Baby’s true strength will be revealed when you attempt to put him in a car seat against his will.
When I was a kid, I was terrified that I was going to receive the ebola virus in a letter (?) from someone in Africa (?!) and that I’d consequently die, bleeding through my eyes and mouth (?!!).
Compared to that image, high fever and coughing doesn’t sound too bad. Still, try not to get infected, guys.
If you need it, I got sent a video on how to make a face mask out of a bra. I’ll be happy to forward it to you if you happen to have bras you’ll be happy to cut lying around.
If you’re looking for a solution that’s practical and healthy at the same time, a friend told me how to make a “Vitamine C mask”: take an orange, cut it in half, tie it to your face.
Otherwise, maybe just don’t hang out with people who are infected and wash your hands regularly. That’s what I’ll be doing, at least.
-Benny’s eyesight is quite poor, he’ll have to start wearing glasses.
-Come on, that’s not so bad.
-But how will we fight if he’s wearing glasses?
-You’ll have to tell him to take them off before you hit him.
Mother-daughter conversation aka “fight fair, like a proper lady”
My blog has existed for more than seven years now. In those seven years I’ve had, on average, one visitor per day (and it was probably my mum). Statistics tell me most of the visitors come directly from my Facebook page.
So far I’ve never had anyone stumble upon the blog accidentally, by googling a random term. Until yesterday.
Yesterday someone found me when they searched for (Drumroll!): “iva morning shitting”.
Dear visitor, whoever you were, you made my day. I sincerely hope you found what you were looking for. Come back again, I’ll try to include more of the content you might be interested in. 😘
So far Oskar’s refused each and every dummy that I generously offered, but surprisingly he’s quite keen on sucking on this little guy’s head.
What are my chances of finding a “Lego Duplo Prisoner Character’s Head” shaped dummy? I don’t like the idea of Oskar falling asleep with someone’s head in his mouth.
Molly’s life moto is: “I don’t like trying things, I like doing things.” This basically means she’s not patient enough to listen and learn from other people and she has to do everything on her own.
She’s been like that since I can remember. At the age of two, it once took her literally 45 minutes to put her shoes on. But she did it. On her own. And, since she was the only child at the time, I had my coffee in peace, watching her struggle, not allowed to help.
She has a similar approach to school now. At the moment, she’s teaching herself to read and wants no help. I find it frustrating. I get impatient listening to her mispronouncing sounds and making words up.
A couple of days ago I was watching her attempting to read a book to Oskar and we were both getting irritable – me with her not being concentrated enough, her with me correcting her too often.
To focus on something else, I went to take a photo of “my little girl reading to her brother”. The front camera surprised me and I was quite shocked to see my own face. Here’s a photo of a “supportive mum listening to her little girl reading”.
It’s not a wonder she wasn’t into it. My face conveyed all of my enthusiasm. 🙈😂
Message to myself: I need to get back mentally to the place from five years ago, where I was able to observe her patiently. I need to look for clues on when and how to get involved myself.
First steps: (Fake) smile. Deep breaths. Silent encouragement. Let her do her thing at her own pace. She’s trying, soon she’ll be “doing”. 😉
Every morning I make myself a cup of coffee so that I can leave it at a random place in the house and forget to drink it.
When you forget your gloves, but luckily your pockets are always full of your kids’ stuff.
Did you ever feel like not hanging out the washing to dry so much that you just washed the load again to legitimise not doing it?
No? Me neither.
“That’s a great joke, mama! I’m laughing because it’s really funny, not just to make you happy!” (Benny, 5)
Were all Benny’s laughs so far only politeness?! Has he been faking it his whole life?! Was he just trying to make me happy?! 😲
I’ll never find out. I’m too scared of the truth.