When your throat’s a bit sore:
December 2019: “I might be getting a cold.”
March 2020: “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
When your throat’s a bit sore:
December 2019: “I might be getting a cold.”
March 2020: “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
Molly, Benny and Jay watching a film in the evening:
M: “Why did she do that?”
J: “What? I don’t know. To be honest, I fell asleep for a bit.”
M: “Can you please not do that anymore?! This is a new film for us. We have lots of questions and we expect some answers!”
Jay, FOCUS, come on! No snoozing! Your children expect answers to all of their many, many questions!
A pandemic, powerful earthquakes AND snow after an usually warm week of sunshine, all at once?
Whoever wrote a script to this disaster film didn’t pay attention in class. You can’t throw it all in, the audience won’t believe it. Decide on one catastrophe and roll with that.
Greetings from Zagreb, our family’s safe. Hope you’re all well. 😘
-I like your perfume.
-You’re standing too close.
Previously when I went jogging people avoided me because of the dog. Today they clearly avoided me because of me.
#strangetimes #strangestrangetimes
Since I’m not happy with Oskar’s idea of waking up and breastfeeding at least six times at night anymore, I’m bracing myself for a few sleepless nights ahead, until he accepts that sleeping doesn’t have to involve boobs.
I know that he’s not keen on the idea because he expressed his dissatisfaction loudly and persistently this evening. For about two hours.
I almost gave in a couple of times, but I’m proud of having resisted his adorable, very angry face.
The definite highlite of the evening was when, among all the shouting and screaming and complaining, Oskar lifted his index finger and waved it in the air while I sang “One little finger”.
Angry and determined baby vs. exhausted, but determined mum. How’s this going to go down?
I’ll probably be singing “One little finger” for the next seven hours. Wish me luck.
Oskar turned one yesterday.
In the past year he learned how to eat, crawl, pull himself up to stand next to the furniture and people’s legs, complain, demand attention, wave, clap, point his finger at random objects with no particular aim. He has six teeth and he uses them well.
Dislikes: long car journeys, having his nappy changed, getting dressed, getting undressed, going to sleep, being asleep, staying asleep, the idea of sleep.
Likes: broccoli, funny noises, long walks, clapping, bath time, throwing his food to Klara, opening and closing drawers and doors.
Loves: his siblings, who successfully make him laugh.
Happy birthday, sweet baby! You’re adorable and funny and we love you and we can’t wait to get to know you even better in the years to come. No rush, though, take it slowly. Most of the time we like having a baby in the house.
-Molly, this would be a good moment to tell us the truth.
-But I don’t know what the truth is! So I’m sticking with the story that’s better for me!
Molly’s very honest about lying.
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.