My hair is full of snot

Don’t ever let your child go to nursery. Or school. Or leave the house. Lock them up and sanitize them. Create a basement and keep them there.

Sorry, no that’s illegal. Pretty sure some Austrians tried already.

Since our little daughter started nursery full time two months ago, we have been sick 5500 times. She is nice like that. She shares her germs. I think we should send our children to nursery and school with gas masks during flu season.

Also, the little one seems to never get it wrong with the weekend starting. “Oh, weekend?” *starts coughing*. This week I haven’t seen the day light since I came home from work Thursday afternoon (our weekends are Friday – Saturday). But I’m sure she will be well again once next weekend ends.

Can anyone tell me what the sun looks like?

And of course, she just has to to lick my face – aka kisses – more when she is sick. Of course I can’t stop kissing her chubby, sick cheeks but I might as well just have her sneeze in my mouth. Which I’m pretty sure she has done a few times… So she gets sick and then I get sick. I get no medication as I’m growing a human being inside of me. But what goes wrong here? Can we at least be tired and sick at the same time? Can I drug my child when I’m sick so I can rest?

My week put in to words

I wanted to share some interesting conversations I had this week. Please feel free to share yours in the comment section.

– saying “no, you can’t climb in the fridge” to my toddler about three times a day. I mean thirty.

– Our lifesaver and babysitter told me that her brother is now a sister and he is happy to take the unopened makeup I have.

– Discussion over the dinner table with my husband that shitting your pants is more common than one would think. I told that when you are pregnant a fart isn’t always a fart. He nodded and said, same when you are guy, but just always. I like that we can talk about everything.

I’ll finish off with some marriage advice from a younger generation:

Hug me back

Sometimes you just want to express you love. For balls. Million balls. All of them. At the same time.

A little roll

When you live in a very sunny country and you just want your child to wear the damn sunglasses. Obviously she is taking them off all the time to throw them somewhere or to eat them. Solution? A baby spring roll!

No hands were hurt in the making of this picture.

Yes, its slightly cold in the mornings. Around 20 degrees C (68 ish Fahrenheit). And yes, we can’t survive low temperatures anymore. The desert has weakened us.

You are welcome

My friend just had a little baby a few days ago and it’s so fantastic, beautiful and overwhelming. I have therefore prepared some unsolicited advice for new parents. This also goes for babysitters.

Kitchen un-aided

Has anyone discovered the art of making stuff in a Kitchen Aid? I bought this nice machine to help me make awesome food. Well, maybe it was more of “Oh, that’s a cool thing. Oh, it’s super heavy as well. Perfect. And I have no room for it. Let’s buy it!”

So the other day I realized I have owned it for over a week without any use for it so I decided that I would make an omelet. Something that would be so much easier to just do with a bowl and a fork. But hey, why do that when you have a huge and heavy machine thing for these kind of things and let’s do more dishes than necessary.

I put in eggs and cream and then thought let’s go wild with some veggies. In with some tomatoes and maybe this was when I realized that a kitchen aid comes with a little plastic lid for a reason. The cherry tomato I dropped in to my mix flew out as fast as I could say “cheese” and splash landed next to my dog that was laying on the floor. My dog lifted her head and looked surprised and the small, red thing next to her and then at me. I said sorry and explained that I didn’t read the instructions yet. That’s something I always do after I use any kind of technology to ensure adventure in life.

Yesterday I made pizza. I’m going to spare you the details as this is blog is not going to be a cook book any time soon but I can tell you that the slippery little sucker (the dough) tried to escape. It also turned it to strange shapes and I had to R rate my kitchen from my child.

No dogs were harmed in making of the pizza.

Outfit of the day

When you are a viking and want to tell the neighborhood not to mess with you.

Or maybe you live in Dubai and don’t have any proper winter clothes and have to use a hat that your mum might have bought for Masquerade.

On duty

She finally brushed her self off and got a job. About time she starts providing for the family.

Watch out on the roads and make sure she turns on the taximeter. Don’t believe her when she promises that “this is the fastest route, sir.”