I’m not American. I’m a proud, born and bred, live-here-until-I-die Aussie girl.
But god dammit, I think there should be a hell of a lot more awareness in Australia about what happened. Lilly didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were until last night, and when I told her what had happened before she was born she was horrified.
More profound things from Lilly today;
“couldn’t everyone have just listened to them? Then they wouldn’t have needed to crash the plane.”
Lest we forget <3
Lilly had a “boyfriend” at school. It was adorable, all they did is sit together at lunch and pick each other first for sport teams, I thought it was cute.
They broke up today. Lilly was very cavalier about it all, when I was kidding around going “oh no, he must be DEVASTATED! The prettiest girl in the world dumped him.”
She rolled her eyes at me and said “mum, I’m only five, he’s got lots of time to find another girlfriend and be happy.”
Most. Profound. Thing. Ever.
I facepainted at Lilly’s school carnival last night, which was pretty cool.
Among the three billion requests for cats, tigers, Spiderman and butterflies, I got:
Scar from the Lion King
and a few other awesome things.
Faith in my daughters generation restored.
I bloody love the Avengers.
I feel like such a failure. Lily deserves better than this.
We all have days like that lovely. Just remember that you are always going to be all she’ll ever need. You were born to be her mother just as she was born to be your daughter x
Whoever wrote on my university website that my advanced creative writing course only requires three hours a week is a dickbag.
Though maybe my eight hours of procrastinating a week should count.
So once a week I think I’ll make a “brag post”. Tell everyone what I’m proud of that week, for myself, my kids, my relationship, whatever…I’d like y’all to reblog with your own “bragging.”
A shameless way to talk about whatever is just really awesome in your life at that moment.
This week I’m…
My daughter’s therapist says that she’s progressing so well that we can move her visits from weekly to fortnightly. I was on the front page of the paper yesterday for my “tattoos for veterans” initiative. (not as crazy as it sounds, will explain later.) my fiance is almost at the point to take over the store, meaning much more time at home with us and a LOT more money. My wedding is now officially less than a year away. GO T!
So last night hazel was having her fit again and on a whim, I mock swaddled her in her blanket. Just her arms. And he passed out instantly.
Um. Anyone else swaddle and almost 7 month old? What’s the deal with this?
This got buried because of all the other crap I have been posting today.
Anyone else swaddling an older baby? Is that crazypants?
Dude, I had to swaddle Lilly until she was almost two. ALMOST. TWO.
It’s not crazy, some babies just get really overstimulated because they can move their arms and that distracts them. Lilly used to deliberately smack herself in the face when she was tired because she was fighting sleep so much. Whatever works!
(Source: ourlittlealaskanfamily, via ourlittlealaskanfamily)