably a few more that I can’t think off now.

The other day we were visiting friends and their 4,5 year old daughter told me how their one dog bit the other dog on the ear and that we shouldn’t touch the ear because it was sore. I was holding G-force while she told this to me and did not notice that he was listening intently to what she was saying. DH came and stood next to me and immediately G-force told his daddy; “Pappa, Goo.gle stout! Pappa, Goo.gle eina daai ene.” The translation is: “Daddy, Goo.gle (the dog’s name) naughty! Daddy, Goo.gle hurt that one (pointing to the other dog).” Such a good summary of what the little girl told me, so he completely understood what she said and he could retell the story.

Eating: In general G-force eats quite well. Especially when we give him something that he likes, but there are still times when we really struggle to get him to eat something. We are also worried that he eats less than other kids his age. They tell me that he eats well at school, but he is quite skinny, and when we speak to friends of ours who have a boy 3 weeks older than G-force it’s obvious that G-force eats a lot less at a time, and that little boy is not a fat or even chubby little boy at all. I suspect we have a picky eater on our hands and he will rather not eat at all than eat something he does not want. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because I was not a good eater either as a kid and from what I’ve heard from my MIL, neither was any of her kids. Both DH and I were incredibly skinny kids, as a matter of fact we were both still very skinny when we met in 1993, when he was 22 and I was almost 22…

Sleeping: O boy, did we sleep poorly for a week or two in December! I felt like a zombie and one morning I actually broke down and cried, because I was so tired! We narrowed it down to 2 reasons – teething and a disrupted routine. We don’t like to give G-force meds regularly but we started to give him medication for teething to help him sleep at night and we got quite strict on things like naps and eating at the right time. Almost immediately things got better and he now only wakes once anytime from 3am to about 5am, and he will go back to sleep again afterwards. As a matter of fact G-force often slept until 7h45 and sometimes even later. One morning he woke us all up at 9h30 (that morning he woke after 6 am and I brought him back to bed with me). It was really nice for all of us to be able to sleep in a bit at the same time!

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Teeth: We had lots of teething symptoms in December – those horrible teething poo’s that immediately gives a nappy rash, chewing on fingers, and G-force even complained that his mouth was sore several times. About 2 weeks ago I tried to feel if he has new molars, but I could not feel any new teeth yet. G-force thought it was very funny to bite mommy’s fingers, as I tried to feel for new molars, so I won’t be trying it again soon. This past weekend though we played and he was laughing loudly and I could see a tiny white triangle peek through behind the molar on the top left, so I think at least one has started to cut through. I could only see from a certain angle though, so there can be more.

Potty training: Well the plan was to start potty training as soon as the crèche closed for the December holidays, but 2 weeks before G-force decided that he did not want to sit on the potty anymore, and he would cry when we tried. So I did not push him since I don’t want to force it on him and get negative emotions associated with potty training. When we heard that he graduated to the next class and that from this year they will do potty training with him at the crèche, the pressure was off. I tried again a week ago with the incentive of sticking stickers onto a piece of paper or unto himself if he is successful, and he is now happy again to sit on the potty. So I send underwear and pull up nappies to school now and we will see how it goes.

2nd birthday parties: For his first birthday we had 1 birthday party for G-force on his actual birthday, but it was so stressful for me, because we had so many Christmas activities before his birthday, and it was hard to get everything ready in time for his birthday, since all of the Christmas activities were at other people’s houses and the shops are closed on Christmas day. I then said that we would have his next party before Christmas, since a lot of people would be away over Christmas anyway. We had the official part a few weeks before his birthday and it was fun, and a lot less stress to plan and organize. Once again I baked his cake and I think it turned out better than the cake for his first birthday. It still took me almost a whole day to make though…

2ndbrthdy cake

On G-force’s birthday we had another celebration at MIL and FIL’s house since they have an indoor heated pool as the weather forecast for the day was rain. It was a lot more informal, just us, my dad, MIL, FIL, DH’s grandmother and his sister. So not a lot of pressure on me like his first birthday party. DH asked everyone to club in so that we can buy G-force a trampoline, so he got the one big present and a few smaller presents. That suits us well because G-force has so many toys already and we actually threw quite a lot away, donated some to the crèche and packed a lot that we want to keep into boxes.

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G-force understood what his birthday was all about this time, unlike his first birthday. When I showed him his cake the day before his party he recognized it for what it was, because just a little while later we heard him sing “Happy Birthday”. He loved to open his presents and by his actual birthday he was so spoiled by all the presents he received within such a short time if you count the Christmas presents too.

Gian2.0

2nd Year in Pictures:

January 2013

January 2013

February 2013

February 2013

March 2013

March 2013

April 2013

April 2013

May 2013

May 2013

June 2013

June 2013

July 2013

July 2013

August 2013

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September 2013

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October 2013

October 2013

November 2013

November 2013

December 2013

December 2013

I wish all of you a joyous, blessed and fruitful 2014!

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