Fried Zucchini

Benny can barely use his pushbike but he’s still genuinely surprised that the other cyclists are faster than him.

I hate it when I tell the kids not to touch something and they shout “I’m just looking” but they keep “looking” WITH THEIR FINGERS!!!

-Benny, I don’t like it when you do this! Stop licking my fingers!
-But I’m not licking them a lot!

Am I being the irrational one here?!

I was tucking the kids into bed, giving them a goodnight hug and a kiss when Benny said:
“Mama, smell my hand.”
“What? Uh. Why does it smell so bad?”
“I just put it up my bum.”
And then they both laughed at me.

I feel strangely proud that we’re raising a couple of weirdos.

“Your job is to wash dirty laundry, my job is to make dirty laundry.”

Benny’s description of our division of labour is spot on.

“Mama, when you get out of the shower, come to our room! There’s a surprise! ALL OF OUR TOYS ARE ON THE FLOOR!”

That’s a wonderful surprise, son. Unfortunately, I plan to never get out of the shower.

This morning’s reason for a fight: Molly told Benny that he liked the colour blue.

Since he was born, Benny has been sleeping with a little teddy bear.
A couple of weeks ago he had told me he didn’t need his “medo” anymore because “he’s not a little baby”. Out of habit, I kept putting it back in his bed each night anyway.
This morning Benny officially brought it to my room, put it in my bed and said: “I REALLY don’t need it anymore, mama.”
Goodbye, medo. You’ll always be loved while stored safely somewhere in a box.
At least Molly still sleeps with her reindeer. I don’t think I could cope with both kids growing up so suddenly.

-Today, at the kindergarten, I suggested to Lana something a bit crazy. I suggested that we don’t play at all, that we just stand with our back to the wall.
-And did you do it?
-Yes!
-And how was it?
-Very boring.

Sometimes boring is actually fun – and the other way around.

The same child can have a hysterical tantrum screaming “I hate my life!” on the playground floor at noon because she chose “the wrong ice-cream” and then prepare a thoughtful snack for me while I’m taking a nap only two hours later.
Kids are amazing and so, so weird.

(on the menu: pieces of apple and banana + a strawberry juice in a cup)