“No Daniel, don’t play with the wipes!” I motioned for Ian to help me. Daniel’s little fingers can do some real damage. “He is so naughty.” I continued as Daniel laughed. He is 11 months old, and as much as I think that he does things to get reactions out of us. I KNOW that he is in fact NOT naughty.
Naughty is definted as badly behaved, disobedient children.
My boobs and I have a love hate relationship because of breastfeeding. Now I’m not talking about the kind of “hate that I love you”, that Rihanna and Neyo have. The kind I’m talking about is where there are literally days where I am counting the minutes till it’s over. Yep, your lows are THAT low, I wrote about it here and here. I have spent a lot of time hating on it actually. Many many minutes of sighing and wishing for it to be over. (more…)
“Your car insurance unfortunately doesn’t cover that ma’am”, came a voice from inside my phone. These words pierced through me like knives, I was stunned for what felt like hours inside of minutes. “I don’t understand – what do you mean? I thought that…” my voice trailed, tears stung in my eyes as it suddenly occurred to me.
All my life, I have been the black sheep of my family. Don’t tell them I said this, they will deny it. I think it is I was a little wilder than I think my parents anticipated. (I do have like 6 tattoos and all that) And partly because I was the oldest. (personal theory here) The eldest sibling. The one who had to show my sister how to behave and do the right thing. Uhm, who signed me up for this job anyway?
For a brief few weeks between mid July and mid August this year. I have an 11 month old little boy and an 11 year old girl. The 11’s. It’s a difficult age for both, but we manage. Well, we managed. Up until this week. In the great scheme of things, I am refering to one month and one week respectively. But really, this week passed in what felt like many many days per night. Emilie started school this week, after a 3 week holiday where she was not home. And Daniel is cutting his top teeth.