I got up at 5:30 in the morning today. Unfortunately also my big daughter (3 years old). She then no longer slept. Actually I wake her up at about 7:00 in the morning. And so it happened that getting her dressed, having breakfast with her, driving to kindergarten with her was a real challenge. A mixture of “I am soooooo tired” and crying. Heartbreaking.
Usually, when it is the weekend or when we are on holiday, our two children sleep through the night. From 20:00 in the evening until about 8:00 in the morning. We are blessed in this respect. But sometimes this does not work. Sometimes something is wrong. Especially as the children go through so many phases in which the body or mind adjust. I think this is terribly difficult for both. I always try to help them as much as I can, but I am also only human. And sometimes I explode. And that’s what breaks my heart. Because the moment I get angry, I’m already sorry. You don’t do it on purpose. I’ve read books about it. But it is sometimes difficult, and that although - as described - we are blessed with two wonderful, smart daughters.
I guess that’s part of life.
Today I laid down our big daughter. We read, prayed and sang. Then after a long time it was quiet. I almost wanted to get up, was happy not to have fallen asleep. Suddenly she asked me if she had her pyjamas on. I say yes and fall asleep in the same breath,… 🤦
Starting the standard daily schedule. Get up, shower, get dressed, make breakfast and snack for the children and my wife, wake up the children, get them dressed, have breakfast with the children, drive the children in the kindergarten. Drive home, start home office work. Shortly after 11:00 a.m. off to kindergarten, pick up the children. Taking children to grandma’s and grandpa’s until my wife comes home from her work and picks them up again. I drive back home, continue working. My wife and children will come sometime. I fill up my hours, stop working, keep the children busy while my wife continues working. Dinner together. Putting the children to bed and trying not to fall asleep myself. Household. Work. Going to bed myself. Repeat.
At least something regular.
Cowabunga! She may look a bit unhappy, but she was actually pleased. Oh yes, me too, my wife too, my children too. Now we all smell like cow barn. 🐮 📷
How do you like my new bracelet? 📷
A nice walk in the rain. 🌧️ 📷
Excuse my dearest, I have to publish the picture. You are the love of my life and I love this photo. Thank you for the beautiful vacation last. ❤️ 📷
I think my big daughter just mirrored me as a child. Vegetable fish sticks in her mouth, which stayed there for minutes.
With kids there’s life under the couch. 😊 📷
I so often think about posting more about my family, maybe even with pics of how others do it. I like to read and see that. But I shy away from posting pics of my children on the net. I always think they should decide that themselves sometime (of course with my good influence).
Reassuring a child with one year is Trial & Error. Idea 7 just worked. Now she sleeps.
Right now it’s kind of all about tech and music for me. Unfortunately there are hardly any photos. :( I don’t get around enough. The planning for building a house needs my full attention besides my children. I feel limp and drained. Where has my energy gone?
My three-year-old daughter at breakfast this morning:
Today is a strange day.
Now she has already understood the life with her 3 years. It’s unbelievable.
Ab September dürfen die Kleinen auch wieder mit (einem harmlosen, dämlichen, Dauerzustand-) Schnupfen in den Kindergarten! Das ist doch mal einen deutschsprachigen Post wert!
My life right now: Building a house, planning it, childcare, job, five minutes off. Next day. (Good, and somehow I can still get some games and tech in. I don’t know how.)
I hate colds. And no, it’s not a corona, the test confirmed it. It’s the good old “my little kid brings home a classic cold from kindergarten and likes to share it with her sister and parents”.
Tomorrow my eldest daughter will be 3 years old. It’s been 3 years since I was there for the birth. A lot has changed since then. Time is racing by, you only become aware of it with children. Dearest Mia, I’m glad you’re here. You’re a good soul. I love you. ❤️
Searching a 14 inch bicycle for my 3 years old daughter. IT HAS TO BE PURPLE!!! It has to be available. It has to look modern, not too childish. Simple requirements. Not. It’s nearly impossible to find something like that (available) in Germany.
Had a great time with my kids today. Out for a walk. 📷
Street Art 😁 🎨
The moment when your little daughter pees in the Thule Chariot Sport, bought 2 days ago (for a lot of money).
It’s difficult to make it clear to your almost 3-year-old daughter that home office doesn’t automatically mean “of course I have all day to play with you”.
This message this morning from my wonderful wife has warmed my heart. Translated for you:
By the way, I just wanted to tell you that I really love you very much, am happy to live at your side and enjoy every second that I can be in your arms!