Month: June 2018

Little Terror

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Hannah is a peach, but like any kid, she has her bad days.

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And her bad days can get terrifying.

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Even then I want her to understand that what I feel for her is never more anger than it is love.

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Sometimes I wonder if the feeling is mutual…

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But I’m always sure I love explaining the problem to her more than getting angry. My grandma raised us all to teach with our heart, and I want to pass that on.

Learning to Speak

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Hannah’s got pretty good vocabulary already, but she’s committed to learning more.

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We’re both looking forward to the days when we’ll hope she just stops talking.

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Her and her sibling, who’s currently busy making me hate my morning toast.

The News

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It’s a wonder that it didn’t hit me before, but I end up understanding — or rather, remembering — what’s been weighing on my stomach for days now.

Something has quite literally been weighing on my stomach.

A baby brother or sister.

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How could I not realize it earlier? It feels like my belly is much rounder already!

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As soon as Hugo wakes up, I tell him, under San Myshuno’s soft morning sunlight.

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Bedtime

Feeling nauseous again.

Hugo, who knows I haven’t been feeling all that amazing, coming to help.

I manage to go through with Hannah’s favorite story, though.

And she falls asleep easily.

Bath Time

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If you’ re going to give a dynamic toddler a bath, you’d better make yourself mentally prepared with some yoga before.

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Up!

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She’s bathing on top of the most beautiful city in the world, and she cares most about the bubbles.

Or more precisely, the worlds among the bubbles she imagines she’s exploring.

Time With Daddy

Hugo and Hannah are basically best friends now.

She says it’s funny how his mustache moves when he reads her stories. Gotta say I agree.

Yucky chair, happy toddler.

It’s good that they get along so well, because I haven’t been feeling so good.

My stomach hurts.