Author: Iva

That thing when I jog but I stop every few seconds to walk? That’s interval training, baby. Also, when it looks like I’m grasping for air and I can’t seem to breathe properly? Interval breathing! Amateurs don’t know about it. It’s a new thing. But, also ancient. I read about it on-line.

Molly’s getting quite creative with her lies. She couldn’t pass me Benny’s dummy because her “hair was wet” and her “leg was tired”.

I didn’t think to tell her to hop on the leg which isn’t tired, that could have worked.

I really wish I wasn’t awake at this time at night. Since I am, between feeding a crying baby and calming down a screaming toddler (Water! I can’t sleeeeeep!), it would be nice to be at least able to have the windows wide open to enjoy the summer storm. But that means also having to deal with a terrified dog climbing up and down the bed and panting in my ear.
Our bed is a safe zone for everyone and we’ll all suffocate together.

I was looking for my shirt in a very dark room for about 5 minutes before I realised that I could just turn the light on.

A second later, I remembered why the light was off in the first place. There was a baby asleep in the room.

This proved that:
a) I’m so tired my brain doesn’t work,
b) a bright light shining directly in his face doesn’t bother our baby at all.

Now I’m intrigued. Time to find out what else doesn’t wake him up.

Molly can’t stop talking and I’m terrified of forgetting it all, so I have to write it down.

So, here’s a list of some of the things she said in the last few days:
– Look mama, me skinut my cipele off! You bosa and I bosa!
-Mein tummy’s very big. Me really hungry, dada.
-Mama, I like me sladoled. I happy again.
-Ugh, orah is really yucky!
-Klara likes sticks and Klara likes water, no like kamens, no like lots of kamens.
-Benny’s so sweet. He’s so mali! Tiny arms!
-Dada, are you best friend of me?

When there’s no salt on the table, use the pretend salt. It’s just as good and you can use a lot more of it.

You should be grateful for the little things in life. When your child throws a full blown tantrum in a tiny space such as a camper van because the juice you offered her was boring, you have to appreciate the fact that she’s rolling around under the table so at least she’s out of the way.

“Here you go, mama” said Molly as she gave me three little rocks. “Hold on tight! It’s a really happy birthday.”

Each day Molly’s getting better and better at talking and explaining what she wants.

Today, for example, she walked into our bedroom while I was playing with Benny and she managed to communicate a very specific request to me: She wanted me to put Benny in his chair and take him into the bathroom so he can sit there while she pees.

It was such an absurd and peculiar wish that I did it right away, no questions asked. I don’t think either of them particularly enjoyed that experience (it was a bit boring so slightly disappointing), but I’m excited to see which idea she’s going to come up with next.