My mother-in-law went into town to get a humidifier to help the girls’ coughs. She forgot the humidifier, and came home with Frozen tracksuits and a giant unicorn instead. Either way, they seem remarkably better.
For the first time in ‘fro ever
Our cat has been sleeping on Amy’s new Frozen bed cover, leaving Elsa looking as if she’s experiencing a rather unfortunate hormonal facial hair problem. Maybe I’m feeling bitchy about committing to an alcohol free day, or maybe I just really resent knowing Amy would trade her entire family to live with Elsa in Arendelle, but either way, I’m experiencing a not-insignificant level of schadenfreude. #LetItGrow #ForTheFursTimeInForever #ABitOfWaxOnYourLipperUpper
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.
You know you’re overdue for adult company when you find yourself in the midst of a heated and prolonged debate with your three year old over the correct lyrics to a particular Frozen song.
There are some questions that you’ll never be quite prepared for, no matter how many parenting websites or Frozen FAQs you’ve read. Questions such as: “Mummy, does Queen Elsa have a cold bagina?”
You know you’re a gigantic sap when you go on your first EVER child-free holiday, see this on the in-flight viewing list and almost watch it to feel somehow connected to your kids. Almost.
I can confirm that a three year old dancing down the hallway, belting out “love is an open dorrrr-orrrrr-orrrrr!” is not conducive to getting a six month old to sleep.