Finally for today, a little laugh from my three-year-old this morning.

I picked out a very nice jumper with stars for her that is cut a little wider.

She looks at it and says…

The stupid wobbly jumper..!?

I laughed my head off.

This morning, my three year old is coming out of the bath….

Me: Have you washed your hands?

She: Yes!

Me: With soap?

She: No!

Me: We’re going to go through this for the 100th time, always with soap, please!

She: Dad, you’re always so toxic!

Do you know that when one or both children are too quiet? This is always a reason to be quick. Most of the time they are playing with something they shouldn’t have…

Papa, was hörst du da an?

Ludovico Einaudi.

Auto?

(Didn’t work in English 😉)

Error in space-time continuum. Children only make a mess for 10 minutes. But I clean up 40 minutes.

My 3 year old daughter just started a conversation with me. A very short one. A depressing one.

Her: Daddy?

Me: Yes?

Her: I don’t want anything from you.

Me: Okay…

Her: I only want something from mom.

Me: 😔

Such moments…

What could we eat tonight?

We have built a creative corner for our big one. Here she can paint, do handicrafts, knead and much more. She loves it. 📷

Those days when the children don’t fall asleep in the evening and you know that if you lie down with them now, you will certainly fall asleep, although you would still have an infinite amount to do…

When you sit on the floor and wait for your children to get them dressed. You called them 5 minutes ago. But sometimes you lack the strength to call them again and again. Spoiler: They arrived while I took this picture, maybe after 6 minutes. 📷

Children are so much better than adults. Or… than me. Last night we played with our little ones as a family. Then my big daughter (3) and my wife tickled me. My little one (1) was crying miserably because someone “attacked daddy”. I took her in my arms, she pressed and comforted me. Oh my God. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. You know. Because of the house construction at the moment, the situation with Corona, stress, money and so on I’m not doing well and I can’t always hold it back. Sometimes I’m just not nice enough to my children, basically. I could slap myself in the face for that. I hate myself.

Wenn du mit den Kindern im Auto unterwegs bist. (Das Titellied kenne ich mittlerweile auswendig.) 📷

I’m really depressed right now. My older daughter just came into my study totally sad and wanted someone to play with her. But I still have a lot of hours to work, as I have invested a lot of time in arrangements for our house today. It breaks my heart. 😢

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?