Life with a 2.5 month old: Baby Grins

You know that magical moment when your baby suddenly lets go of the boob to which she has been almost permanently attached since the moment of her birth, looks at you for a second and suddenly breaks into her first toothless baby grin? You jump up with excitement, elated that the baby has finally recognised your existence. But then, the said baby emits a series of distinctive pooping sounds, which crudely bring you back to reality, making you realise that her smile probably wasn’t directed at you but at her pooping efforts, and actually wasn’t a smile at all but a random pooping grimace. The same scenario plays out day after day, taking its toll on your confidence, and making you question more and more your importance in this little pooping person’s life.

Thankfully, we are past that stage.  These days, when Kvakushka smiles at me, I know she means it. Or at least, these days she smiles at me as often as at her pooping efforts. So we have these daily grinning sessions, when we grin and coo at each other, and it’s so magical that I wanna die. She also does this thing when she sticks her tongue out as she smiles widely and its ridiculously cute, but of course she’ll have to grow out of it by the time she is out there in the world because, I’m sorry, but that’s not how good girls smile, and we gotta start enforcing the good girl complex as early as possible here.

I don’t have any photographic evidence of her smiling because in those moments I’m usually too busy grinning back. But here is a frowny face instead:


Oh wait, here is actually half a smile:


In other news, I found that I need a lot more clothes than my baby because when she spits up, she manages to do it all over me and leave herself and her surroundings totally clean. Not that I want to get into the habit of comparing my children, but Koopa was never that good at aiming (still isn’t, heh). She’s like the champion spitter upper.

Now, if you will excuse me, I am off to attend another grinning session, possibly followed by another change of outfit on my part.

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Koopa’s words disappeared

Here is a book I’d recommend wholeheartedly to any parent of a child with Selective Mutism, or any other kind of anxiety-related disorder. The book, written an illustrated by Elaneh Bos, is called “Leo’s Words Disappeared”, and is about a little boy who starts school and discovers that he can’t say a single word there.


The book follows Leo through a journey to get his words back, and along the way teaches the child and their parent some useful tools for dealing with anxiety. It comes with an accompanying activity journal, which is also amazing, and focuses on developing self-awareness and practicing various tools introduced in the book. The author, Elaneh Bos, herself a parent of a child who had Selective Mutism, has written a number of other books that teach children how to deal with emotions and with their various inner selfs.

I was a bit skeptical when suggesting this book to Koopa one night before bedtime. Not because of the book, but because he is just so self-motivated and in his own bubble, that it’s usually quite difficult to introduce new things to him, let alone new activities, when it’s something initiated by him. But to my surprise, he agreed and it went very well. It was a bit funny at first, because when we read it for the first time, Koopa didn’t seem to make a connection between him and Leo, because at the end he announced “Well, I wouldn’t want that to happen to me!” I don’t know what he thinks happened to his words, but apparently he didn’t make the connection between Leo and himself at first. Then, after a little talking and doing the activity book, he did. Now, he wants me to read this book every day at bedtime, and then we do a couple of pages from the activity journal. We have a lot of fun with it. Sometimes, he decides to read Leo’s part (when he does talk). Sometimes, I change it up and use the names of his classmates instead of Leo’s classmates, and change things Leo says to his classmates at the end to things Koopa would like to say to his friends. So, we’re having a lot of fun with it, and if nothing else, it makes him feel like he’s not the only one in the world whose words have disappeared.

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Things are better, things are worse?

I’m really not sure which. But here is update on Koopa’s SM issues and other stuff. First, we moved again in May this year (new house, same city, a nicer neighbourhood), and K started a new school around the same time. We were reluctant to change schools at first, but, in the long term, this seems to be a really positive change. The new school is much closer to our new place, it’s very small and has a family feel to it. There is one class per year, and it seems that it’s fairly easy to make friends there with kids and parents from Koopa’s year and other years. Everywhere we go now, we bump into people we know, which is super nice. It’s a small town we live in, and I like it, especially now that we go to school locally.

Because of a lot of changes around the same time (new baby, new house, new school), we decided not to wait till the beginning of a term/year, but have Koopa start the new school as soon as we got the place there, in mid-May. He cried really badly the first morning before school and it took some serious magic powers to get him to school that day, but after the first day, shockingly, he announced that he liked the new school better than the old one, and after a few days he already made some friends there. The school was super helpful in his adjustment process. Before his start date, they prepared a little welcome booklet for him with pictures of his classroom, his teachers and all the other relevant adults there, his classmates, two buddies that were assigned to him (one boy in his class and one in year 6), and the school rabbit. There was even a photo of the boys’ toilet there because they were aware of his toilet anxiety.

So all is well at the new school, and was well from the very first day there. I was surprised he wasn’t at all clingy in the mornings, had no problem staying at school, I am told that he seems happy there, plays with other kids and laughs, and loves participating in class activities and sharing his expertise on whales and other ocean creatures. All is well except for one thing. He doesn’t talk there at all. I expected him to be silent for the first a couple of weeks and then progress to whispering to at least some people at school, but hasn’t happened. Since the day he started there in early May, till the end of the school year at the end of July, he hasn’t uttered a single word there. So I’m a bit confused. There is every sign that he is comfortable and mostly happy there, perhaps happier than he was in his previous school, but the talking situation seems to have deteriorated (because he did talk in whisper in his previous school). Moreover, after he changed schools, he stopped whispering even to people who he used to whisper to outside of school, like his violin teacher and some friends of ours. These days, if we go to visit someone we haven’t seen in a while, he asks me “Mom, did I talk there before?”, meaning that he’s worried that he’ll suddenly start talking to someone who has never heard his voice before. So he doesn’t talk at all outside of home, just in case.

At this point, the only creature outside of family he interacts with verbally is the neighbour’s dog. He started speaking Russian to him at first, but I explained that the dog only understands English, and so he speaks English to him now, but only when his owner is not within hearing distance. They play over the fence. K would reach his hand between the wires of the fence into the neighbor’s yard, grab the ball and throw it over the fence, and whisper, “Jack, go get the ball!”, and Jack would obey, non-judgementally, as dogs tend to be. These interactions are double useful because they might also help Koopa’s fear of dogs. In the absence of the fence, he is terrified of them.

I have a lot of hope in this coming school year. In October, the school is going to send both his teacher and the TA for a day-long course on how to deal with kids with SM, and me and Gleb have been reserved a place there as well.

Also, we are waiting for a referral to a Speech and Language therapist. Also, we were told that Koopa might have Aspergers, and we’re currently in the process of assessing him. I don’t even know what I think about it anymore, but that’s another story. The important thing that something is hopefully going to change this coming school year. Something has to change, even if it’s only us finally finding a consistent support team.

Remarkably, this is going to be the first year since K was about 2 years old without any new houses, new countries, new babies, or new schools. Same old boring stuff. I’m seriously looking forward to it. Here is to boring!

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Now we are four

And now we are four. Koopa is officially a big brother. I’m officially a mom of two. Gleb has an official excuse not to take care of his facial hair for the next two years.


IMG_4705Koopa really wanted to name her Hairy Bay (or Harry Bay?), for reasons that remain a mystery to me, but we named her something else. I decided that I’m not going to call her Hairy Bay, even in this blog. Sorry, Koopa. She has a real name but at home we mostly call her Kvakushka (Kvakusha) which means something like ‘little frog’ in Russian.


Kvakushka’s entrance into this world was markedly different from Koopa’s birth six years ago. My labor with him in the US was heavily medicated, I was induced before my body was ready, and I felt completely powerless and a very passive participant of the whole process. There is no denying that I felt totally broken emotionally for weeks if not months after his birth (these sensations were, of course, accompanied by heavy feelings of guilt because I had a healthy baby and still wasn’t 100% happy). I wanted this second labor to be a healing experience, and it was. Things were quite intense, as labours tend to be, but I got a lot of support here, and Kvakushka was born in the water, in a birthing pool, which, I know, is a pretty hippy way to give birth by North American standards, but is totally mainstream here in the UK.


The fact that I have a daughter now feels completely surreal. I weeped when I first learned that I was pregnant, and when I saw on the ultrasound that I was having a girl, and when she was first put on my chest in the birthing pool. And then, when I was out of the water, and being stitched up, I kept weeping and weeping but not because of the wounds, but because of how sweet it was to see Gleb entertaining the girl in the meantime, and because the midwife said ‘I’ll be done soon and you can have a cuddle with your daughter’ (oh my God I have a daughter now!), and because of the writing on the wall that I was facing (the wall that was behind me when I was pushing her out) that said ‘If you believe in yourself, anything is possible’.


So, things are busy around here, but things feel right. It took us no time at all to get used to her presence, as if we’ve been heading here all along, and now things finally feel right. She is like the missing piece in the puzzle.


She’s 39 days old today.

Our first attempt at a family photo

Our first attempt at a family photo (i’m not entirely sure why Koopa is chewing on Gleb’s t-shirt)


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Still no talking… but things are moving

About a year and a half ago, I had optimistically declared that K had completely outgrown his Selective Mutism and was now able to speak normally in all settings. Well, fast forward 18 months, and what we see is K who is comfortably settled into whispering in all settings outside of home and family.

True, last school year back in Toronto we seemed to have a mini breakthrough that made me optimistic. He was silent for the first little while at school, but then gradually progressed to whispering and then even talking out loud to selected few there. He had started speaking occasionally in some other settings. Although he remained silent in most other settings, including his regular music classes with the Suzuki program, it felt like we started seeing some light at the end of the tunnel.

But then we moved again, and in September he started a new school again. (Seriously, he is so used to changing cities every year, that he’s recently asked me, in an unconcerned and curious tone of voice, “Mom, so what city are we gonna move to next year?” It’s sad. And we’re not even diplomats and not in the military.) He’s gotten comfortable at his new school pretty quickly, and started whispering there only after a few weeks, but then quickly hit a plateau. And that’s how things are now: he comfortably whispers or simply communicates in gestures at school as well as in all other out of home settings, but is showing no signs of further progress. He loses his voice as soon as we get off the bus on our way to school, regains it only after we get off the bus near our house at the end of the school day.

He hasn’t completely gotten over his fear of toilets either. He now agrees to use a toilet outside of home only if it has one stall because he doesn’t want to hear people flushing in other stalls. Wherever we’re out and about, I take with me a pair of ear protectors for him to wear (more of a psychological protection, since I don’t flush until he’s out, and we don’t go into bathrooms with more than one stalls), and a pack of post-it notes, in case we encounter one of those horrible automatic-flushing toilets.

He regularly acquires other anxieties, and establishes new rituals (like the urge to have all doors closed), some of which dissolve on their own after a while, and some stay. He is terrified of dogs, even small and old ones, even if they are far away. At this point, it seems most likely that his tendency towards anxieties is just a part of his personality, whichever way you explain it, rather than a normal developmental stage of an average three year old, as I used to think.

But the thing is that, outside of these anxieties and his SM, he is generally a very happy kid. He has got a couple of good friends at school, who I’ve seen him communicate with in an excited whisper. He can relate important details of his half-term break to his teachers in whisper (like the fact that he got to accompany me at the ultrasound exam and see that he is likely going to have a baby sister). He is even prone to occasional minor mischief at school without beating himself too much about it, which I think is very healthy for him.

The good thing is that the school that he got into this year turned out to be very involved and supportive. Because we were so late in signing up for a school (because we didn’t know where/whether we were gonna move until May last year), we ended up in one of the schools that is not in very high demand in the city. But as with many things in life, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Classes are small (his class has got only 16 kids per two teachers!), so he gets tons of individual attention every day. The teachers are wonderful and caring and very involved. I was particularly pleased that they took the initiative in alerting the SENCO (Special needs coordinator) to K’s issues, and the SENCO is also very involved now. They now got him a pair of ear protectors to wear whenever there is loud noise that bothers him or simply background noise that he can’t block out. He was meeting with the SENCO person regularly for a while for some non-invasive art therapy, which he loved.

He’s also got a couple of good friends who are very non-judgemental and even help him with his bathroom issues and the talking. He doesn’t use the boys’ bathroom at school because he’s scared of the automatic flushing in the urinals. He agrees to use the girls’ bathroom but only if a teacher or one of his friends stands by the door so nobody would come in to use another stall because he’s terrified of the flushing sounds. In general, so far, he has been very lucky to mostly have experience with kids who are sweet and understanding. Some friends also speak up for him during circle time when the teacher can’t hear his responses in whisper.

So that’s where we are right now. No talking, lots of other issues like various anxieties and sensitivities, but at least we have started getting some support here.


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Big boy meets Belly

There was time when Koopa was fascinated with babies. At first he wanted to have a baby sister. Then, after someone helpfully pointed out to him that boys usually want a baby brother, he adjusted his desires to make them more gender appropriate. He was never particularly impatient about getting a sibling (perhaps because, being an introvert, he never felt the need to have a constant playmate?), but he was always certain that getting one was just a matter of time. Every statement he made regarding the matter started not with “if” but with “when” (“When I’m a big brother, I’ll….), and I didn’t correct him, myself hoping for the “when”. Then, in the last few months, the months ridden with anxieties due to our recent move to a new country, his interest in babies seemed to have waned. Now, when asked about the preferred gender of a potential sibling, he would honestly reply that he would prefer a labrador, reasonably explaining that “he won’t mess up the toys in [his] room”. But I knew that the interest was still there. I mean, somebody must have downloaded the ugly graphics game called “Newborn Baby Care” onto my phone (where you’re supposed to care for pregnant ladies and then deliver and care for their babies), and I promise it wasn’t me.

I waited well past the first twelve weeks to tell him. Partially because I wanted to be 150% sure there was somebody in there. But also because I wanted to savour the moment of seeing him learn the news for the first time. We were sitting at the kitchen table and he was performing an ultrasound on some pregnant lady who came to see him in his “Newborn Baby Care” game. I pulled out the pictures from my first ultrasound and asked him if he knew what it was. He didn’t. I said it’s an ultrasound picture of a baby in my belly, just like the ones in your game. A baby? It’s ME? No, it’s not you, it’s another baby in my belly. A very long pause. “There is a baby in your belly?” “Yes”. “Right now?” he said, suddenly turning into his public self and glancing at my abdomen the way he would look at a stranger in the room: with suppressed interest and suspicion. “Yes, right now.” Another long pause. His voice turned into gentle almost-whisper, as if not to wake the baby: “I want to kiss your belly”, climbing off his chair. Lifted my t-shirt and gave my belly a long and most gentle kiss. Lingered a little, then rose and started to back out of the room, his eyes still pinned to my abdomen. “What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?” I asked. “I’m… I’m worried that I will kick your tummy and hurt the baby”. “No, no, you won’t hurt it, come back…” It took quite some effort to convince him to come back and sit on my lap. He sat on the very edge, all the while anxiously looking back on my belly and asking if the baby was still ok.

He’s become my pregnancy police, strict and vigilant. “Mama, promise me that you won’t drink any beer of wine. PROMISE.”  “Mama, eat your vegetables, the baby needs all the vitamins!” “Mama, are you sure you’re allowed to run? The baby won’t fall out of your belly? Because I really REALLY want to become a big brother.” I feel like he’s already well on his way to becoming a big brother. They say that a woman becomes a mother as soon as she gets pregnant. Well, it feels like Koopa became a big brother as soon as he learned I’m pregnant.

He’s always been very sweet and gentle, but has become tenderness itself since learning the news.  He now talks to the baby and gently kisses my belly several times a day. He kisses my belly goodbye through my coat when I drop him off at school. He kisses it whenever he wants to let someone know that he’s on his way to becoming a big brother and is unable to use his words (because he still doesn’t talk to people outside close family and friends).

But also, predictably, a new wave of anxieties followed. Nowadays, when I’m angry at him for some mischief, he cries “Mama, I’m worried that the baby will think I’m a bad person!” Or, recently, at bedtime: “Mama, I’m worried that you’ll love the baby more than you love me, will you?” “Well. You are my favorite big boy in the entire world. And the baby will be my favorite baby in the entire world.” That seemed to settle it.

“Mama, when I grow up, I’ll build a special shield made of metal that mommies could wear to protect the babies in their bellies. So that bad people wouldn’t hit their bellies. And… and on the shield it will say ‘there is no baby in here’ so that bad people will think there is no baby in there and will not do anything to hurt it.”


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7 Habits of Highly Perfectionist Children

1. Always make sure your bingo cards are perfectly aligned with each other AND with the hardwood pattern on the floor, or whatever surface they are lying on.

2. Every time upon leaving the house, inquire how much time you have left to be outside before you get a sun stroke. Repeat the same question at approximately 2.5 minute intervals. Keep asking until you realize that your mother’s anger is a more imminent danger than any possible damage from the sun.

3. Demand bottled water when brushing your teeth.

4. At a breakfast buffet, don’t forget to inquire which dish has the largest protein content (in strict adherence with your plan to grow 5 cm in two months so you can easily stand on your feet at the shallow end of a grown up pool.)

5. Arrange the toiletries in the bathroom by colour, size, and designated user. Patiently rearrange it every time any of the irresponsible designated users dares to disrupt the established pattern.

6. When signing your name, make sure that all the letters are the same height, width and angle (but don’t worry about the direction they are written in). Scratch and start all over again, as many times as needed, ignoring comments by puzzled non-perfectionists whose untrained eye cannot discern the crucial difference in size between 6 and 6.1 millimetres.

7. When going to a zoo, take with you a carefully prepared and pre-approved plan of the trip, listing the animals in the order they have to be seen. Refuse to deviate from this plan under any circumstances, even if that means that the viewing of a lion at one end of the zoo must be followed by visiting the bear in the other end, skipping tens of of unplanned animals on the way. “Mama, DON’T LOOK AT THAT CHIMPANZEE! We have a bear next on the list!”

P.S. Sadly, it is not always as amusing as it sounds. But that’s what we’ve got. Koopa :)

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