I guess I wasn’t supposed to put these in a dishwasher?
-Molly! Where did you go?
-I went on an adventure up on that hill! I found an orange ladybird and a red ladybird and a big fat yellow snail! Then I got stung by something and I stumbled and fell and I rolled down the hill! And my knees are all dirty and scratched.
-Was it fun?
-School was great today! We played the police. It was very painful.
-Why was it painful?
-Because we were hitting each other.
-Who played this game?
-My whole class.
-So the game was just a bunch of kids beating each other up?
-Yes! And I was the police dog.
-So you didn’t get hit?
-No. They kicked me a lot.
From: A great day at school
-Mama, Molly hit me with this and now my lip’s bleeding!
-Yes, but then I felt bad and now I’m helping you with your lamp so this is actually a really nice story!
From: You know nothing, Benjamin.
Oskar wasn’t interested in sleeping with any of the cuddly toys. Until today. Tonight he finally found something to take to bed and hug before sleep.
Unfortunately, it’s a lid of a nappy bin, so not a long-term solution.
Fortunately for him, though, I only care about him sleeping.
If a flat piece of plastic makes him happy, who am I to deny him the pleasure of cuddling with a bin? #thirdbaby
(Read about Molly’s cuddly toy in October 2013 here!)
Living with a baby is a lot like playing charades with someone who really sucks at the game but keeps getting upset when you get the answer wrong.
The app that I downloaded to check how much I’m sleeping thinks I should’ve gone to bed two hours ago.
Does anyone know how to install this app into my baby?
We spent some time in the morning by the lake, paddling and throwing rocks into the water.
Before heading back home, we went to an ice-cream stand, less than a two-minute walk away.
Benny: “My legs hurt.”
Me: “Really? Why?”
Benny: “Because of all this walking.”
Me: “…” (?!)
Benny: “Do your legs hurt?”
Benny: “Wow. That’s impressive.”
What should I worry about more: his legs aching after 80 seconds of walking or the fact that he’s obviously way too easy to impress?
Our kids are very environmentally aware. They recently started upcycling – they’re creatively turning milk bottles, egg cartons and cardboard boxes into birdhouses, bird feeders and insect hotels.
It’s a lovely idea. It also means our house is gradually filling up with poorly painted and decorated trash, which we’re supposed to admire.
I started lying to my kids about boxes still being used just so they don’t ask me to have them for their “project”. Who would’ve thought that one of the consequences of a lockdown would be me putting empty milk bottles back in the fridge if the kids are watching? What am I turning into?!
“I need to poo,” Benny enters the bathroom while I’m in the shower. I hear him sigh loudly as he sits on the toilet.
I just wanted to take a shower by myself and be quiet for five minutes, but I can’t tell him to wait.
Benny’s pensive while taking a poo. He says: “I really like spending time like this, just the two of us.”
Immediately I feel guilty for not having enough time for each of my children. Until he adds, more cheerfully: “But I like doing arts and crafts with Dada more.”
At least I’m good enough for him to hang out in the bathroom with me.