The view from my toilet seat

If I posted a series of photos named "My view from the toilet seat" most of them would have one or both kids in them. The others wouldn't because it's very difficult to take a good photo of a kid sitting in your lap, trying to climb on your head.

The joy of sharing

Next year we'll label Moki's gifts as "Bibbo" and the other way around - that way they might end up playing with their actual toys.

Excited about Christmas

-Moki, do you want to watch the tablet while I'm putting Bibbo down?
-No, I'll just watch my Christmas tree.

She doesn't know...

-Look, mama! 
-I'm driving. What is it? 
-Mama, look! 
-I can't look, I'm driving. What is it? 
-JUST LOOK! 
(I turn around to look. She's showing me her fingers.)
-What is it?
-My fingers.
-Yeah, but what about them? What did I have to look at?
-I DON'T KNOW!

Be careful what you wish for

We went to a Christmas market where Moki got a felt (!) magic stone from one of the guys working at the stall. She was told to hold it tight, make a wish and put it under the Christmas tree and her wish will come true tomorrow! She first told us she wished for chocolate, which was a huge relief. But then she changed her wish to "a real Winnie the Pooh who can walk and say "Hello!" and live forever!"
Here comes another disappointment. Unless that stone really is magical. In which case we'll be living forever with a giant bear who can only say one word.

You can solve anything by magic!

Moki believes she actually has magic powers and magic is her suggestion and solution to various problems. Today she was disappointed (again) because she failed (again) to magic herself to England, to visit Nana. Soon she'll realise that she's very bad at it and will be able to focus on more practical solutions. Hopefully.

Little successes in life

Success of the day: I didn't puke on Bibbo after Bibbo's puked on me!

What did you get from St. Nicholas?

The only way to get the kids to share their St. Nicholas gifts with you is to get them a packet of instant tomato soup.