Got this sent to me at work today and it immediately made it as a background image on my phone. It just makes my heart so happy!
I went back to work yesterday after the cold and taking care of my baby. I’m still full of snot and have a cough tickling about, especially at night. Speaking of that I really need to sleep now as I don’t know what the night will bring. It’s not just the baby waking up (more often now due to blocked nose poor thing), but also because of my own cough and these weird restless nights with nightmares. Woke up the night before last imagining I was choking on a hazelnut from the nut/seed bread I made that night. Next time I woke up to feed Aiden I thought about it and realised it could not have been a hazelnut as I didn’t even taste the bread before going to bed. Wondering if it was instead one of my 3 spiders every person is suppose to swallow in a year. Started thinking that what if I didn’t swallow it properly and it started climbing up my nose and behind my eye. Pondered googling the issue to find out if that would even be possible. But I stopped myself luckily and eventually fell asleep again.
We have a family cold. The whole works, all of us. Snotty noses, coughs, sore muscles, fever, and so on. I’m sick of it now and it’s only the second day. I get depressed walking around in PJs all day, feeling like a huge infection, infecting everything I touch…
Good things about a cold though:
– Lots of cuddles from a tired baby & him falling asleep in my arms
– Not smelling the poo diaper smells
– Did my UK tax return – since I was already bored right.
This video that Jon captured is just so cute. He so can walk but it’s all about building confidence. Having a clear goal and a plan seems to work. He seems to be extra confident around this area, but he’s also walked across the kitchen. But he definitely prefers hand holding, or holding on to a finger rather. He comes and grabs one when he wants to go explore. Sweet boy.
I just cycled to the store to get some snacks in pure desperation, just to realise the store was closed. Of course it is, is Swedish midsummer. A pagan holiday more holy than Christmas. So I threw together some roasted chickpeas. A lot healthier than any of the options I had in mind on the way to the store. But today I don’t want healthy. I want comfort. My snack-need is insane and there can only be one explanation… That time of the month.. . Would also explain all the tears for weird reasons. Would also explain all the sad feelings for huge reasons, disappointment and just ‘upsetness’ for the sake of all the children being treated badly in the world as I write this silly blog post and wait for my pms snack to be ready.