Why is your hand in your mouth? Take your hand out of your mouth. Don’t put your hand in your mouth. Don’t put your fingers in your mouth. WHY ARE YOU LICKING YOUR HAND?! I know you’re making a face, but don’t put your fingers in your mouth. Get your hand out of your mouth.
AGGGGGGHHHHH
Banana was not impressed that I didn’t have meetings for her to crash, no matter how often she pointed at screen and yelled ‘People!’ or how aggressively she shoved my headphones at me.
Two year olds are the most volatile element. And their reactions are almost completely unpredictable.
Banana, proving that she can be even more two.
But also bringing the roly poly song into my life… and doing the actions so enthusiastically that she fell over.
Lizard put herself to bed… I left the room while she was reading a chapter book, after having instructed her to turn out the light when she finished the book. I suspect she actually did.
Meanwhile, Banana seems to be the bad influence…
That feeling when you’re on hold and the music abruptly stops, there’s a click, and you think you’re going to actually get to talk to someone….. and then the same recorded message plays, and the music starts again…
Belatedly, the rains came.
And Damma read more and more and more.
And Banana hopped and hopped and hopped.
If you want to get Banana riled up, tell her she gets to go outside. You better be ready to put your douze on right that second.
The children might be starting to pick up on the benefits of being in kahoots.
Doom will surely follow.
On the farm where he lives and works with his one million children, he has a milk tree that grows cardboard jugs of milk and then when the jugs fall he opens them so the cows can drink. And he has rabbits who grow their own carrots, and bees that water the flowers and then put them in vases.
Dear Goblin,
Have you considered sleeping? I know ABCs are riveting, but sleep might be nice too.
Best Wishes,
Your Mother
Children don’t understand about zucchinis.
“Can’t we eat another vegetable?”
I like zucchinis, because zucchinis are the best.
Sometimes I’m quite thankful that I’ve had a lot of practice running on little sleep. It’s almost nice when the babies aren’t to blame.
You give the boy one set of nautical sheets for his new bed and he comes up with an elaborate under the sea fantasy that includes carefully chosen and carefully placed blankets. How else would you get the seals and the sea rocks in the right places?
I called our kids troublesome noodles. Our dear boy says “HEY! We’re not noodles!”
No arguments here.
As expected/feared, Banana seems to be leading the charge on potty training.
Some day we’ll have to sit her down and explain who is the boss around here…
My children, bickering over which mindfulness track they want me to play for them.
Also Banana: “Eat it! Mouth! Also, cookies!”
