These were the darkest hours. I don’t like to remember them. But I can’t pretend they didn’t exist
Browsing: Baby Mark
Feng’s parents are nice people, albeit very stubborn and convinced that they know best. They also tend to forget their only son is almost 40, not 10, and they constantly remind him to dress warm, look both ways when crossing the street, get a better job, buy insurance, etc. Their motto should be “if it’s not broken, let’s fix it anyway”.
Traveling—and later immigrating to Canada—taught me to be less judgmental. We are a multicultural family and we blend our cultures, traditions and ways of living in this multicultural and diverse country. This taught me that there are many ways to live life and that no one really has a perfect instruction manual. Do you know what else taught me to keep my thoughts to myself? Having a baby.
Mark is now eleven-month-old and it’s getting harder and harder to see him as a baby: he morphed into a little boy full of energy, with his own personality, likes and dislikes.
One day you look back and you realize how much things have changed. There is “then”… and there is “now”. Yes, ten months of parenting make you wiser (and slightly lazier)!
Once upon a time, in my teens, parks were the place where you could: 1) hide when you skip class (not me, obviously) 2) smoke a cigarette discreetly (not me, obviously) 3) smoke illegal substances somewhat discreetly (still not me, bien sûr) 4) kiss and maybe more or maybe not with your boyfriend (not me either, come on!). Now, parks are where I unleash the “dragon”, as known as baby Mark.
Baby Mark is turning ten-month-old today, and as usual, I am marveling over the fact the tiny little thing I carried for nine months turned into a very energetic dragon.
We are back in Canada after a month spent in France, and Mark learned tons of new skills, some commendable other not so much.
Put him down for a second on the floor, on the grass, on the sand and you will see him quickly analyzing his surroundings, like some kind of Terminator. Once the “scan” is complete, he usually makes a beeline for what I hope he wouldn’t notice—the wires, the plugs, anything fragile or breakable, anything dangerous.
Don’t get me wrong—I am not a very politically correct person and I like to call a spade a spade. But when did it become okay to comment on people’s appearance like that? It’s not like I am offended or anything. But I don’t think it’s very healthy to start telling a kid he is too fat or too skinny. The fact that Mark doesn’t understand doesn’t make it okay.
We are celebrating Mark’s nine-month birthday in France this July, and it has definitely been an interesting milestone! After month one, month two, month three, month four, month five, month six and month seven and month eight… here is month nine!
The first thing I did in France was to get a haircut. I needed a fresh start.
One of my goals for this trip was to “reboot” my brain. After a major lifestyle change—going from an office job to freelancing—, the nine months of pregnancy and then the first eight months with bébé, I was in survival mode.
I’m pretty friendly with strangers and chatting with people is natural to me—most Canadians are super friendly.
That said, some people are just plain weird. Especially when you happen to have a child in a stroller with you.
Here are a few “WTF” interactions I had with people lately.
Before I had Mark, I was prepared for a number of baby-related duties, including breastfeeding or bottle-feeding, diaper-changing, etc. I also knew that I would eventually get peed on, spit on and poop on.
But no one had told me I would have to spend every waking hour with a baby in my arms.
I love vegetables and I must admit that I don’t understand why they are at…
Mark is turning eight months on June 12—yes, already!
Baby Mark has changed a lot lately. He has become a little baby boy with his own personality and he can now express himself very well. He is tiring… exhausting, even, but he is a happy curious baby most of the time.
Everybody said so: “raising kids gets easier with time, it does get better”.
These wise souls just didn’t say when.
Mark is turning seven-month-old on May 12, and it’s time for the monthly highlight of new baby skills learned and milestones reached!
Baby Mark is starting to eat solid foods. This is a big milestone and a learning curve. Seriously, never take any basic life skill from granted—watching a baby discovering a spoon and the concept of eating is pretty hilarious.
This doesn’t make me wonder woman. I have no special powers, I put all my freaking energy into my new job because guess what—parenting is a learning curve. Just because I pushed a baby out of me didn’t turn me into a know-it-all. Mark didn’t come with an instruction manual.
People like to say babies bring out the best in everyone. It is true that people love babies—well, especially when they are quiet and smiling in their stroller. I am always amazed at how much attention Mark is getting when we go out together and the support I got from people around me is pretty amazing.
Yet, there are four types of people who are likely to drive you crazy after you had a baby…
Can you believe I have been a mother for six months now? I am past the “probationary period”—and I haven’t been fired yet!
Mark is turning six months old on April 12, 2013, and he is not a newborn anymore—he graduated to the “baby” stage. And bébé Mark learned a lot of new skills this month!
The strength of babies always surprises me. You wouldn’t think these tiny little things can wrestle with a grown-up… yet they do. And they are strong!
Having a baby changes everything… for a little while. After the first angsty few months, life goes on and you are not so new at mothering. Sure, like in a new job, so you are still trying to please your big boss—but hey, the world won’t collapse if you check your personal emails at work and take a slightly longer lunch break once in a while. Well, it’s the same thing with mothering.