I just used to call it “a quick shower”

In this camp site you have to press a button to start the shower and then the water runs for exactly 15 seconds. I pressed it three times during my shower yesterday: water – shampoo – water – shower gel – water. That amounts to approximately a minute. Then I pressed it again and treated myself to just standing under warm water for another 15 seconds. I used to think of this process as “taking a quick shower”. Now it’s my “me time”. Realising this made me laugh. Fake laugh of sadness.

Enjoying the summer storm. Almost.

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.

Nothing wakes our baby up

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.

Trilingual. Or none-lingual.

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?

Being grateful for the little things in life

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.