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whitewriterWendyThey say kids reduce their food intake at 2 but I seriously have not seen that with Wendy if she likes the food
it was spaghetti bolognaise.
literally her favourite.
She almost had 3 huge bowls but on the 3rd she realised she couldn't eat anymore and said "I'm done"
I let her serve herself the pasta and the sauce and the cheese and she took so much it was hilarious. I had to stop her and say finish what u took first her voice was so funny too when I let her take more and she said something like yes please! her yes please was like... if u imagined a 60 year old man and your asking him if he wants another lap dance from a porn star.
Reminds me of her chuckle pre breastfeeds as a newborn when she was hungry. He heh hehe heh...
We're just on the precipice of having conversations now. Or so I think. I always think so but then whatever it is drags on until it's here and then I realise oh. she can do that now, Whatever it is. Walk. climb, choose things etc.
Izzy
Meanwhile i can't use a phone in the bedroom putting Izzy to sleep anymore, she keeps looking at the screen.
I've realised all kids are potatoes until they're 2. Sure they can walk, or like giggle or smile or whatever but until they can argue with you or ask you "why mama" which -- in hindsight has just started last week --
They're little better than a potato.
Firsts:
Wendy can now climb that rope ladder at the park with minimal assistance (since last week, first time she did it was June 8th at the railway museum)
and...
I feel like there was another but I've forgotten it
My phone
My brain space has been overly overloaded with choosing a case for my new phone. 3rd one in 12 months, FML these things are fucking expensive. Choosing a phone took me all of 8 seconds.
I've spent 3 days researching and choosing a case for it. I kid you not. Seems more important than the phone itself.
Like brand loyalty and etc. -- honestly that takes out 90% of the which phone do i get decision. You get the latest one in whatever brand you think is the best for your budget.
8 second decision.
Now, which case is worth the price for the value for the longevity of the case itself to match the phone - I have this theory.
Superstition if you would call it. That if I choose the wrong case, and go to buy another, the phone literally carks it in some way right at the time when I'm about to buy the new case.
This has happened a few times to me. But whilst the case was fine and I was looking to change for whatever reason eg. case looks a bit bunged up or you know, fashion (and yes the phone remained within the old case each time) BAM the phone has issues. screen cracked to all hell or something else.
I had a mini existential crisis thinking about those "phone as a bag" type of rope thingies that seem super functional but also super... I dunno. My phone is my bag is the same statement as saying "my phone is my everything".
Which, these days, it can be.
I decided to get one to try it out. They look very useful, and you don't know until you try and the shipping is free if I get it... and 20% off sale... sunken cost fallacy..
I want to write a post about sunken cost fallacy. It's such a trap. But like, is it?
FML its past midnight. The kid who stopped sleeping at approx. 95 days of life is asleep and here I sit; writing this.
Virtues
They say keeping a journal is virtuous. Sorta like clean undies I guess.
Spew your vomit onto the screen and keep your house tidy.
Sort of like that cupboard or box where you put all the crap that doesn't really quite fit anywhere but you don't want to throw out because perhaps you'll need it one day and eventually, you realise, it's all just literal worthless junk now and you wonder why you kept it in the first place.
Then when one box fills, you get another. Now at the moment in my house, where my brain is a literal frazel I have 4 junk boxes that I can remember having -- filled to the brim. There's the one under the corner cabinet in the ktchen labeled junk box, and it's the original. Then there's the one that was my diabetes box but is now full of crap instead since I don't have to monitor and test like I used to. Then theres the one behind my computer desk that's supposed to hold things I don't really want Wendy to get to like, you know, rolls of washi tape.
Then there's there's the one in the kitchen above the plates. That one has like, random stuff I can't remember.
My journal is like, my unlimited junk box of my mind.
It's where i go to, to sort out my junk boxes.
How is that virtuous.
I guess if you sort through them and curate them are they still junk boxes? Are you more virtuous if you have no junk boxes.
The cat
The cat went missing the other night and I wasted 50 mins searching for her, muttering the whole time that I need to get an apple air tag for her -- so petes phone can find her if need be. Then when I was thinking about it I realise apple air tags have button batteries in them.
Extremely dangerous for children.
Is there another option? I'll be on the lookout.
There's that and I need to buy her more treats because, the day she went missing I realised no one fed her. Poor thing probably thought we don't anymore.
Its better a fat lovely cat than no cat at all. She really does have a nice personality. For all her jumping on the kitchen table and anoying me for treats and etc. She's never once swiped a paw at the kids though I do warn Wendy if she's that much of a shit to her, she will bite one day and that wouldn't be the cat's fault.
She bites one person. Pete. Nips him for food or if they're playing. It's sweet. She doesn't bite me, ever. Not once.
it was spaghetti bolognaise.
literally her favourite.
She almost had 3 huge bowls but on the 3rd she realised she couldn't eat anymore and said "I'm done"
I let her serve herself the pasta and the sauce and the cheese and she took so much it was hilarious. I had to stop her and say finish what u took first her voice was so funny too when I let her take more and she said something like yes please! her yes please was like... if u imagined a 60 year old man and your asking him if he wants another lap dance from a porn star.
Reminds me of her chuckle pre breastfeeds as a newborn when she was hungry. He heh hehe heh...
We're just on the precipice of having conversations now. Or so I think. I always think so but then whatever it is drags on until it's here and then I realise oh. she can do that now, Whatever it is. Walk. climb, choose things etc.
Izzy
Meanwhile i can't use a phone in the bedroom putting Izzy to sleep anymore, she keeps looking at the screen.
I've realised all kids are potatoes until they're 2. Sure they can walk, or like giggle or smile or whatever but until they can argue with you or ask you "why mama" which -- in hindsight has just started last week --
They're little better than a potato.
Firsts:
Wendy can now climb that rope ladder at the park with minimal assistance (since last week, first time she did it was June 8th at the railway museum)
and...
I feel like there was another but I've forgotten it
My phone
My brain space has been overly overloaded with choosing a case for my new phone. 3rd one in 12 months, FML these things are fucking expensive. Choosing a phone took me all of 8 seconds.
I've spent 3 days researching and choosing a case for it. I kid you not. Seems more important than the phone itself.
Like brand loyalty and etc. -- honestly that takes out 90% of the which phone do i get decision. You get the latest one in whatever brand you think is the best for your budget.
8 second decision.
Now, which case is worth the price for the value for the longevity of the case itself to match the phone - I have this theory.
Superstition if you would call it. That if I choose the wrong case, and go to buy another, the phone literally carks it in some way right at the time when I'm about to buy the new case.
This has happened a few times to me. But whilst the case was fine and I was looking to change for whatever reason eg. case looks a bit bunged up or you know, fashion (and yes the phone remained within the old case each time) BAM the phone has issues. screen cracked to all hell or something else.
I had a mini existential crisis thinking about those "phone as a bag" type of rope thingies that seem super functional but also super... I dunno. My phone is my bag is the same statement as saying "my phone is my everything".
Which, these days, it can be.
I decided to get one to try it out. They look very useful, and you don't know until you try and the shipping is free if I get it... and 20% off sale... sunken cost fallacy..
I want to write a post about sunken cost fallacy. It's such a trap. But like, is it?
FML its past midnight. The kid who stopped sleeping at approx. 95 days of life is asleep and here I sit; writing this.
Virtues
They say keeping a journal is virtuous. Sorta like clean undies I guess.
Spew your vomit onto the screen and keep your house tidy.
Sort of like that cupboard or box where you put all the crap that doesn't really quite fit anywhere but you don't want to throw out because perhaps you'll need it one day and eventually, you realise, it's all just literal worthless junk now and you wonder why you kept it in the first place.
Then when one box fills, you get another. Now at the moment in my house, where my brain is a literal frazel I have 4 junk boxes that I can remember having -- filled to the brim. There's the one under the corner cabinet in the ktchen labeled junk box, and it's the original. Then there's the one that was my diabetes box but is now full of crap instead since I don't have to monitor and test like I used to. Then theres the one behind my computer desk that's supposed to hold things I don't really want Wendy to get to like, you know, rolls of washi tape.
Then there's there's the one in the kitchen above the plates. That one has like, random stuff I can't remember.
My journal is like, my unlimited junk box of my mind.
It's where i go to, to sort out my junk boxes.
How is that virtuous.
I guess if you sort through them and curate them are they still junk boxes? Are you more virtuous if you have no junk boxes.
The cat
The cat went missing the other night and I wasted 50 mins searching for her, muttering the whole time that I need to get an apple air tag for her -- so petes phone can find her if need be. Then when I was thinking about it I realise apple air tags have button batteries in them.
Extremely dangerous for children.
Is there another option? I'll be on the lookout.
There's that and I need to buy her more treats because, the day she went missing I realised no one fed her. Poor thing probably thought we don't anymore.
Its better a fat lovely cat than no cat at all. She really does have a nice personality. For all her jumping on the kitchen table and anoying me for treats and etc. She's never once swiped a paw at the kids though I do warn Wendy if she's that much of a shit to her, she will bite one day and that wouldn't be the cat's fault.
She bites one person. Pete. Nips him for food or if they're playing. It's sweet. She doesn't bite me, ever. Not once.
