Sinterklaas and the dentist

It may seem a bit late to write about Sinterklaas, as this happened a month ago, but I still want to share this special story about how Sinterklaas helped the dentist and only have some time now.

(Just some info first for those who do not know about the Sinterklaas tradition: Sinterklaas visits the Netherlands and Belgium (and some parts of France and Germany) on the 5th of December. He is similar to Santa Claus. He arrives with a steamboat from Spain and brings many presents. Children are allowed to put their shoe by the fireplace some evenings and sing songs about him, to get rewarded with some extra presents before the big day arrives.)

This year was a bit different. Not just because our boys were older and it got more intense and exciting for them. No, there was another reason. In September we visited the dentist with the boys and the dentist then said to them they had to get rid of their pacifier for the benefit of their teeth. She was very friendly and said they did not have to do it now, but that it was a good plan if they could give it to Sinterklaas later this year, so he could give it to a baby that needed it. The boys agreed with her and promised they would do it. So every other week for the past months we would remind them that soon they would not have their pacifiers anymore.

When Sinterklaas finally arrived they still agreed, but we of course dreaded it actually happening. They still really needed their dummy’s at night to fall asleep and we were not looking forward to the possibility of many bad nights.  But we brought up the issue daily now and said they could let us know what present they wanted in return. We discussed this often and by the 5th of December we finally worked up the courage to make them do it… The boys were brave, sang their songs and then put their pacifiers in their shoes. Then they went to bed without any issue! And slept!

The next morning they were still okay and happy with their presents. The week went fine without any sleeping issues. Here and there they asked for us, but nothing major. After a week one of them started to ask about his dummy, he wanted it back. But we talked about it, reminded him of the dentist and eventually he fell asleep. This repeated regurlarly but in the end, it went really well. We are now a month later and they never ask about it anymore.

Honestly, we were so surprised about this because they were really attached to their dummy. But I guess all the preparing really helped and they were ready for it. So this is why I had to share this story, because it worked. Finally no more pacifiers in the house.

Zombie-mama

So one of our boys got a little sick. Nothing too serious luckily but it was not nice for him. Or us…
See, this last month we finally got in the phase where they never wake us up at night anymore. Full nights of uninterrupted sleep for weeks in a row. It was heaven but this has made me more tired than ever, as my body is now realizing how much sleep it did NOT get in the last years (they are nearly 4…). Anyway, so Sunday night he woke us up and as we had no clue what to do anymore, he slept in our bed. Snored and sniffed in our bed is more accurate. I could not sleep at all anymore and eventually I put him back in his bed, but I was still wide awake for another hour.

Next night I thought he was better, as during the day he was completely fine. (Unlike me, I was sooo tired.) But he called out for us in the middle of the night. I arrived at his bed, still asleep, no lights on so I could hopefully solve it quickly and stay a Zombie. My son sat up, making noises as if he was about to throw up. I reacted very quickly to make sure he did not soil the sheets and reached for his potty further down the room. I only realised he had used the potty when I put it under his nose, as all the pee flew over my arm and on his bed. Aaaaargh! I am not kidding, this really happened. Zombie-mama was sort of awake now… and all wet and yukkie. 

In the end he did not throw up, but I had to change his sheets anyway. His brother happily slept through everything. Ten hours later I still feel like a zombie. Let’s hope tonight will be better.

Dino-socks

One of the things about having children is that you suddenly have a completely different way of shopping. You start shopping more for the kids than for yourself. But recently I noticed it made me even weirder than that…

I bought these really cool dinosaur socks for the boys and while waiting in line to pay, I could not help thinking how sad it was they did not have these socks in my size! (Seriously, I never had a thing for dinos in my life and now I want dinosaur socks?!) 

Must must must

It’s autumn holiday in Belgium. Finally, I must add.

Even though school only started the 1st of September here, eight weeks is a long time to keep going. And not just for the children, I can also really feel it. Eight weeks of rushing every morning. Eight weeks of trying not to be late. Of  getting up on time. Of getting dressed quickly. Of eating a hastened breakfast. Eight weeks of ‘we must do this and that’ and ‘we can’t be late’. The boys were really tired and weary last week. They were emotional about everything, got upset over nothing and hardly could get out of bed. I even kept them home a day and they slept and slept and slept. 
Honestly, I could feel it too. My patience was completely gone and all I wanted to do was sleep. I’d even set an alarm in the afternoon to be sure I would not fall asleep and be too late to pick the boys up again…

The holiday is well on its way and we have taken it really easy. We sleep in. Pyjamas stay on half of the day. They boys play, have fun, laugh, run, make an incredible mess, and I play with them or let them play while I read. There is nothing that we have to do. I’ts recovery time and it’s lovely. It also made me think. Why do we do this to our children? Why do they have to do so much? Why are there so many rules? Why does school start so early in the morning? Why are schools so ridiculously strict about being late, even when you have a good excuse? I never had a boss that was as strict as the schools here are. Can you imagine your boss getting upset about you being late because of a traffic jam? Or because of a unexpected sick child? As grown-ups we understand things happen.  Life is hard enough and yes, we know we are in trouble if we can’t pay our bills, but for being late at work or an appointment sometime? That is just bad luck. But I see my children grow up with a fear of being late and with a disliking for rules. They are not even four yet and it’s incredible how many things they already must do.

A solution to this is not easily found. Yes, I could keep them home till they are 6 and going to school is compulsory. Then they don’t have to do anything for the next years, except obey some very important safety rules (traffic etc.). They’d also miss out on a lot of great activities and on making friends.They would have no idea about the school rhythm and this whole discussion will start again when they are six.

What I can do is keep them home from school sometimes, just to recover. So far this often results in a ‘bad day’ together as the boys seem so happy to not have to do anything that they forget about all the rules we have at home. 

So honestly, I think things should be a bit more relaxed in our children’s lives. School could be a little less about rules and more about play. When my boys play ‘pretend school’ together at home it’s all about telling the other one what he must do or can’t do. ‘Stand on the dot.’ ‘Stand in a line.’ ‘Don’t run.’ ‘Don’t touch that.’  ‘Eat your fruit now.’ ‘Go to the toilet.’ ‘Sit down.’ ‘You can only play with that, not with this…’ 

Rules are important, especially for important things concerning safety in the house (careful on the stairs, don’t throw or play with cutlery, etc.) or on the street (never run into the street, always cross with a grown up etc.). But I also think too many rules are simply too much too handle and they will start to do the opposite. And that’s where things can easily go wrong.

Halloween-costumes everywhere

Friday was the last school day before the autumn holiday started and all children were allowed to come to school wearing a costume. The boys were quite excited and really enjoyed going to school looking like a big bird/ vampire/ flying monster with a cape. They drew a lot of attention at 8:15 in the morning cycling to school looking like this:

They were not the only class doing this though, when we walked to school it seemed all kids for all schools were dressed up. We met knights and princesses, pumpkins and dinosaurs, superman and batman, spiders and ghosts. It was great to see so many happy children. It really put a smile on my face (and on many other peoples’ faces).

Music lessons

Last month we started taking our boys to bilingual music lessons. I want them to develop a love for music and I was very happy to have found a music class for children from 3 years old. It is very surprising to see how much children can already pick up. Learning about rhythm and notes, trying out different instruments and learning some dance sequences. It’s absolutely great. There are two side effects to these music lessons though, that are worth mentioning: one very great, the other one…

See, the funny thing is that, since the lessons started, music suddenly is everything for one of our boys. The minute he comes home from school, he grabs his guitar and starts to sing songs and recites all the verses he learned in the last months. He mixes them up sometimes but there are at least 20 different ones in 3 different languages. And sometimes he even improvises and sings about what happened that day. It is really great to see how much he enjoys music. There is a smile on his face constantly when he holds his guitar. (Our other son is a little less interested but will sometimes play along.)

The other thing is that our boys now discovered YouTube… We had to look up some of the songs they danced to in the class and we found them with a video that showed the dance as well. But this also resulted in them realising we have a tablet, which we had managed to hide successfully from their lives for nearly 4 years…

So now we very often have to play the following videos because they want to do those dances. And from one song, they discover the next one and it never stops.. . So yes, I will share the videos here, because when I suffer, you all can suffer a little with me 😉


and the worst song in history:

Going to the toilet…

Once children are fully potty-trained going to the toilet is not an issue anymore, right? At first you regularly remind them and soon they tell you when they need to go themselves and as they grow older they will eventually stop doing this and just go. Yeah, that’s what I thought. The reality with 3-year olds is a bit different. Let me tell you what happens when a 3-year old child needs to go to the toilet.

3-year old is playing and suddenly he screams very loudly: ‘AAAAAAA Pipiiiiiiiii!!!’
He stops what he is doing and runs to mama. (Usually this is the opposite direction of the toilet.)
Mom calls: ‘Go the toilet, go, go, go!’
3-year old: ‘Okay!’ Runs away and gets distracted by a toy.
Mom: ‘That is not the toilet, go do your pipi!’
3-year old lets go of toy, goes in the direction of the toilet. Stops. Comes back to Mommy.’ Mom, I will put my pants down all the way so no accidents.’
Mom: ‘Great, now hurry.’
3-year old runs off again.
BUMP.
‘Outch.’
Silence.
3-year old runs back to Mommy again. ‘Mom, I hurt my …. (fill in). Please give a kiss.
Mommy gives a kiss. ‘Now go, before it’s too late.’
3-year old runs to the toilet again.
And is either on time. Or not.