Archive for August, 2013

Room For 1 More

August 29, 2013

Keane is proud to share the news with everyone (although I think most people know at this point) that in just over 5 months, he’s going to be a BIG brother. Yes, momma finally relented on her decision to only have one baby. She has put her selfish needs for sleep, alone time, date nights, girlie nights, adult conversations, alcohol, long runs for solitude, watching non-animated TV shows or listening to gangsta rap full of catchy profanities aside for a few more years (well, months in the case of alcohol, cos at this stage, this mother will take what she can get) all in the name of avoiding any feelings of guilt or regret in the years to come that I was the reason Keane somehow missed out on having a “Stand by Me childhood. So February 2014, we will welcome a brand new baby Shinkins-Doyle.

Keane initially showed very little interest in his future brother or sister, until I explained that there was a baba in the picture, then he became more curious.

Then he got all Hannibal Lecter and thought it would be hilarious to eat his future brother or sister.

It was a plaid shirt and cowboy boots type celebration for Keane’s friend Gavin who turned 1 last weekend. The little birthday boy looking way western in his sheriff onesie.

The big cake moment.

Not sure what it was about the whole cake, candle blowing festivities that made little Gavin so upset.

Feeling a lot safer in mom’s arms, Gavin decides to give the cake a taste test.

I think he liked it.

Keane and the birthday boy sneak off for a little play time.

Gavin proudly shows off his newly acquired walking skills.

New Arrivals

August 22, 2013

Congratulations to my big brother Edward and his wife Sarah on the arrival of their newest little bundle. Baby Nathan Shinkins. Finally Keane is no longer the youngest cousin. We can’t wait to meet the squishy peanut in a couple of weeks.

Keane (with a little help from momma) used his new chalkboard to send his wee cousin a welcome message.

Making it very clear that he was tired of posing with his little billboard, “oops momma, the chalkboard fell

But what a perfect surface for a little Riverdance practice.

“Honestly momma, it just fell”

The First Cut

August 17, 2013

There was the beginnings of a definite mullet forming in the back of my baby’s head, and small little curls were starting to fall over each his ears. There was no denying that it was now time for Keane to have his first haircut. The Husband had insisted that he would be the one to give Keane his first cut. But with hair as soft as a baby duck, I had horrible visions of my son losing not only all of his hair, but his entire scalp to The Husband’s overly aggressive vacuum and shred style clippers. So today, with The Husband far far away in the land of Russia, I took Keane to get his very first trim.

Everything was going fine. Keane choose himself a little police car seat to sit in and was happily pretending to drive, when all of a sudden the hair stylist dared to come over and buckle him into his seat, you know, just to make sure he wouldn’t fall out. With the distinct loss of freedom and open dislike for restriction, Keane lost it. Here we are in full melt down mode. Tears, snots, all of it.

Then all of a sudden, everything was fine. The tears stopped just as quickly as they started.

But just to let me know he wasn’t fully over it, Keane gave me one last angry face, flashing all 4 of his teeth to make sure I understood that he was really pissed. Then suddenly, he was over it again and looking very sharp with his new do.

Toddler Hulk

August 11, 2013

Am a broken women. And my silence on the blog front all this week, is a direct result of that brokenness. I’ve put in what can only be described as the toughest week ever in my short life as a mother. Literally overnight my sweet, happy, energetic toddler did a complete 180 and became a baby I did not recognize nor was I prepared for. He has in essence morphed into the Incredible Hulk of toddlers.

True the 5 consecutive sleepless nights due to teething pain have done nothing to help either of our daylight moods. But on top of that I learned this week that my baby does not like to be told “no“. In fact, the word “no” has become a type of trigger for him. A trigger that once fired will result in a complete and utter meltdown. We are talking meltdowns of the throw ourselves on the floor, screaming, kicking and often a touch of rigidness kind. The ultimate and every mothers worst nightmare style meltdown.  And I never saw it coming. In fact, the first time it happened, I was sure I was dreaming. “Surely not my child? He’s just so perfect”. Yet there it was, happening in real time, right in front of me. My little Bruce Banner had had his anger ignited by the word “no” and now I was to suffer the wrath of the Toddler Hulk. The incident repeated itself a further 2 more times throughout the week and thank goodness each time we were in the privacy of our own home. Had all this gone down in a public place, am not sure what I would have done.

But it wasn’t all teething and tantrums this week, it was also a week of fun and discovery as Keane got busy with his new favorite toy, Mr. Potato Head. Big “Thank You” to cousin Paul and James for sending this to Keane. He loves it.

Keane and I spent a lot of time putting together a variety of faces for Mr. Potato Head as I sang all the songs I could think of relating to eyes, ears, noses and mouths. Eventually I left him to his own devices to create and explore.

And this is the Mr. Potato Head my clever little man created. I LOVE it. I wonder if this is really how Keane sees the human face?

Ta-Dah”. Very proud of his creation.