The Animalia has a sweet tooth. It's not like she's had much in the way of processed sugars, but when she gets a taste of something sweet that isn't fruit, she goes nuts. But in a cute way, sort of, not in a crazy baby eyes wide open screaming way. A couple of nights ago, we had ice cream. The second she saw it she said, "CAKE! HAPPY!" I gave her a tiny little taste.
"HAPPY CAKE!" she said excitedly. And then she got all tense and shivered. A couple more tastes and she was done, or at least I was done and thought she should be done.
"Ya se acabó. No hay más," I told her.
"Aya happy?" she asked.
"Yes, Amalia, you're happy. But no more ice cream."
"Happy cake! Cake mas! Happy!" she cried in her very best sad toddler voice. She was trying to manipulate me for more happy cake. But I couldn't be had.
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- flojera_tremenda
- flojera_tremenda means either a giant lazy ass or a great tiredness. I think it describes me perfectly depending on the day. Mi Animalia... a play on my daughter's name. She's my monster, I called her pansona at first, now her name is Animalia and sometimes Mals. And then came baby #2. First she was Magdi or Mads, now she's called Teeny by her doting big sister. Whatever. I'm really enjoying motherhood. It suits me. So I started this blog to keep track of the Animalia and then later Mads and to have somewhere to talk about how cool she is. Not everyone cares about kids. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
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