We have a bilingual child!

After waking up from her nap, M had a story she urgently needed to share with me. The only parts of her serious babbling which I could understand were Croatian words "Zeko kaka!" I understood the words, but I wasn't sure what it was she wanted to communicate. After telling her twice that I wasn't sure what she was trying to say, M switched to English: "Rabbit poo!" That explained nothing, but I was pretty proud that our daughter can name animal poo in two languages.

I'm a great housewife

Our apartment's so dirty that I'm tempted to take out my contact lenses so I don't have to think about it.

Pregnant lady's problems

One of the positive things about being pregnant is never worrying about what I'll wear, since I only own two pairs of pregnancy trousers and three shirts and I don't fit into any of my regular clothes. Not having numerous choices is a huge relief. Now I can focus on worrying about real problems. Like, world peace.

Stupid things I did today

Stupid things I did today: I couldn't remember pin numbers for neither my private nor work account while trying to pay in the shop, spent at least 5 minutes parking in the spot which would easily fit two of our cars, tried to take out my contact lenses after I had already taken them out, drove into a tree. Time to go to sleep and probably continue being stupid in my dreams.

Every day is your birthday

We celebrated M's second birthday two weeks ago. Her Granny and Grampa came from England for a week and on Sunday, which was M's actual birthday, we opened all the presents together, sang "Happy birthday" and went for breakfast to our favourite breakfast place in the whole world - McDonald's. After M's nap, a proper party started. There was cake (I baked the whole previous evening and was terrified of poisoning our guests, taking my non-existent baking powers into the account), there was a birthday candle (the one from last year, in the shape of the number 1, because I forgot to buy a candle this year and plus, M can't read or count yet so why bother) and since three of her little friends came over, there were even more presents to open. Little neighbour from downstairs brought M a home-made birthday crown which M wore proudly for the whole two minutes and there was more singing of "Happy birthday" going on.

Today, two weeks later, M was getting ready to go to the daycare when she noticed the crown on the shelf and quickly put it on her head. Then she announced: "M birthday" and started singing Happy birthday to herself. The crown stayed on all the way to the car. More singing. The crown was on in the car, more singing and demanding that Mama also sings along. I tried explaining that it wasn't actually her birthday and that we could sing a different song, but was turned down with the best possible argument: "No". Followed by a loud version of "Happy birthday, dear M", sung by M.

While I was getting M out of the car, I noticed that the crown fell off her head and I quickly hid it under the car seat while distracting M by pointing out an extremely interesting rock on the ground. Not having to explain to the daycare staff that it wasn't actually her birthday again but that she would appreciate it if they sang along made my morning a lot easier.

Honestly, mostly because I would have probably felt upset if I had found out that they refused to sing and treat my birthday girl with all the attention she needed on her special day. Even if it was her second birthday second time this year.

Letter to my daughter in expectation of her little brother

My dear Moki,

Waiting for your brother to arrive and change our lives completely once again, leaves me with all sorts of mixed emotions. The concept of mixed emotions might be a little bit difficult for you to grasp because I'm struggling with explaining it as well.

So far you can only name three emotions: happy, sad and “asleep” (“spawa”), which I know isn’t an emotion, but you don’t. You also feel anger and frustration a lot and I’ve been trying to encourage you to name that as well, but you’re too angry to listen to me at those moments.

I don’t feel sad or happy or “asleep” but I do feel lots of different emotions which I find difficult to pin down and name. For your sake, I’ll keep it basic.

Waiting for your brother makes me a little bit sad.

I’m fully aware of the fact that the time when there were just the three of us (I’m leaving Klara out of this emotional mess, she’s literally asleep, by the way) existed in our special little world, is about to end. I have to admit something: after you were born, I cried a lot. I felt lost and confused. It felt like waking up in a parallel universe, where most of the things looked the same, but functioned in a different way. And no one told me the rules of the new world. All I had were some contradictory guidelines which I wasn’t sure if and how to follow. So I cried, wishing your dad and me had our old life back, in which we were allowed to be as irresponsible as we wanted. I was looking at you and thought you were cute, but I had no idea what to do with you. 

That slowly started changing, though. Your Dad and I started spending our evenings looking at your photos and talking about how adorable you were in every way and how much we missed you after you fall asleep even though we were grateful you weren’t awake any more. Soon we couldn’t remember what our lives were like before and what it was that we actually missed. At the moment the three of us exist and enjoy our little bubble, with our intern jokes, and you are definitely our equal. We went from being a couple, to being a family of three.

So it makes me a bit sad to think that this phase will come to an end. That we will never again be a family of three and you will never again be the only baby we focus on. It makes me sad to think that your brother won’t just be changing your Dad and me, this time your little world will be rocked and turned upside down as well and you’re so tiny and confused as is already.

At the same time, I’m happy. You changed our lives for better, and I know that your brother will do the same. And it will be lovely to experience all of the first smiles, laughs, rolling over, attempts at sitting up, attempts to walk, to speak, to trick us into staying up just a bit longer once again... We learned from you how amazing all of that is and this time you’ll be with us to experience it all and comment on it. The three of us, the “older” ones, can sit together and comment on how silly the baby’s being. I’m excited about your brother learning to say your name more than I’m excited about him calling me “Mama”.

I’m happy that you’ll get to be someone’s big sister because you’re amazing and you have so much to teach him. You thought us so much when we thought we knew everything already! You showed us how not to rush places but instead to stop every now and then and collect some rocks and sticks (maybe smell the flowers while we’re at it), how to put Lego blocks together to make a garage which fits nothing at all but has some animals on the roof and how to resist the urge to build that said garage “properly”, how to demand more of what we enjoy because there’s no reason we should stop kissing just because it’s bath time. And your brother will know nothing to start with. What a great tiny blank canvas for you to paint on with your cute little dirty fingers.

I’m also happy because I can tell that you’re growing into a great little girl which means that your Dad and I are doing a good job, even though we were so confused and scared at the start. It makes me braver when I think about your little baby brother and our future lives together.

In addition to all of this, I'm starting to understand what to feel “asleep” (“spawa”) might mean. We can consider it an emotion because I could now describe it as a feeling of complete calm that resurfaces when you’re lying in bed, thinking about your baby girl who's growing into a proper girl and her baby brother who'll we'll get to meet soon. "Asleep" means enjoying your present life, feeling happy and fulfilled reflecting on the past and excitedly looking forward to the future. That is how your mama feels. A little bit sad, but mostly happy and definitely “spawa”.