Fried Zucchini

-Your turn to choose a song, mama!
-Usually I’d choose something I think you might like, but would you like to hear what music I’d listen to if you weren’t in the car?
-Ok. Or we can listen to “Time to be Awesome” from “My Little Pony”.

Sure. The National can wait. My needs can wait. Ponies win.

Benny came up with a joke that actually made me laugh:

-I don’t like the cheese with holes.
-Don’t worry, I’ll eat all the holes for you.

-Benny, when I’m a grown-up and you’re a grown-up and Oskar too and mama and dada die, can I have the campervan?
-We can both have it, Molly! Together.
-We can’t, Benny. Because we’ll be married to other people. You’ll have to meet someone new and get married.
-I’ll marry one of mama’s friends and then I won’t have to meet anyone new.

Heads up, friends – one of you’s Benny’s potential love interest. More out of practical than romantic reasons, though.
(Unfortunately, Molly and her future partner get the campervan after I die.)

-I really like going on adventures. But not the ones where we have to walk a lot. I prefer having adventures in a hotel.
(Molly, 7, a future diva)

I guess I wasn’t supposed to put these in a dishwasher?

-Molly! Where did you go?

-I went on an adventure up on that hill! I found an orange ladybird and a red ladybird and a big fat yellow snail! Then I got stung by something and I stumbled and fell and I rolled down the hill! And my knees are all dirty and scratched.

-Was it fun?

-Yeees!!!

-School was great today! We played the police. It was very painful.
-Why was it painful?
-Because we were hitting each other.
-Who played this game?
-My whole class.
-So the game was just a bunch of kids beating each other up?
-Yes! And I was the police dog.
-So you didn’t get hit?
-No. They kicked me a lot.

From: A great day at school

-Mama, Molly hit me with this and now my lip’s bleeding!
-Yes, but then I felt bad and now I’m helping you with your lamp so this is actually a really nice story!

From: You know nothing, Benjamin.

Oskar wasn’t interested in sleeping with any of the cuddly toys. Until today. Tonight he finally found something to take to bed and hug before sleep.

Unfortunately, it’s a lid of a nappy bin, so not a long-term solution.
Fortunately for him, though, I only care about him sleeping.

If a flat piece of plastic makes him happy, who am I to deny him the pleasure of cuddling with a bin? #thirdbaby

(Read about Molly’s cuddly toy in October 2013 here!)

Living with a baby is a lot like playing charades with someone who really sucks at the game but keeps getting upset when you get the answer wrong.