Early morning celebratory sippy-cup cheers. Bottoms up to a night of “urgent chats”, and a combo of real and Hollywood coughs. Special mention to the furry McPikelet who tried to scale a pile of neatly stacked boxes at 3am and failed spectacularly.
Amy has woken me up the last two nights “because I’ve had a terrible nightmare and need to talk about it”. The first night was that she and her dad were in a sandcastle competition, and she won, but her dad’s sandcastle was actually better. The next night it was that she was drawing a picture and made a mistake, but couldn’t be bothered getting another bit of paper to start again. She’s totally going to grow into one of those women I overhear saying things like “Farro had run out of red quinoa, so I had to improvise by using white quinoa in my salad instead…total NIGHTMARE.” and “All the cronuts had sold out before I got there. Literally my worst nightmare”. (Um, actually, I may have said that second one myself)
I’m not sure what’s more irritating. A) My four year old constantly telling me what to do with Tilly and undermining my every decision because she genuinely seems to think she’s better at parenting a toddler than I am, OR B) The fact that my four year old genuinely does seem to be better at parenting a toddler than I am.
This is totally making me feel better about the time Amy whisper-shouted “look at that short fat man! He is SO fat and SO short!” Who else has had a kid-clanger? http://www.mamamia.com.au/par…/embarrassing-things-kids-say/
Want to go do a quick shop at Farro, but worried that I’m on some sort of “Parent Watch List” after our last visit: we walked past the wine section and Amy shrieked “YAY! CharrrrrdonAAAYYY!” while doing a happy little jig. That followed on from our previous visit when she yelled “you’re not even my real mother!” Repeat-shopper Grey Lynn judgey eyes will be upon me.
Amy keeps calling almond milk “Anna’s Milk” (because Frozen is a virus we will never, ever be able to eradicate from our lives). It’s sort of two parts cute, and one part really putting me off my morning smoothie.
Following a long and considered conversation about whether fairies are actually real or not (I’m trying to keep the magic alive for my four-year-old sceptic), Amy has dictated a letter and drawn a picture to leave out for them. “If fairies ARE actually real, Mummy, then they’ll probably leave me a letter and a chocolate”. #SetUp #Entrapment
#PrettyBrave shoes living up to their name… Put on Tilly’s new moccasins, turned away for a moment and she decides to be an acrobatic equestrian (equestrian acrobat? I’ve never really had to think of that combination of words before)
Some of the girls from this lovely family go to kindy with my four year old. They have a six year old son, then a set of girl twins, then another set of girl twins, then another set of girl twins, and now a set of girl/boy twins. Yes, that’s NINE children aged six and under. They are the most beautifully turned-out and well-behaved children I’ve ever met. When I see their smiling faces, perfect hair, and neatly labelled lunch boxes, I often feel a flush of shame as I screech (usually late and unshowered) into kindy while wiping breakfast off Amy’s face and scraping her hair into a ponytail. Thinking about their laundry pile makes me want to have a G&T and a lie down. https://au.news.yahoo.com/video/watch/29219545/fourth-set-of-twins-for-nz-family/?cmp=st
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