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Oh those delightful first words. As parents you wonder: What will his first word be? Will it be
“mama” or “dada”? When will he say it? You get the idea.

We discovered earlier on that Niko’s first word was “Dada”, but I reckon that’s only because Daddy repeatedly says “Dada” to our little babe. And good on him, because “Dada” was indeed Niko’s first word/sound. (Truth be told, we don’t quite know if Niko is aware of what “Dada” means, but he sure does like to say it.) So then there was me, just sitting in wait for “Mama”. I tried Borys’ trick and put “Mama” on repeat in my daily vocabulary: thinking if he heard it enough he would be bound to say it sooner than later. Even Daddy joined in, and now says “Mama” over and over again to our little sweetheart. Buy before “Mama” other sounds stated showing up: va va and fa fa (I swear if he says “Frasier” before he’s says “Mama”, that’ll be something…).

Actually, months ago we thought Little N Bomb was saying “Mama”, and this was even in the pre “dada” days. It sort of sounded like “Mama” was being spewed from his vocal chords when we was wailing – say going to sleep or just not happy about something in general. But alas, that was only when the little tyke had worked himself into a tizzy, and he spouted it out only at the most inconsolable climax of his crying. So again, it’s me, waiting, just waiting.

For a while he dropped the angry “mama” and replaced it with just regular run of the mill sobbing. Then this week, his upset “mama” came back to life, in full force. The key to him saying it, is that he has to be upset about something, and then it is a clear “mama” or a short and curt series of “mum, mum, mum, mum”. So, despite the fact that he only seems to say it when he’s sad (and Borys thinks he’s saying it during those moments because he’s looking for comfort from his “mama”), I’m just glad I beat out Frasier in the line of Niko’s first words. Not that it’s a competition…


As we – Grandma Sara, Grandad Greg, Borys, Niko and I – sat around our living room last night debating about what movie to rent from Rogers on Demand, I soon found out that even though the majority wanted to rent one that I had already seen (Julie and Julia – which upon watching the pieces that I saw of it for the second time, made me realize this was the movie that inspired me to start this blog), it really didn’t matter because Niko had other plans anyway.

He wanted to be heard loud and clear; he wanted to overcome the volume of the movie by showing off the power of his own lungs.  Now, we can only sit and watch the movie with a crying Niko for so long, until we have to admit to the fact that we just can’t follow the movie as the distraction of the crying baby is just too much. Even though we attempt to sooth him by bouncing him on our knees, rocking him in our arms, burping him, feeding him, etc. at some point the only way for everyone to actually follow the movie is for us to pause, rewind and for Niko to be brought elsewhere until he calms down. And seeing as I was the one to bring him elsewhere and calm him down, it was a good thing I had already seen the movie as it was easy for me to just jump back in at any point, and fortuitous of us to have rented one that I had already seen, otherwise watching the movie would have been really slow going: having to pause (and probably rewind) every time little Niko did a shout out!

Note: Pictures 1 and 3) Niko enjoying the comforts of Grandad’s arms. Picture 2) Grandma multi-tasking: watching a movie and knitting socks for Audra.


On the best of days the mall is not a place where I really choose to spend too much time: the crowds and people with their one track minds are just something I like to avoid.  That said, the mall at Christmas time is definitely not a favourite hangout.  But, in an attempt to get a start on my Christmas shopping, I headed out to the mall today.  Armed with a list and having a direct mission in mind…oh oh, baby’s crying, I will be back…

One hour later, and I am back…

So, like I was saying, today I headed for the mall.  Being a Saturday, Borys was home for most of the day and able to watch Niko so I could go out alone and get some serious shopping done.  I had it all planned out: I fed the baby, and then was out the door thinking that would maximize the amount of time I could get away.  Well, after rushing through Toys’R’Us, I made it to two other stores before my cellphone started ringing…

Borys: Umm…Alli? How much longer will you be? Niko’s crying and there’s a virus on our computer!

Me: A virus on the computer? Oh no! I will be home right away! (I joke…)

Anyway, I finished up at the store and headed home.  It’s amazing what I can accomplish in one hour now, as opposed to the pre-Niko days.  (I am sure the list helped a lot.) Actually, maybe my cell phone ringing was a blessing in disguise, saving me from the Christmas-crazed shoppers – of which, I myself had also become by this point. Oh well, there’s still a few more days until Christmas, and at least some of the shopping is complete!


Niko has been looking forward to his friend Talia’s first birthday party all week! She turned one a few days ago, but her big bash was today.  Although Niko was looking forward to partying with her, his “on demand” schedule had other plans.  The party started at 12:30pm, and just as we were getting ready to leave his crying started: translated into proper English this crying meant “Mommy, feed me!”.  So, an hour, a full tummy and a fresh diaper later we were on our way.

Now, seeing as we were going to a baby’s birthday party there were lots of kids and parents there.  We apologized for being late, and they all understood.  My only worry was: what if Niko gets hungry at the party? Where will I feed him? (We brought a bottle just in case.) In talking with two other moms at the party, I realized we all have this similar sense of being uncomfortable just breastfeeding openly at parties, and it was a relief to know that I was not the only mom feeling this way.  Inevitably, as time passed, the “Mommy, feed me!” cries started again.  But there was no need to break out the bottle; we just went upstairs to the computer room, took our time in the peace and quiet and listened to Happy Birthday being sung from downstairs.  The only minor interruption came from some older kids who were playing hide-and-seek and barged in looking for a place to hide – of course what they found was something entirely different!

Note: In the picture below you can see Talia – the birthday girl -poised to give Niko what I can only assume is a birthday love tap.

Talia 2

Talia 1


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