There’s something to be said about simple things in our days that get a second life. The box that becomes a cat bed, the receipt that becomes a baby toy, the tissue box that becomes a small ass trash can. It’s kinda magical how we give things a new purpose, even if they’re ready to be thrown away.

I want to know this product’s backstory and everything about it before and while it came to be. I need to. Also, “wearable art” … so it says.

Wondering if part of becoming a new parent is just accepting you will never be spoken to directly ever again - you will only be talked about or to through others speaking to your child, even when you’re two feet away.

Sometimes, when you need something the most, it’s the hardest time to know what that need is.

Hey Santa, I know I’ve been a goblin this year but it would be really nice if you could just chat with Father Time (or whoever) and get him to.. slow things down or something? Please?

My mum’s quotes, post D&D session: “Who won? Did you guys win?”

Mum quotes, Skyrim edition: “Are there dragons in the game? Do you play as dragons?”

Need to bottle these up for later.

Why does every nursery picture I see have an abacus on a shelf.. are babies secretly amazing at ancient forms of calculation? I don’t even remember how it works.

Is there a kintsugi equivalent for taping your broken car bumper back together?

Ify competitively petting Mayday, the sweetest kitty!

Fun fact: Before I had my own cats, I would buy chuurus and visit my friends with cats because I fucking love cats.

The whole postpartum experience feels like extreme punishment for having a baby when giving birth can be traumatic enough.

First hand, passenger, witness to my husband enacting “will brake for frogs” and I couldn’t be more proud. 🥹

Ahem. All of our little (or big) friends in nature deserve love and to be looked out for.

maybe it’s just a coincidence in timing but, *squint* tell me they didn’t color these Furby Furblets on purpose… to look like Elphaba and Glinda to some degree..? #Wicked