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Picture it. It’s winter. There’s packing snow on the ground. You’re eight years old. You bundle up and head out into the sticky delight that awaits, but not before donning two pairs of Grandma’s homemade mitts: doubling up is a necessity for the wet snow. You make snowmen, snowballs, and snow forts to your heart’s content. And by the time you’re done your mitts are weighed down and covered in teensy tiny little snowballs, all intermingled with wool. Slowly you make your way home, trudging over the heavy, wet, white covered ground. The snow is just starting to melt through your mittens and you raise one hand to your mouth and begin to suck. And then it happens! That moment where teeth hit mitts and the ensuing scrunchy creek of enamel hitting wool. *Shiver* You know the noise. The one that is comparable in disgust to fingernails being scraped down the chalkboard. Teeth on wool: it gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Despite the obvious dislike I have for the wool-teeth combo., Niko seems to have taken a particular liking to putting a tiny little wool monkey in his mouth. We call him Diaper Monkey, because he sits in wait on Niko’s change table and is there to be played with during diaper changing time. Diaper Monkey is about the same size as Sophie the Giraffe, with the same small arms and legs that make it easy for little hands to hold, but instead of being made of teething rubber like Sophie, Diaper Monkey was handcrafted with wool and bought at some sort of craft fair by Niko’s Aunt Carolyn. Perhaps the fact that Niko doesn’t have any teeth yet, is what allows him to enjoy putting wool in his mouth, but I am sure the day will come when he too is put off by the screechy scrunchy sound of his own teeth clashing with the wool of his beloved Diaper Monkey!

Note: Here’s a pic of Aunt Carolyn, living it up in Africa. Niko says: “Thanks for the monkey!”


Who wants to be the person on the plane with the crying baby? Not me, not me! Who was the person on the plane with a crying baby? I was, I was! Oh, joy!

Yes, I was that person who is one of the last ones to get on the plane – seeing as I was tending to Niko’s diaper – and walks on with a baby, all eyes wondering in paralyzed fear: is this mother and her babe going to be sitting by me? Well, halfway down the plane I plunked us into our window seat – a row of three, where thankfully the middle seat was empty, and the aisle seat was taken by a pleasant traveler in his 50s who reminisced with me about traveling to Acapulco with his daughter when she was only three months old. So at least he was somewhat understanding of the crying, but nonetheless it does not make for a mommy-comfortable situation when your baby is testing out his lung capacity before the plane has even left the ground.  All in all, the intense crying – because there is a difference between intense crying and the stifled cries that followed- probably only lasted for about five minutes, but time ticks along slowly when you are trying to calm your baby in a cramped space. And what seemed to calm him? The bounce’n’jiggle jig of course! You know that move where you bounce your baby on your knee, facing you, facing away from you, hold him up and jiggle him a little – whatever works!

I did find temporary relief when the stewardess came over the intercom and said, “We will be together for 2 hours and 14 minutes…blah blah blah”, I tuned out once I heard the time. Ok, just over two hours, WE CAN DO THIS! But then, five minutes later, when we still hadn”t left the ground, she pretty much repeated the same thing! What?! So I guess she must be referring to flying time, because even 15 minutes later, when we were finally in the air the countdown had not moved anywhere: still 2 hours and 14 min (of fun, I might add!). When Niko continued to cry, despite my best efforts at the bounce’n’jiggle jig, my friendly seatmate suggested he might be thirsty and also went on to say: “When the air pressure gets to be too much for your baby’s ears you better have cotton to put in them”. Hmm…I think I will just file that information under Usefulness Pending.

But, once we were in the air Niko pretty much calmed down, other than a few baby squeaks here and there. Phewf!


Now that our trip is coming to a close, both Niko and I think it has been a great success! We managed to fly here, rent a car and make our way around Halifax (in part due to our trusty GPS, aka Susan).  Most of our trip has been made up of visits to friends and family including: Grandmother and Grandad, Uncle Bob and Deb, Joan and Doug, Aunt Marion and Wayne, and today to finish off with Aunt Angela, Emma, Noah, Uncle Jimmy and another visit to Grandmother’s house. And of course our lovely hosts: Natalie, Darren, Charlotte and Lauren have been most welcoming and gracious! Charlotte and Lauren have taken a particular interest in little Niko and have supervised and helped out with many a diaper change! I am sure they will make fabulous babysitters one day, but at the ages of six and four they remain babysitters in training.

Tomorrow Niko and I are flying back to Ottawa and we are really excited to be reunited with Borys and Frasier! On our daily telephone chats Borys has been talking to Niko and it is so cute to see Niko’s expression as he tries to figure out where that familiar voice is coming from: eyebrows raised, half-smiling and curiously adorable! This trip has definitely helped to build my travel confidence and also reiterated how challenging being a single parent would be. I mean to take care of the babe on my own 24/7, despite the helping hands of Charlotte and Lauren has been a learning experience. Actually, Niko has been a wonderful baby this trip, it was just last night when he had sort of a bad evening right around bedtime and was screaming almost unconsolably for about two hours: as Darren said, “Whew, Niko’s pissed!” And he was! But who’s to blame him? He had been constipated for about 48 hours, and only finally got some relief this morning! Yah, as dealing with a gassy child during my impending travels (including a stopover) tomorrow is a challenge I would not necessarily want to face alone.


Arrived safely in Halifax? Check!

Proud of myself for making this journey (including a stopover), with a baby and both of us ending up in tact? Check!

Is the title of this blog entry a bit of an exaggeration? Check!

Sometimes I am left wondering why I pack so much extra stuff for the baby – you know that staff for the “what if” scenarios. Well, yesterday I finally got good use of the “what if” stuff that had always been packed and never really used, when I ended up busting out the extra outfit for Niko in the Toronto airport. I was always warned about changing little boys’ diapers, and the possibility of an impending arched fountain or waterfall that may occur mid diaper change, and yesterday I experienced this full on in the comfort of the bustling public bathroom at Pearson International. Can you say joy? But like I said that “what if” outfit came in mighty handy! And once I got him changed we were good to go for the next leg of our journey.


According to Daddy three major developments took place in the life of our child yesterday: two of which I will also vouch for. First off, on Wednesday nights I usually go to a cardio-kickboxing class, but seeing as my back is bothering me this week, I decided to take the night off from cardio class, and run a few errands – ranging from picking up poop-n-scoop bags for Frasier to indulging in a pedicure (and a few others in between!) I am still amazed, when left to my own devices, at how much I can accomplish in an hour or two these days (as opposed to the pre-Niko days).  Anyway, as I was getting ready to go Borys urgently called me back up the stairs to see this first “milestone”.  Sure enough Niko was holding Sophie the Giraffe and bringing her up to his mouth to chew.  Borys tested a few times to make sure it wasn’t a fluke and each time, Niko grabbed the giraffe and brought it back to his mouth.  Now this may sound like no big deal, but this show of hand eye coordination had yet to be seen from our little babe, so in our eyes, this was very exciting! And again, I am amazed at what now “excites” us, to when I compare what was categorized as excitement in the pre-Niko days.

Round two of the “milestones” happened when I returned home. As I gingerly walked up the snowy steps in my flip-flops (careful to take care of those pampered toes), and into the house, I immediately heard Borys calling from upstairs: “Alli, come here! Come here!”, not in a tone of panic but again one of those post-Niko birth excited type voices.  So, I made my way as quickly as I could all the way to the upstairs bathroom to find Niko on his back on the counter (post-diaper change I am assuming) and Borys excitedly saying “Daddy!” in this really over-exaggerated (and I guess funny) voice! Well, lo and behold, Niko was giggling, and it was adorable! Giggling! What a wonderful sound to hear coming from your baby – once I find my camera (it’s currently MIA – but so were my license and cell phone, and I found both of them) I have to get a video of this! Borys swears he was “really” giggling even more before I got there. However I did catch the tail end, and it was worth putting my pedicure in jeopardy to hear that lovely sound! (P.S. – My pedicure survived the rush, impeccably).

And the thrid “milestone” which I have yet to bare witness to, but will write about anyway seeing as Borys claims it’s true, is that Niko said “Dah-dee” a.k.a. “Daddy”! Hmm…I am not too sure about that one.


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