It’s nice to hear from you
@ordinaryjelly how are you doing?
I'm doing OK, all things considered. The Junior Jellies are so grown up now. Oldest Jelly is 13. Middle is 12 and Littlest is 11. I still have bonkers stories about them but they are less about taking baby birds into school and more about illicit nail polish.
I'm still here reading, just with you all having such little ones I don't want to be that old fuddy duddy aunt posting and giving unwanted advice left, right and centre just because I have been through it all and am out the other side.
But take it from me. The days are long, and the years are short. I have blinked and my babies are grown, literally in the blink of an eye. Then the tantrums seem funny, especially when you tell the ones that have really stuck in your head back to your children.
Middle Jelly staged the mother of all tantrums on a road called Orchard in Singapore (think Oxford Street, but a bit fancier) because I couldn't get a Divali decoration down from a lamppost. He dropped to the floor, rolled around, kicked, screamed, the whole shebang. I had toddler Oldest Jelly with me, wanting to run one way, Littlest Jelly crying because she wanted boob and just felt like walking away and leaving him. That one has really stuck in my mind for obvious reasons but now when I tell them they laugh about it.