Today’s horror show: Aletheia wakes up with a fever, eats blackberries, then proceeds to vomit. If I ever needed to know what a blood spewing 4-year old demon looks like, now I know.
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You should be writing
Aletheia: Are you going to work tonight?
Me: No, I’m going to sleep. Sleep is important.
Aletheia: But work is important, too.
It’s like she knows my inner monologue!
And all the bees rejoiced
And now that song will always be creepy for me
Aletheia: “There’s no more blooooood. There’s only dried bloooood.” (sung to the tune of “We Are the World”)
And that was bath-time this evening.
LMU library statement on Charlottesville
Library Statement on the Events in Charlottesville, VA, from LMU Library News
Our library’s statement on the events in Charlottesville this past weekend. tl;dr: Libraries are not neutral. We stand with those who fight for inclusion.
Up late making mint ice cream
Being a good parent is hard
Aletheia: The adults don’t like it when I say “oh my god Becky look at her butt.”
Me: Yes, they do. They just don’t admit it.
First rule of children’s center fight club
Me: What’s that all over your shirt?
Aletheia: Blood. But it’s all mine.
The adults found it hilarious
[Playing hide and seek with Aletheia’s toys]
Aletheia: Daddy, I can’t find it.
Me: Well, you’ll just have to keep looking.
Aletheia [with head cocked to side and hands on hips]: Daddy, did you put the toy somewhere you’re not supposed to put it?
My inner monologue
Aletheia: Daddy, are you going to work tonight?
(Aletheia likes it when I work late because I usually sit at my desk which is located outside her bedroom. So now she is basically “you-should-be-writing” shaming me.)