Tano is like a child to us. Before Georgie, he would sleep with us in bed. And i don’t mean at the bottom of the bed, curled in a corner. No. Tano used to sleep with his head on my pillow! He would stretch his body out and lay his head down. If only someone was there to take a picture of the three of us. So when I found out I was pregnant, one of my first thoughts was how Tano would deal with it…and more importantly how WE would deal with it. Having both the baby and the dog in bed wasn’t an option for us so when I was around 6 months we began training Tano to sleep in a basket in the living room. The first few nights were torture. He would scratch at the door for HOURS! He just couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t let him in. Oh my heart! I was tough though and that probably was the reason he ‘got it’ within three nights. When Georgie came along, he didn’t really seem to care. He was allowed to sniff and lick his little hands, which he only did about twice. no connection was forming at least not until Georgie started crawling. Since then Tano has become his best friend. With every passing day I notice Georgie becoming affectionate with Tano even running to show him something and ‘talking’ to him. I’m quite proud I’ve given my baby such a strong beginning in a little thing called friendship.
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This evening, after tucking in Georgie, papa, S and I stepped outside for a ciggie and a glass of wine. Looking at the poor state my unimaginative drawings on the veranda wall were, we decided to get down and dirty. Enjoyed every minute of it!
The other day I remembered a usual and casual evening i spent with my friend and her toddler when i was pregnant with Georgie. We were at a restaurant and the little one would not sit still! Nothing unusual there, right? But then he started playing with the napkins, a spoon, the ketchup bottle eventually throwing everything on the floor resulting in a lot of noise. My friend continued our conversation only stopping to replace everything back on the table. I couldn’t help but notice…and judge her. My child, i said to myself, will never be like that. Fast forward a year and a few months later and i’m handing him spoons, ketchup bottles, water bottles and napkin holders to play with…while i continue my conversation with my friends.
So yesterday i managed to tick off quite a few things off my list. I washed my hair -and used a mask!- painted my nails-and toenails!- spring-cleaned Georgie’s wardrobe and watched My Week with Marilyn. What an actress michelle williams is! Truly impressed! And of course totally mesmerized by Marilyn and her life.
I have just dropped Georgie off at his grandmother’s. He will be staying the night and i have no plans so here’s what I’ll do
1. Wash my hair.. I can’t even remember that last time…think it was Saturday. Eeek! maybe i should put on a mask too.
2. Cut my toenails. Why is everything I am mentioning so gross?