Autumn’s coming… I know for sure because twice today, in the beautiful piles of colourful fallen leaves, I couldn’t find Klara’s poo.
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
Autumn’s coming… I know for sure because twice today, in the beautiful piles of colourful fallen leaves, I couldn’t find Klara’s poo.
Almost all of the potentially weird things seem less freaky if you have a dog with you. Hanging out in the bushes, walking through the park after dark, screaming random commands…
But if you choose to drink coffee out of a normal coffee cup while sitting in a parked car, having a dog sit next to you on a passenger seat, surprisingly makes you seem weirder.
A tiny dog, off the lead, on the pavement of a busy road, jumped on Klara. His owner apologised but didn’t call him and he kept him off the lead.
The dog kept following us and jumping on Klara but his owner just kept apologising, without calling the dog even though I was pulling my dog away and pushing the pram.
Eventually I stopped to see what happens and the owner did put his dog on the lead. After the dog PEED ON THE PRAM. That got us all confused.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I want to sleep, my daughter,
Why don’t you?
A year ago we woke up in a hospital next to a tiny, wrinkly, helpless baby, feeling very confused about what to do with her. Since then we’ve been watching her grow and learn and change a little every day while learning and changing ourselves.
It was the most challenging and amazing year.
We love you, Molly. You’re great. Happy first birthday!
This time last year Jay and I were having dinner in an Italian restaurant. He was enjoying his pumpkin soup and I was breathing through quite painful contractions. On our way out, the waiter who was watching me trying to eat told me I was going to give birth very soon, he could tell. I felt encouraged.
He was so wrong. I had another 9 hours to go.
Don’t trust waiters to correctly tell you when you’ll give birth.
That moment when you see (what you thought was) a male dog peeing like a girl and the owner turns to you with a smile and says: “Diarrhea”.
I’m fine with Candy Crush saying “Level failed” when I don’t complete the level. But it makes me feel really bad when again I read on the next screen “You failed”.
Yes, I know! Why does it have to tell me twice?! Couldn’t the other message be motivating? Like “I’m sure you’ll succeed in removing all the jelly now” or “It doesn’t matter that you’re wasting your time, you’re sooo good at this game!”
Candy Crush makes me feel like a failure. That’s not nice of you Candy Crush!
Two definite signs that Molly’s feeling unwell: she lets me cuddle her without any wriggling and she’s not even slightly interested in the computer mouse. We have two out of two tonight.
I wish I had some popcorn to go with the ice cream I’m eating while playing Candy Crush with ANTM in the background.