After hustling my son into the lift today, the following conversation takes place.
👶 but, where are we going?
👧 i am going to the doctor (dentist to be exact) and you and daddy will go to abuela’s.
With a voice filled with concern and love, my 2-year old then asked ‘mummy, are you sick?’.
He is a mummy’s boy, there is no denying that. After spending almost 4 weeks together 24/7, i can affirm that he is even more so now.
There was a time when i thought that i will never have kids. I was never, and am still not, a big kid person. i wasn’t sure if i will ever be a good enough mummy.
Now though, i cannot imagine not having him in my life.
The weather today has been dreadful so far. First it was snow and then rain couldn’t stop pelting down.
My furbaby is restless. I know he is. He has been following me around the house all day. Brought him down for a bit so that he can go, but he refused to even walk a mere meter to his usual pee pee place. So now, it is back to him tailing us around at home.
When is this Siberian thing gonna come to an end? We are only home for 4 days and i am already tired of the cold and of all the layerings.