Aidan's room

Aidan had his 18 months check up with the health nurse last Thursday. As usual I didn't book Aidan in on time and he went in at 20 months instead. Aidan's height and weight was once again in the last percentile but his head circumference was in the 25th percentile. Yeb.. he is built like a lollipop. The nurse confirmed that Aidan is very healthy. However, she cringe when I told her that Aidan is co-sleeping with us. She frowned and shook her finger at me (like the way I shake my finger at Aidan when he is naughty) and said *tsk tsk tsk* "no no no.. co-sleeping at his age will disturb you and him and you HAVE to move him into his OWN ROOM.."

We have been co-sleeping with Aidan since he was 7 months and this only happened after we traveled to Taiwan and back. This somehow was the trigger point of no return and every time we talked about moving Aidan to his own room. We somehow convince ourselves that we needed to co-sleep with Aidan (please note: most of the convincing came from Colin though). I ended up convincing myself to move upstairs to my own room since a few months ago. The sleep has been pretty bad for me because I am a light sleeper. Aidan likes to kick me when he sleeps and I somehow end up lying half on the railing net and half in bed (the railing is really to prevent me from falling off the bed). He also does the usual 360 spin in bed type of sleeping as most kids do.

Even though Colin has changed our sleep formation and decided to sleep in the middle of the bed to stop me from getting kicked. But of course as predicted, he is just as a bad sleeper. Two nights ago, during his sleep, he decided to resume the thinking man position and rose in the middle of the night to perch his elbow on my belly whilst holding his chin. I of course woke up and slapped him across his head and he fell back on to his pillow continuing to sleep. As usual the next day I was accused of dreaming up things again.

From that day onwards, I made an executive decision that I need to be in my bed without Aidan and with Col way on the other side of the bed. Today, I took the initiative to start decorating Aidan's room and also recruiting his help. This hopefully will entice him to sleep in there by himself in the future. Also to aid my plan of putting him to sleep in that room during his midday naps.

Decoration in progress...

Buttercup yellow chair

Makeover of our old stool...

Before

After

yey.. buttercup yellow stool!

Hatching a dinosaur

A while ago, I saw these dehydrated dinosaur eggs in one of those National Geographic shops. ahhhh.. the childhood memories.... I remembered my dad used to bring back dehydrated towels, dinosaurs, fish, t-shirts, etc.. back in the 80s for my brother and I to throw into the bath tub and watch it expand. So, as you can imagine my excitement for seeing those dinosaur eggs.. I was as happy as a leprechaun finding gold! I so desperately wanted Aidan to experience my fascination of "re-hydration" and "expansion". However, Colin had always managed to stop me before I buy one of them expensive rubbish from those National Geographic shops. So.. on one of them very fine day, while strolling through a fab $2 shop in Box Hill (I am secretly very fond of $2 shops), I spotted them miniature dinos in eggs.... 1 for $2.50!!! So, of course why oh why would I want Aidan to miss out on the joy of re-hydrating one of these fab things.

After we got home, Aidan and I filled up the plastic egg with water and gave it death stares in hope it would hatch quickly.

filled with water!!! wahahahah!

Day 1: we stared.. and nothing.. then Aidan lost interest and nicked off.. So.. I was staring alone for a few minutes.. but also nothing..

Day 2: we stared and it had a hair line fracture in the morning.. we stared again in the afternoon and it had a bigger crack..

woohoo.. its hatched..

Day 3: why is it stillllll like day 2? isn't the dinosaur suppose to be hatched completely??

So.. of course I had to poke it with a bbq skewer and ta da... its almost out of the egg..

So.. after I poked it several times, I decided it can no longer hatch some more, so I made the executive decision to take the dinosaur out. But of course I cannot open the clear plastic egg and begged Colin to open it for me. He took the egg out of the room and returned with the dinosaur (apparently he had to bash it with a hammer and left a wet puddle on the laundry floor which I mistook it for cat pee). Then just like a kid.. I lost interest after I saw the ugly dinosaur, which was rather badly made.. it had extra plastic flaps on its hand which resembled a pizza. ho hummm... note to self.. do not buy rubbish

Got a Hairy for the year of tigerrrrrrrr

Last Friday, Aidan got his very first hairy appointment.. uh-humm not from me but from a professional in Boxhill by the name of Hannah. This recommendation came from Auntie Mi and of course Cameron gets his handsome hairy from Hannah.

To my surprise, Aidan was very very good and didn't move much. I actually went armed with munchies, i.e. pretzels, dried apples, biscuits, etc... and I didn't have to use any of it. Hannah was quite fast and cut Aidan's hair very quickly. As for the result??? you can see for yourself in the below piccies...