Sydney (admom) @sydney@cooler.mom

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My child is crying because I told them that trucks (even monster trucks with fake mouthes and eyes) are not alive.

A tiny fish has taken up residence and won’t stop screaming “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhahhguahhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrhhhhhhhgahhhhhhhh” and I would like it to stop.

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My child is shouting “It’s doughways what you wanted!” while I shape sourdough bagels

My child is asleep at 5:30pm and this is either incredibly good or incredibly bad

Welcome to Henri’s “online lime service” please don’t ask about our lemon

“Mama I don’t love you today” stung about as much as I thought it would

Sorry, I can't close my eyes. It's not my favorite.

Sorry, I can't wipe my runny nose. It's not my favorite.

Sorry, I can't eat this thing I enjoy and specifically asked for. It's not my favorite.

Sorry, I can't wear these pants I brought to you and asked you to put on me. It's not my favorite.

Sorry, I can't stop pouring this water on the floor. It's not my favorite.

debating using my almost 3 year olds move of saying no to everything I don't want to do by loudly yelling "no, I wont, it's not my favorite!"

I am too hot under the covers.

I am too cold over the covers.

My child had the nerve to follow up my exasperated cry of “baby that’s too many questions!” with “why is that too many questions?”

Henri keeps calling my mom their brother for some reason

I love rearranging furniture.

The energy my sick toddler is bringing to this morning is just too much.

Remember when vacations meant doing whatever you wanted instead of doing things like riding a narrow gauge train and spending money on toy sports cars?

day dreaming about being the kind of person who "doesn't care" and "let's things go"

Hank asked me "how did you grow up?" the other day and I said "I went to sleep and woke up over and over again and I ended up here with you"

Earlier this evening Henri walked into the room and loudly announced “I am the master of play”

Hank was spraying me with their electric hose (power cord to the blender) full of “hot germ water” to keep me safe because I wasn’t wearing my apron while I cooked breakfast.