Second Childhood

I apologize again for not writing on my blog for three days straight. I promised myself I would stay away from the computer as much as I can, and spend real quality time with my daughter on weekends. (Another reason is I was too freaked out when she pulled the Macbook from the table onto the floor and my hubby almost lost all his files, including his business plan. Thank God it's working still!)

Today, I actually sat down on the floor to play with my baby, went inside her apple tent, read her story books, and looked silly using different voices for her dolls and stuffed toys. I must admit after doing this for 12 hours straight, I am exhausted! It's easy to be immature, yes, but it's not a joke pretending I'm 15 months old. Thank God I am working or else I will lose my sanity if I do this everyday of my life.

I mean, I really love my daughter and enjoy playing with her and seeing her happy but it is an effort to be crawling on the floor, playing with drums and building blocks (especially after a night out with friends the night before). I am so lucky I have the nanny coming in tomorrow, plus an indoor playground downstairs where she can play with other kids so I don't have to act like one.

On the other hand, it makes me wish I was a child again. The toys sold nowadays are so interesting, I only had Barbie back then, not Baby Alive. I also did not have any dancing Elmo but watched Sesame Street on TV. Life was so much easier then, just receiving the toys as gifts from my parents, as opposed to buying them for my daughter now! My friend reminded me last night that my daughter might be my "karma," for I was such a spoiled kid before. Oh no, it's payback time! (I'm already feeling it... humidifier for baby or new pair of shoes? Of course the answer is the former, sad to say!)

It was also much easier being the one with a tantrum... "Dad, if you don't get me a pair of Giordano jeans or Nike Air, I am not going home on time." Now I am the one challenged to deal with my daughter's little tantrums (yes, she is starting young)! Thanks to friends who are also moms, I tried the "time out" approach for the first time today. Guess what, it didn't work!

Now I am not sure about what I said before, that being a parent is easier, as your child grows older. At the rate my daughter is going, I say no comment! I witnessed how she bullied other kids at the playground today (she made a 3 year old girl cry after she took the toy away from her). God forbid, I hope she is not like me (or her father for that matter) or else I will be frequenting the principal's office by the time she goes to school! I remember the times my parents had to pay a visit to the head office for my misbehavior.

Ahhh! I can already feel gray hair coming out of my head! Can I please be the child again in the family? I need a Freaky Friday moment...