Today’s not my day. Instead of having breakfast with friends like we planned 2 weeks ago, I’m 36 km away from their house, having breakfast with Molly at a random bakery in Vaterstetten.
Navigation and orientation are not my strong points.
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
Today’s not my day. Instead of having breakfast with friends like we planned 2 weeks ago, I’m 36 km away from their house, having breakfast with Molly at a random bakery in Vaterstetten.
Navigation and orientation are not my strong points.
That awful moment when you have to get out of your warm, cosy bed to make a bottle for the third time that night and only when you hear your baby scream even louder, you realise that you dreamt about making that bottle, you’re still in bed and you have to get up again. This time for real.
A neighbour commented today on “how big our son was” and the woman whose dog Klara sometimes plays with told me that “our boy has really nice blonde hair”.
It doesn’t bother me at all that people mistake Molly for a boy, but I talked to these particular people about Molly at least 10 times in the last year. Maybe my German’s way worse than I thought.
Klara doesn’t sneak into the kitchen while we’re eating breakfast to secretly eat whatever food Molly’s dropped anymore. She now lies comfortably under Molly’s chair, waiting for Molly to actively throw her the food.
All three of us had toast and eggs for breakfast.
They say a baby should have a cuddly toy to carry around with her to feel safe. Molly wasn’t interested in any toys of that kind until recently when she discovered a doggy, who she’s very affectionate towards. Unfortunately, he happens to be a door stopper, too heavy and impossible for her to even lift, let alone carry anywhere.
I guess she’ll feel very safe in front of her room at least…
A list of things I put in Molly’s hair today: a hair clip.
A list of things Molly put in her hair today: some banana, some salmon, quite a lot of porridge and a little bit of mascara.
She obviously knows more about hair styling than me.
Autumn’s coming… I know for sure because twice today, in the beautiful piles of colourful fallen leaves, I couldn’t find Klara’s poo.
Almost all of the potentially weird things seem less freaky if you have a dog with you. Hanging out in the bushes, walking through the park after dark, screaming random commands…
But if you choose to drink coffee out of a normal coffee cup while sitting in a parked car, having a dog sit next to you on a passenger seat, surprisingly makes you seem weirder.
A tiny dog, off the lead, on the pavement of a busy road, jumped on Klara. His owner apologised but didn’t call him and he kept him off the lead.
The dog kept following us and jumping on Klara but his owner just kept apologising, without calling the dog even though I was pulling my dog away and pushing the pram.
Eventually I stopped to see what happens and the owner did put his dog on the lead. After the dog PEED ON THE PRAM. That got us all confused.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I want to sleep, my daughter,
Why don’t you?