Last weekend I had a perfect weekend. I might add “at home”, as our other recent perfect weekend was the weekend we took our baby away for the first time.
Our perfect weekend was busy, but started with a relaxed Friday afternoon. On Friday my husband finished early at work so we picked our baby up together and went for a walk in the park.
It is the same park where we watched numerous sunsets together. It is also where my husband proposed many years ago.
I read many books during my pregnancy to prepare me for motherhood, and realized quickly that the books can’t teach you everything. The more you read the more confused you get.
The big learning starts once your little one arrives.
This is what my baby taught me in his first 12 months. Continue reading Six things my baby taught me
What is time out?
When you have children, the first meaning that comes to your mind might be “A brief period of time during which a misbehaving child is put on their own so that they can regain control over their emotions” (Oxford Dictionary).
For sport fanatics it can be “A brief break in play in a game or sport”.
When working on an old computer with slow internet you might think about “A cancellation or cessation that automatically occurs when a predefined interval of time has passed without a certain event occurring.”
All of these definitions can be found in the Oxford Dictionary. The time out I want to talk about is the following one: “Time for rest or recreation away from one’s usual work or studies”.
I have to start by saying I can’t believe we are already in October. Where has the year gone?
I remember January. February as well because my baby started going to nursery school. Somewhere in June or July we had one week winter (I enjoy the winter, but somehow it just gets shorter and shorter). In September my baby turned one, and now we are halfway through October.
I have read much books and watch many different dvd’s on the difference between men and women… mom vs dad. One of my favorites is “Laugh your way to a better marriage” by Mark Gungor. The series starts with “A tale of two brains”, and it is so funny. A book I enjoyed a lot is “Men are like waffles women are like spaghetti”, by Bill and Pam Farrel.
I definitely don’t know everything about my husband, but I thought I understood his thinking pattern after pre-marriage counselling, personality tests and all this dvd’s and books. If you read “My husband, the entertainer” you might understand a bit about the personality gap between us.