Take any chance you have to sleep!

Playing hide-and-seek is a great opportunity for a short nap.
The best hiding place? Under the bed, with a pillow under my head.

There's a pretzel in my nose!

Moki sometimes does such amazing things that I forget she only turned three and I treat her almost like an adult. But she only needs to stuff some pretzel deep up her nose and I'm instantly reminded that she's still a baby.

Don't get colder!

Moki's quite a brave girl. She's a bit scared of heights, she's not a big fan of swings and she doesn't like the sight of blood. Today I also found out that she's scared of the weather getting colder because "then I be a mountain and I be no Moki any more and I be scared and have no arms!" It admittedly is a scary image: Moki the mountain, without arms. I hope it doesn't get much colder.

Girls night out

You know you're a parent when you go out on a Saturday night and find a dummy and a pack of Baby Bell cheese in the pocket of your jacket. I have a feeling I'll be very happy when I rediscover that cheese on my way back home. I hope I won't need the dummy.

Our car is filthy and this is why

I always say that our car's full of trash because we have kids. To be honest, all of it is mine: coffee cups, candy wrappers, used tissues, receipts and bills. So I guess it's fair to say that our car's full of trash because we have me.

Who's dirtier than our kid?

The only child dirtier than our daughter today was our daughter from three days ago.

Salty mouth

-Would you like some water?
-No, I don't have salt in my mouth.

Free style painting

I asked Moki to use a brush and only to paint on paper but when she asked me why, I realised there was no reason. I was just being very lazy. So I told her to whatever makes her happy. Bath time was rewarding.

Missing mama. Not.

-I really, really missed you, Moki.
-I know mama.

Being a parent means... II.

Being a parent means patiently watching someone do a shitty job at the simplest task and praising them for it.