Fried Zucchini

My mum’s been using Facebook for a couple of years now. She’s been enjoying it a lot more recently because she finally discovered the newsfeed.

One good thing about a screaming baby in the car is that you can be pretty sure that he’s still alive.

One of my biggest fears was that Benny wasn’t going to enjoy watching YouTube. I’m happy to announce that the fear was completely irrational. Piles and piles of laundry, here I come!

We need to do something I like first! And I like bogies!

Molly’s contribution to our afternoon plans – I’m not sure what exactly she wanted us to do but we’re not doing it.

Being a parent means ordering your toddler to save the last biscuit for her brother just so you can later eat it yourself.

The final score of going to the Oktoberfest with kids is not that much different from getting drunk there – I got home with a broken shoe, ripped tights and some puke on my shirt. The only difference is that I actually noticed it.

Molly had interesting conversation with a random American lady in her kindergarten today:
-You have a big belly! (Straight to the point!)
-Yes, that’s my trousers and my zipper, see? (The lady’s cleverly trying to distract)
-And this? (Poking at her belly)
-That’s my body. (Smart move, lady! But…)
-You have a baby up there? (Bang!)
-Not this time.

All I did was smile very awkwardly. I think the lady handled the situation much better than me.

Molly H. (almost 3): You not skinut my majicu off and then kommt znoj in my head!

When I picked Molly up from Kindergarten today she didn’t want to talk to me, instead she just kept shouting and screaming. When she finally calmed down a bit, I asked her what was wrong. “I talk later, when we have ice-cream”, she said.

I guess we’re having ice-cream then.

I just had the longest stare-off with an old man who made a rude comment about Benny practicing his screaming. Even though there was a lot of anger in the old man’s stare, the exhaustion, intolerance and overall negativity which I generously projected, made him look away first. Which was good because I was starting to feel awkward and probably would have apologised if he had said anything to me.