Third baby’s favourite cuddly toy

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!)

Too easy to impress

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?”
Me: “Nope.”
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?

Unexpected consequences

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?!

Just the two of us

“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.

What not to think about when…

“I was just imagining that I was falling off a mountain and what would be the most stupid things to think about at that moment.
I think number one would be thinking about what to make for Arts and Crafts and number two would be telling myself to stop talking to myself: “Stop talking to yourself, you’re falling off a mountain, stop talking to yourself!”
That would be really dumb.”

Molly (7) on What not to think about when you’re falling off a mountain.