Love and food

All that's been on my mind lately is food and sleep.

For a while now I've struggled to fall asleep. I think it's a pattern that I've carried on from when I was pregnant with baby boy. And the negative effects have really started to bother me. So husband took it upon himself to help me regain a healthy sleeping habit. He achieved this by teaching me some skills which he acquired from his mission (I guess missionaries have so much on their minds that some struggle to fall asleep). The first thing he said to do was to be in bed 30mins before the designated bed time. This means I must be all snuggled in by 10pm because baby boy is up and ready for the day at 6am. Once in bed I needed to fully relax my body through breathing exercises. When breathing in through the nose, I concentrated on the cold air flowing into the body. And then had to concentrate on the warm air leaving the mouth. Slowly but surely I managed to forget all the to do lists, the day and no longer fussed over the next day. And when the breathing exercise is done correctly, I'm usually comfortably sleeping in less than 15mins. Isn't love an awesome thing, a person even cares about whether or not you're sleeping well. Thanks husband.

And about food, oh man food. For about a week now I've lazed around the house facing major nausea. Too much info? My apologies. Alright, on to food again. So for that previously mentioned reason, food has been quite an issue. The only thing my body craves are tomatoes sprinkled with salt, fresh croissants, sweet naartjies (clementines), granny smith apples and a big fat juicy piece of steak. I also have the odd seafood craving which can sometimes prove to be rather expensive. Today all I wanted to eat was a comforting meal that would remind me of home. If you grew up in Cape Town then you know that meal consists of: chicken, potatoes, rice and butternut. Done! Maybe add some coleslaw but I couldn't master up enough patience to grate the carrots and cabbage. The meal was good, baby boy tore it apart and all he could say was ummmm, yummy, uhmm. Then he put his drumstick down his shirt. Not sure what that's about. When I looked at him questioningly, he simply replied with a "what?" - said with a strong emphasis on the t.

"What" has been his favourite word these days. He also reprimands himself when he does something wrong but still continues doing it, whatever 'it' is. It's kind of funny to see him point saying "no no no Urijah". At least now I know he knows when he's in the wrong, I just wish he'd listen to me more. Oh well, I think that will be a struggle of a lifetime, I'm just glad he listens to me most of the time. As a new parent, I'm learning to pick my battles. Baby boy is inquisitive and discovering the world around him, he's also trying to see what actions get certain reactions out of me. So I have to be smarter with my mothering skills. A game of love and the occasionally a game of minds.

A cheers to the month of March, looking forward to a warm April. By the way, every time I say cheers to someone over the phone, usually an American, they think I'm toasting as in clink-clinking glasses. So often I need to explain that I'm just saying goodbye. 

Peace