I appreciate everyone’s small human’s existential crises.
(I hope I did the plurals right there.)
I appreciate everyone’s small human’s existential crises.
(I hope I did the plurals right there.)
Because Mama’s hands were full carrying a stack of books, Llamabow, and Gregory, and she did not want to come back up the steps to get the other stuffed animals, preferring to feed the cats and start breakfast.
Later, because Construction Site has to go back to the library.
Because I asked for a banana, and I got a banana, and now I have a banana.
Because in “giraffes can’t dance”, when Gerald somersaults into the sky, he is upside down. But if I turn the book upside down, then the other pages are upside down when I flip back and forth. This warrants screaming, throwing the book, and then crying (possibly because the book Was Thrown).
(I thought children didn’t really have a concept of pages being up or down at this age, but this page is Deeply Not Okay according to Latte).
Dada showed me a video of myself (from a few months ago), and I fell (in the video) and it’s terrible.
He was actually very distressed that past-him fell. Even though in the video he didn’t cry at all, and normally doesn’t cry when he falls unless it’s a bad one. Wonder what’s going on in that head of his…
Because mum tried to explain how birthdays work and I don’t want to ride on planet earth around the sun.
Me too kid me too
I feel like Cora did a very similar thing at that age- turning the book upside down to show that now he wasn’t upside down.
Let’s see…
I fell and it scared her
I wouldn’t let her hit the neighbors car with a rock (she wanted to do it very gently. She likes to pet and kiss cars. And happened to have a rock in her hand)
The dog was sitting in my lap
The dog was sitting on a blanket she likes to have when we read books
The dog was sitting blocking her slide stairs
We ran out of olives at dinner
She wants a cherry tomato. But she doesn’t want a PIECE of cherry tomato. She wants the whole (perfectly choking size) thing.
We did not take our cereal in the car.
One of my disposable gloves was disposed of.
We put her shirt on before her pants.
Because I said “Mama, all done”, then signed all done, and walked away from the table.
But my Mom TOOK MY FOOD. She just took it away.
And even though I said “eat eat” and signed that too, I had to get in the car and go to school, where they feed me another breakfast in an hour.
Because she couldn’t find her skateboard(she does not have a skateboard). I also told her she doesn’t have a skateboard. This caused a total meltdown.
Because I called the dog over, put the pancake in his mouth, said “eat, eat”.
THEN THE DOG ATE MY PANCAKE.
Then my sister was being so nice, split her pancake in half and gave some to me.
So I gave that to the dog and said “eat eat” to him.
AND THE DOG ATE MY PANCAKE.
I wanted to eat my pancake.
You monster
So much food drama this week I’m the otter household!
Has she been conspiring with Kiddo? Lately he’s been saying he needs a skateboard, and I should get a skateboard too, and he could train me.
Yesterday:
But mostly just because she was oh so tired after a fitful night of sleep since daddy put her to bed without PJs on accident and once he realized she was already asleep. We cranked the heat up a few degrees and she never really woke up enough to get her out of bed but she was thrashing and trying to eat her toes in her sleep all night.