Category: Moments in time

Molly just showed me how she banged her head against the wall by banging her head against the wall even harder.

I sometimes wish we lived in a town that was more multicultural – Molly just pointed at the only black guy on our train and started laughing and clapping her hands.

I tied Klara to one of the benches near the playground while Molly and I ran around. After a few minutes, I saw an angry woman approaching me, asking if something something something was mine.

Assuming she meant Klara, I said “Yes, but I made sure she wasn’t directly at the playground,” thinking that was what bothered her. She asked: “And you’ll just leave it there?”

I was surprised, realising that she was actually worried about the dog being left alone. So I said, “Oh, we’re leaving soon anyway, but she’s used to waiting for us, she doesn’t mind.” The woman looked utterly confused but not angry anymore. After a few long seconds of looking at each other in silence, she said “Oh, you’re talking about your dog! I was talking about the dog poo on the grass!”

That wasn’t mine, but I’m sure that dog poo didn’t mind being left alone either.

Taking a night train to Rijeka. After we already took off, they told us that we’ll have to change onto a bus in Ljubljana at 6 a.m. (and then travel to Rijeka on a bus for two hours!). I was very annoyed but my parents said they were picking us up at six and Molly fell asleep easily so I’m feeling better already.

I’ll use this rare opportunity of sharing the bed to get some cuddling time.

Like every other toddler, Molly also likes to pick random objects up and use them as a phone. Her latest “phone” was a piece of toast with cream cheese.
Cream cheese all over her hair and face and all she has to say is “Hello!”

I have such a thoughtful husband. He worries about me all the time. I was sleeping deeply when Jay woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me literally: “Are you OK?”.
I’ll try to wake him up tonight at 3 a.m. to check if he might be hungry. That’s love and commitment.

A nice game of Molly pointing at different parts of my face turned into a game of Molly putting bits of strudel on my face and laughs at me.