Category: Moments in time

How to get Molly to please be quiet just for fifteen more minutes please, please please please, please?

Take her out of her sleeping bag and remind her that she has feet! Apparently, the task of putting feet in your mouth requires a lot of focus and concentration.
I discovered a new snooze button!

I guess we can’t leave Molly to play on her own anymore – after a moment of confusion about the disappearance of our only child, Jay found her happily investigating under the armchair.

Looking forward to waking Molly up instead of the other way around.

Only 13 years to go!

Molly’s going to her friend’s first birthday party. I dressed her up very nicely but only an hour later I had to change her dress (puke), shirt (wet with spit), cardigan (spit) and tights (puke). Surprisingly, her nappy was dry.

And then she fell asleep so we’ll definitely be late. She’s the worst guest ever. Never invite her anywhere!

In my dream, Robert DeNiro just told me that “Thanksgiving is a fool’s Boxing Day.” Some of my American friends might find this information useful so I had to write it down before I forgot.

Four months after giving birth, I received a BabyCenter newsletter with a topic: “How to eat your placenta?”.

Their timing is totally off.

We already ate it in December, fried with just a pinch of salt, on a bed of tears and self-doubt.

I wanted to tell Molly a story to calm her down before her nap and I first thought of Little Red Riding Hood. I started telling her the story and after an unnecessarily long description of all the food her mother prepared for her granny (I’m on a diet), I realised I didn’t know the rest of the story.

Does her red hood play any role in the story? How and why did the wolf end up in her granny’s house? Where and when does the hunter appear? Why didn’t the wolf just eat the girl in the forest?

Well, he did in my version of the story. And he enjoyed all the food from the basket as well. The end.

A couple of days away without Molly for the first time.

She stayed with the grandparents who were given very (very) detailed care instructions (two A4 pages on feeding and sleeping and changing nappies) before we drove to Regensburg so I can cry a lot about missing my baby and worry a lot about grandparents maybe putting her to bed at 20:15 instead of 20:10 because that could totally ruin her routine.

Surprisingly, a couple of hours and couple of beers later, I was starting to enjoy myself. It felt strange and terrifying but relaxing and much needed at the same time.

Who knew there were so many emotions to experience? I just hope our little girl will still recognise me after 48 hours without my face in her face.

Molly seems quite pleased with the decision we arrived at after a long discussion about naps.

We agreed that she will nap whenever she feels like it and I will carry her to her bed whenever she wants me to.

I just had my first argument with Molly. We strongly disagreed on when she should go to sleep.

She is currently chilling in the lounge, laughing at me, so I guess she won.