Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Endless illness...

Aaaand the latest gross outbreak at leikskoli is... (drumroll) ... HEADLICE! YAYYYYY!

I swear, every couple of days, when I go to pick up Henry, there's a new notice talking about something else that's going around. They're running out of room on the noticeboard. For real.

Luckily, this one is more to do with prevention - there are a couple of kids at the primary school that have lice, and they know that many kids have older siblings there, so they just want everyone to keep an eye out. Plus Henry has short hair, with the option to shave it if necessary, so I'm not too worried about him getting them. I'm trying to grow my hair out at the moment, but if I have to choose, I'll stick with the lice-free pixie cut every time.

Anyway, what else is going on? I finished making a skirt the other day! I just converted it from a t-shirt that I bought at the red cross, but still - completion of a thing! I'm also partway through making a mens' shirt into a singlet, but that got complicated, so I put it aside for now. Exciting times.

Ooh, we ordered a bed for Henry the other day! We ended up ordering a whole bunch of stuff that we didn't realise we needed, because Ikea. So Ross got a rug for the basement, Henry's got a little desk and chair, and I got a tenderizer. Yay! As Ross pointed out, we don't really buy that many things for Henry - sure, he gets spoilt, but usually not by us. So it's nice to buy him things sometimes.

And on the buying things note, I have decided that it might be time to head back to work. I'm pretty sure Henry will be happy with staying the whole day at leikskoli, and they have previously said that they've definitely got enough staff for him to stay longer.
My mindset is a bit funny, though. This is the first time I've not worked for any length of time since I left home, and I've really gotten used to it. So much so, that I have this weird sense of entitlement - I somehow feel like maybe I should just work four days a week, surely full-time work is a bit much? Then I realise, no, it's not a bit much, it's only what everyone else does and what I'm completely capable of.
My brain is an interesting place... I'm glad that I managed to recognise the flawed thinking, though. Now to convince myself I'm looking forward to working again!

Okay, I must post this, as it's been a draft for days: I keep meaning to add a video, but I need to edit it down and then upload it, so I'll add it later.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

It's not easy being green...

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, which in Iceland means that all the kids get dressed up and sing for candy! Sort of Halloweeny, except no one hassles you in your house - they go to businesses and shops instead. Good times.

Dressing up was optional for the kids at the preschool, but of course we jumped at the chance - I am such a sucker for kids in fancy dress, it is one of my favourite things...

So without further ado, here's Henry the frog:

He was pretty excited about it - one of our tactics for getting him out of the bath is pretending that he's a frog. He gets to jump around a bit before he gets dry, and that makes him happy.

So yeah, I discovered that hoodies are really easy to adapt into costumes - just add some sort of recognisable features to the hood and you're done! It's especially good at this age, because he doesn't really have the patience to wear a cape or crown all day, so he just needed something he could play in. I'm kind of irrationally proud of this costume, and so will probably be making more soon. My dream is the best dress up box in town!

What else? There have been a bunch of those kind of gross and super contagious kids' diseases at Henry's school. Strep throat is the latest, which I didn't really know anything about... Hooray for Mr. Google - my worries when Henry was up all night coughing were completely baseless, because strep throat only entails a sore throat and fever! Honestly, I don't know how people (read: worrywarts like myself) raised kids without the internet.

I'm hosting a book club meeting at our house today, I think it should be fun. We just finished reading Woman in the Polar Night by Christiane Ritter, a memoir of a lady living on an Arctic island for a year with her husband. It was great, just really nicely written, and there was a lot (about the light especially) that I could relate to our life here in Iceland.

I get to pick the next book, so I decided to go for Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. I've never read it, but heard lots of good things and always meant to get around to it. I had such a hard time committing to a book, I think I always have this fear of being judged when it comes to what I read.

Many times throughout my life I have straight up lied when someone has asked what I'm reading - usually when the person in question was 'cool' and the book was either fantasy or sci fi. Such a bummer, why is there such a stigma attached to speculative fiction? Or is it all in my head, and no one cares?
I aim to be less ashamed of reading sci fi and fantasy books, because dammit, I really enjoy them. Having said that, did I stand by my tastes and pick a fantasy book for book club? No. Oh well, I'll try harder next time.

Anyway kids, it's time for me to do a bit of a clean up so that my book club guests don't have to sit on mountains of dog hair. Wish me luck!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Sleep and smiles...

Well hello again. How are you? You look great today - I like what you've done with your hair!

We are all well here - mostly. Henry had a stomach bug this past week, which was UGH and BLECH and awwww, poor little buddy. He was such a sorry sight, all scared and sad and pitiful - it suuuuucked.
Anyway, he's feeling a lot better now, so he stayed at Vicki's last night, which I think was mostly nice for everyone. Ross has been doing a carpentry course for the past two weekends - on top of his 50 hour work weeks. So it was really good for him to get a full night's sleep, and I must say that I enjoyed it too.

Oh yeah, I think in one of my previous posts, I had a big whinge about Henry's sleeping habits, which I then deleted, because it was depressing. But I saved it! Here it is!
Henry has been sleeping pretty badly lately, refusing to go down for his nap and waking up more in the night (except for that one time when he stayed at Vicki's and slept for 12 HOURS STRAIGHT). It's been pretty frustrating, especially for Ross, who was hoping to catch up on a bit of sleep over the holidays.

Anyway, the other night when I was putting him down (at 10.30pm!!) , I decided to google 18 month old milestones. I got to 18 mon- and it auto filled: 18 month old sleep regression. And that search had a whole pile of results, meaning that 18 month olds deciding to not sleep is totally A Thing, as opposed to me being a terrible parent all of a sudden. 

I mean, we had already decided that it could be due to his lack of routine over Christmas, or his current cold (this one involves much mucus and coughing in the middle of the night). Even with those reasons, I still felt pretty bummed out about it, and like there was something (or everything) that I was doing wrong… I didn't realise quite how crappy I was feeling until I felt the giant wave of relief at the google results and anecdotes - it's nice to be told that it's not your fault, and it'll go away with time. Yay for the internets!
The lovely addendum to these paragraphs is that one day in early January, instead of fighting when it was time for his nap, Henry just went to sleep. Then that night, he went to bed at 8.30pm, and slept til 4.30am. It was magical and exciting, and then the following day he did the same thing! AND THE DAY AFTER THAT, TOO. Oh golly gee whiz it was great, hooray for everything!
He's still waking up around four or five-ish in the morning, and then he comes into our bed and sleeps, but I'm okay with that for the time being.

He has definitely been learning and growing heaps lately, he's started to string words together into little sentences - mostly in order to boss me around, but hey, if that's what it takes! He really understands a lot more when we talk to him, too. We've been using this newfound understanding in order to teach him the really important stuff - fist bumps, high fives and cheers.

Plus he now smiles for the camera, so we get this cheesy face:

I can't imagine where he got it from: