It's nice when you find yourself entertaining

I was tidying up the kitchen with my back turned to M when I heard her laugh out loud. She was taking sips of water and spitting them back out. I probably shouldn't encourage her to play with food but it did seem like a lot of fun so I was torn between telling her t stop it and laughing along. I chose smiling with my back turned away from her. Until I decided that her happy, throaty laugh and that moment in general were too precious to miss just for a sake of discipline so I took out my camera and filmed it all.

Navigation fail

Today's not my day. Instead of having breakfast with friends like we planned 2 weeks ago, I'm 36 km away from their house, having breakfast with M at a random bakery in Vaterstetten. Navigation and orientation are not my strong points.

Sleep walking

That awful moment when you have to get out of your warm, cosy bed to make a bottle for the third time that night and only when you hear your baby scream even louder, you realise that you dreamt about making that bottle, you're still in bed and you have to get up again. For real.

Lost in translation?

A neighbour commented today on "how big our son was" and the woman whose dog Klara sometimes plays with told me that "our boy has really nice blonde hair". It doesn't bother me at all that people mistake M for a boy, but I talked to these particular people about M at least 10 times in the last year. Maybe my German's way worse than I thought.

Dummies' paradise

I couldn't believe how many dummies we were losing. There never seemed to be any around when I needed them. And then I found eleven (11!) behind M's bed. 

A dog-baby collaboration

Klara doesn't sneak in the kitchen while we're eating breakfast to secretly eat whatever food M's dropped any more. She now lies comfortably under M's chair, waiting for M to actively throw her the food. All three of us had toast and eggs for breakfast.