23 7 / 2014

frumplejames:

call of duty? more like call of fart fart fart. i am so good at games journalism.

This shouldn’t be funny but it just is.

22 7 / 2014

I’ve been really whiny today. Let me try to counteract that by pointing out some of the things I love about my kid:

When he wakes up, if his waking hasn’t already woken me, he leans down to my face and says, “Hi, hi, hi, hi!”

When he is happy, he will wrap his arms around my neck, pull me into a hug and refuse to let go.

If he spills a liquid, he tries to mop it up with whatever is available. If nothing is available, he will try with his hand.

He loves to cook.

He has a happy dance.

He loves to sing pat-a-cake, but likes to trick you by changing up the motions at random intervals.

He LOVES nature. He says hi to all birds, dogs, and butterflies. He waves at bees and even flies.

He’s smart. He’s so quick. He likes to figure out how things work. He will take things apart then try to put them back together again. Every day I am bowled over by that spark.

When he really wants to nurse and sees me getting a boob ready, he will bounce up and down, clap, and start chattering with excitement.

As much as he is stressful, and as much as he whines, when he laughs and laughs it makes it all worth it.

22 7 / 2014

I just got Lucas to sleep by myself without any walking him around. You would think that at fifteen months this would not be a noteworthy, but it is.

22 7 / 2014

"Okay, let’s go outside; clearly the salad spinner is upsetting you."

22 7 / 2014

Every day I am torn between the knowledge that breastfeeding until at least two years old is best for my child and the feelings of extreme frustration at his non stop demands for boob.

At this point the main reason I am still nursing is that I can’t deal with the hour long screaming session that telling him no (or, more often, “Yes, after I eat my lunch/go to the bathroom/whatever) brings. Seriously. He will scream himself hoarse for boob. He is very, very single minded on this issue. Nothing will distract him. Probably fifty percent of the time he doesn’t actually drink anything. It’s comfort. Which is fine, except that I can’t walk around with my breasts out and I can’t stop and nurse him every twenty minutes. And of course, kid has never taken a pacifier.

I just spent his entire nap lying down at an awkward angle with my boob in his mouth. I accidentally ended the nap by wanting my breast back. I have friends who have assured me they went through this and it’s a phase. How long does this phase go on for, friends? Because it seems like it has been months now.

22 7 / 2014

I feel awful saying this, but my son is stressing me out. It’s one of those mornings where everything is met with a full volume yell. Usually of enthusiasm, not annoyance. Even so. I’m just trying to wake up and gently start my day and he’s at full throttle bellowing every thirty seconds.

So stressful.

21 7 / 2014

Tonight has been awful.

I don’t want to talk about it; I just want to get that out into the universe, let it go, and go to bed.

21 7 / 2014

Bought a paddling pool for Lucas today. He loves it. He was being hilarious. I was taking pictures.

Our neighbour (not the one with the cute kids) has company over. One of the guests says, “God, how many pictures does she need?”

Fuck you, lady! I’ll take as many damn pictures of my first child in his first paddling pool as I please. Also, have you ever photographed a non stop moving toddler? You need like, twenty shots just to get one or two decent ones.

Also, stop creeping on me and my son in our own garden. What is wrong with you?

20 7 / 2014

sailoruranus:

thank u for saving bi lions


I laughed so hard at this that I had to share it on the main blog. I am actually still laughing.

sailoruranus:

thank u for saving bi lions

I laughed so hard at this that I had to share it on the main blog.

I am actually still laughing.

(via catholicaramis)

20 7 / 2014

miniaturebee:

A waffle iron.

Update: Waffles achieved.