Two best games with a toddler ever:
1. The game in which Molly uses my back as a playground for her Lego figures which means a free massage for me (the part with the figures jumping up and down was a bit painful but well worth it because them going down the slide was just heavenly!),
2. The game in which I chill on the sofa while Molly peels mandarins and hands them over for me to eat.
Any other suggestions on how to make her do nice things for me disguised as a game?
Loads of people thought I would appreciate it if they gave me suggestions on how to convince the baby to come out already. I was told to have spicy food, to eat a lot of pineapple and to have sex. Also, apparently I should walk a lot, stretch and/or climb lots of stairs. My neighbour told me to clean the windows. I’m not sure she was talking about it in connection to the baby though. That might have been just general life advice.
Our drive to the daycare started of with the neighbour’s kid growling quietly like a tiger. Immediately Molly joined in which made him growl louder. Soon he was roaring like a lion and Molly was just shouting. By the time we reached the daycare, Molly was screaming: “Finisheeeed! Finisheeeed!”, the neighbour was just plain screaming and I was singing as loudly as I could along to Queen’s “I want it all” which was playing on the radio.
I’m excited about adding a crying newborn to our trio soon, he’ll give it a whole new dimension.
I feel so bad for our little daughter who experienced horrible pains right before she needed to go down for her nap today. Her fingers hurt so bad that she just had to come out of her room. Six times. Apparently the only thing that helps with this awful finger pain is another episode of Peppa Pig. Who could have guessed?
Things which are difficult in the last pregnancy month:
putting your boots on, making room for people to squeeze past you, sleeping, sitting on the floor, getting up from the floor, walking, getting dressed, climbing the stairs, hugging, being patient, not complaining, pulling your dog off the other dog when she gets into a fight… and some other stuff.
Jay’s new tactic for keeping Molly busy: “Molly, I hid something somewhere in the apartment. Go find it!”
Just a typical Thursday evening. Husband at a beer tasting, sends a message: “18 beers down, 15 to go!” Wife in bed, googling “pregnant very itchy legs”.
Molly’s in her bed, we’re ready for her nap, but she’s going for the world record in shouting “One Peppa Pig and then night, night!” while negotiating her nap time. If the world record’s ten onepeppapigthennightnights, someone needs to call The Guinness Book of Records, because we’re at eighteen already.
When I finally understood what Molly wanted and removed a piece of paper from her sticker book, she was so pleased with me that she praised me with a: “Good boy!”
Laughing out loud earned me a hug and a “Silly mama” comment. I think she’s feeling better today!