Bouncy Czech

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Nablopomo 2009!

Last post was about a baby and now only 3 months later (ahem..dusting the ol’ blog) I have a toddler on my hands.

Two days ago, I was cleaning out the freezer (looking for dinner) and came across the last reserves of breastmilk (expired too). And there I was trying to make that decision again as a part of me says “Come on this is a no brainer! Let me direct you to the nearest sink.” while the irrational half is weeping “But you worked so f$#king hard for this. Just hold on to it for a little longer, it may come in handy…someone might need it….wait! what?….”

This is where I realized that the touchy-feely side is clearly losing it and I chucked the milk down the drain.

I might have cried a little. With happiness too. I hate mixed emotions.

We are down to one nap a day with Bouncy boy and today he decided to scrap naptime all together…but because the day didn’t suck enough we got to have a thunderstorm, a terrified dog that was trying to hide in my jeans (while I wore them) and a generous spread of diaper rash (what the hell cloth diapers?).

Bouncy son and Bunkerella enjoying their toys – so far they are not sharing them.

Struggling to come up with a name for this image. Silly and snoutless? My deformed dog? (look at my mad photography skills – I gave my dog a nose job by over-exposing her)

Proof of Bunkerella’s nose. It exists.

My baby started waving bye-bye.

And I am finally saying good-bye to these:

We are both growing up.

*Dinner time*

“You can’t just eat bread and nutella alone! Put some butter on your bread first.”

Said the wife of the fitness trainer (my mom).

* if the champion’s dad is obsessed with nutrition and said champion is nursing a baby and a cold the size of Denmark. In other words: poor me…