December Walk

Yesterday, I had such a lovely little outing with J. We took a long stroll together. The weather was beautiful and she picked leaves, constantly chatting to me "look mummy, there is a pretty house" and then she stopped, so I could take a photo.

We spent 30 minutes just sitting on "my bench" and then we had coffe and hot chocolate at a nearby cafe.

Happy girl, but still with a little bit of a cold..

My baby is starting to grow up, we had a great girls' afternoon!

What would I do without internet? (and 366)

I remember back in 1991. I had just taken my exam at the Swedish equivalent of college and I was doing my first computer course. I had actually applied for language classes, I think it was German, but they all got cancelled and they called me and asked if I wanted to do computers instead. Ok, I thought and that was the start of it all.

One of the teacher at this course was very suspicious at everything computers and I remember he thought it would only lead to a world of doom and gloom. Buying your tickets online instead of going to the box office and perhaps encounter some friends along the way. They would in turn invite you to dinner and there (!), look what you would have missed out on if you would have done it online.

Today it's the complete opposite for me. I work online, I keep in touch with friends online, I read my news online and I shop online.

366 challenge: 27 Job

Part of my job as a stay at home-mum is to get the shopping done. Today as all my bags arrived I was thinking of the amount of work I save by shopping online. Yesterday, by the comfort of my sofa and while 0 was putting the children to sleep, I just clicked on to my grocery store and checked my "last" order to see what I needed from it and added some more items. Today 10 bags arrived, all colour coded: purple for cupboard, orange for fridge items and blue for freezer items.

Today I was checking in on friends abroad, that I haven't spoken with in years while I was unpacking all my bags.

366 challenge: 9 Newspaper

I even got a newspaper for free for shopping so much! ;)

Ordering food from a 3year old

Have had a really good day today. A lot of work, but the children are still half sedated by their cold, so they have been very quiet and playing nicely all day.

It isn't always the easiest to play with your little sister. J loves playing with her 6year old brother, but she is not always contributing to the plot, but goes in her own direction.

Sorry all english speaking visitors, today I just have to post a little conversation I overheard in Swedish and it is impossible *for me* to post this in English:

J står med litet block och penna i handen och låtsas vara en servitris.

J: "Vad du vill ha?"

C: Pannkakor, tack. Det skulle vara gott!

Servitören tystnar och verkar drömma sig bort lite. C tittar bedjande på mig.

Jag säger till J: Du kan ju fråga hur många?, för att hjälpa den något oerfarne servitrisen på traven.

J: Ehhh...
*J tänker lite*....med tlååbevvys (strawberries)

C: Men, hur många vill du ha, how many...?

C *utbrister sen irriterat*: Äh, jag kan vara frisören!

J: Nej, jag e frisölen!

och så lite tjafs om det här en stund. Sen ger sig kunden.

C: Ok, men hur många vill du ha då? (han inser inte att han plötsligt tar beställning av servitrisen)

J: 100

C: Men då får ju mamma steka pannkakor hela dagen!

J *fnissande*: Sticky pannkakor!

C *suckar uppgivet* "Ska vi leka med lego?"

J: Jaaaaaa!

Have a great Friday evening!

366 Challenge 3: Soup

I have had a very busy week, working from home is a great thing, but when you move house, it's not just your normal stuff that has to be reorganized, getting work organized and up and running is quite time-consuming, but we are getting there.

Anyway, the other day we had soup for lunch. I had the camera out, as J was doing quite a funny song and I was hoping to get a good shot of her doing so. But they were also eating at the same time and today I just realized that I had this photo.

J was eating tomato soup and since the whole family now is cutting carbs, I wanted her to have cream in her soup, but she refused. Then C *who has become quite a wiz at handling his 3year old sister* said: "J.., would you like pink soup?"
J nodded enthusiasticly to the prospect of having pink soup.
C: "Just pour in the cream and then mix it carefully and you will have pink soup!".
J poured in some cream and sat then and stirred and stirred. "Pink soup!!", she exclaimed and ate it all up.

Here she is "miskar", which is a swenglish word, she has made up. A mix between the english "mixing" and the swedish "vispar".

PS. We don't have a dining table yet, so we use our patio furniture. And no, my children usually don't wear helmets for lunch, but that particular day, I had the honour of being accompanied to lunch by two superheros...

Croc angst

The last week as been absolutely manic. All deliveries has arrived at once, so really should have worked around the clock. O has been in the Big City as usual and out of the blue *been waiting since December* I get an appointment to have a 24h bloodpressure check. So Wednesday I wasn't allowed to take any pain killers whatsoever, in the evening, the kids and I, headed for the hospital to have it installed on my arm. C, who's had his fair share of "mummy in hospital" when he was around 3-4years old completely freaked out when we were there and it was a good thing I managed to get hold of his coat, as he was dashing out of the room. Afterwards he told me "mamma, I wouldn't run away, I would have waited for you outside the hospital." *Well, good to know..*

He explained later that he got so so scared when the lady told me that I had to stop whatever I was doing as the monitor beeped. He was thinking what would happen if I was crossing a street, having to stop. I could have been hit by a car! Luckily there were some cute rabbits just by our car when we were leaving, so they together with remembering some really funny Mr Bean moments he managed to calm down.

So during Wednesday evening, night and Thursday I had my pressure checked every 15 minute (30min apart at nighttime). I was also supposed to do all the things I cannot really do, so didn't really sit down those 2 days at all. It was a while since I experienced such a bad headache, but hopefully it is now all registered with the monitor and help won't be far away!

As I logged off at 6pm last night, I had my weekly mission no 2 head. Making a "Giant Crocodile outfit". If I am not very good at cooking, really bad at gardening, I am absolutely worse when it comes to sewing.., but I decided to have a go, so I disected a cuddly lizzard from IKEA, sew it on the back of a green top C had. When O came home late last night, he had brought a green cap, which he sat down with to sew paper eyes and teeth on. At midnight we were finished and here is C this morning with his crocodile outfit. He felt very cool indeed and is roaring in this picture..

My ferocious croc

Mummy and Daddy

When C was born, we immediately saw that he had my colours and my hair, however he looks very much like his dad (when he is grown up), especially when he smiles.

J on the other hand has Os colours and hair and looks very much like her dad did when he was a baby. But every now and then a little glimps of me shines through.

Sifting through the pictures I've taken during January and February (hoping I might have one suitable for the 366 challenge *but no*), I found these two pictures. They are taken at the very same occasion, when having lunch a couple of weeks ago. One of the pictures (shown above) J looks just like her dad and on the other one very much like me. (She looks more like herself on the first picture, but it's amazing to all of a sudden see yourself in a picture or two)

Emma Tvartemot

C is all into football now. Sunday and Monday (after school) was spent kicking fotball at our local fotball pitch. I have such exercise strain, I can hardly walk. My *non-resistent* respect for fotball as a sport, has quadrupled. How on earth do they manage to run around for 90 minutes? How do you kick a ball all across a pitch?

C has been home today. He had a temperature this morning and J has entered a new era. The jealousy era. C was not allowed to play with her toys, cuddle with her mummy, pat her cat etc...

She's been "Emma tvartemot" *Mary, quite contrary?* all day today, with her bad mood culminating at bedtime...

At bedtime, I was just getting something from the other room, when she had managed to rip up all her bedding. (She is sitting under the sheet with all her cuddly toys, blanket and other sheets on the floor.) Really quite furious under there, I had to get the camera...

PS. The little armchair is standing against her bed since we took away the side. She was panicking the first night, not being able to relax in her new bed, until I realized that she always used to "climb into her bed". So now she climbes over the back of her little armchair...routines maintained and she can go to sleep in her new bed...

2 1/2

Meet my daughter, 2 1/2years old.

Best friend: Big brother
Afraid of: Unknown sounds. "E de? it's pooky.."
Not afraid of: Our cat and other children (when accompanied me to pick C up from a birthday party, she threw herself into a balloon fight with the boys)
Hates to: wash her hair.
Favorite drink: Hot chocolate.
Favorite food: anything with ketchup..but tomato soup is a nice variation..
Favorite tv show: In the Night Garden
Favorite book: In the Night Garden..or Totte or Emma..or Ellen.
Favorite film: Right now "Flushed away.." before it's been Emil for just about 2months.
Favorite song: Rod rod rod e mossan pa mitt huvud...

Can't live without: Books
Always loved: Music (I couldn't listen to music while working when she was in my tummy, she went mad kicking away in there!)
Always loved II: Speed, "faster pappa, faster!" is what she says going in the car.
Sleeps with: Dora, Spotty Cow and Pink Cow.

Here I tried to "interview her", but she was more interested in an elastic band..

...so I gave up.

Typical things she says:
"Laaligt pa den mamma" (don't know what it means exactly, but she is very content when saying this)
"De e haaligt idag" (we always hear this several times a day)
"askling...." (darling)
When asked where daddy is, she goes: "Pappa grejar sladden" (daddy fixing the cord..)
She has also started to give me instructions:
"Akta mamma, inte klammel dig..." "Siktit mamma, inte lamla" etc.
"ta de mamma?" (Star det mamma? *Does it say, mummy (text)?)

Conservative son

C without his 2 front teeth

Today it's all been about talking on the phone to gas companies and it's kind, constantly repeating my account number and being sent back and forth between people, every time with the extra connection to an automated voice asking me to press in my account number "for us to be able to find the right team to help you"..

Part from that, there was quite a big doze of sand pit manners at the school gate today. I don't understand where grown up women find the energy to make other's feel bad. I must say, I am constantly amazed by the female side of the human species. I just don't get women as a group.

C had a really good day today and he was practically shining coming out from school. In the evening we read Aladdin again and he did some more thinking about kisses. I asked him if he had kissed his favorite girl at school (as he was quite the Casanova by the age of 3 having one girl friend on the morning session at nursery and another one in the afternoon!):

"No, I don't think we are going to kiss until we get married."

My Emil and Ida

Ida and Emil

"Emil in Lonneberga" is the quintessential Swedish dream of any Swedish expat. This is what we in our darkest moments feel that our children don't get to experience. That it is farmer's living made romantic in early 18th century doesn't matter when it comes to an expat's bad conscience.

So I guess that Swedish expat children probably get to see so much more of the Astrid Lindgren's movies, made in the 60s and 70s and watched by their parents when they were children, than children living in Sweden today.

Today, C and J was playing Emil and Ida. C was examining J as if he was a doctor *this looses it's point when translated, so I am not even going to try* :

C: "Sag aaah"
J: "aaah"
C: "Du har typiskt"
J: "Oh nej!"
C: "Johoru, forst blir du bla i ansiktet och sen dor dina blommor!"

First outing of 2008

Today C and I went to our first movie together at our local cinema center. I think I was as excited about it as him. The thing that really amazes me with a smaller city like this is the space and lack of people. Everyone at the movie had a row to themselves, nice and quiet. Spacious and clean. You really appreciate those things having lived in a big and bustling city constantly congested with people and cars.

I felt quite an old lady, when we sat in the cinema, I thought *wow, just the same kind of seats there was in San Francisco when we were there in 99, the ones where every row is so elevated that you never risk not seeing the screen just because someone tall is sitting in front of you. As I was thinking that I realized that I actually had not been in a proper big cinema in ...6years? and maybe all cinemas look like this nowadays?

Old lady warning no 2 came in shape of a virtual heart attack when the trailers started and the volume was turned on "properly". I sat there for a couple of minutes thinking I had to tell someone that something had to be done, but noone else reacted.

We saw Alvin and the Chipmunks. A lovely little movie, I also sat there drooling over the nice decor, and by this I do mean the interior design of their home and nothing else. That was spot on for me.

This should be a Wordless Wednesday

but I don't have any photo..

This day has really all been about surviving my daily Bean moment.
Imaging yourself wedged in the back seat of a 2door saloon car trying to get a non-cooperating 2.5year old toddler into a rear facing seat.

3 days a week I have the pleasure of doing this performance for smiling walkers-by, not once, but 4 times a day, unless I decide to go grocery shopping or some other pleasurable task, by which my backbreaking *not to mention patience tampering* excercise is up to 6 times.

So shopping is out.

Now, J also has added the habit of falling asleep in the car on our way to pick up in the afternoon. She is like a big bag of beans and she doesn't move a muscle neither while I try to wake her up, nor when I try to flop her into her car seat.

Add to this, an absolute freezing cold wind that makes you cold to the bones and a wind that knocks the buggy with your sleeping toddler over, not to forget slams the car door straight over your legs if you try to keep any dignity in the whole strapping kids in car seats by keeping one or two feet on the ground.

Well, I am just full of positivism today. Hope you've had a good day.

PS. I just called O talking to his voice mail, saying "Bingo, children asleep at 7.40! only to realize that snooring C is now awake again and J is screaming in her bed "sleeping is booooving" and upon being tucked in she screams "Neeeej taaaaack!", which means "No thank you".

At least she is polite.

Back to school

I must admit, I heavily dreaded today. I thought all exhaustion and confusion of the "starting school angst" I had before Christmas was going to start all over, but to my surprice it all felt quite familiar and reassuring. *gosh, I don't really recognize myself*.

I have to admit it, I want routine. Even the grumpy janitor was a nice and familiar face. Waving to the lollipop lady and my little chat with the teacher at the end of the day did the trick for me, although today it was a very brief one as it was pouring down.

Last night C was sure his beloved teacher wasn't going to recognize him without one of his front teeth. He told me, he might have to present himself with his first and sir name. :) He was very surprised that she new very well who he was and..since he was off sick the past 2 days of last semester *this word I always have a hard time with me, since it means holiday in Swedish*..anyway, he got his Christmas present today, which was a very nice treat.

J had a bit of a shock with both daddy and brother away and she has asked me just about every 3rd minute of the day where they were.

The other big thing of the day was Cs fascination with his new jumper. He only wore his shirt last semester and today I put his jumper on, which seems to really have made an impression on him. "Mamma, all day, when I looked straight ahead I thought that I didn't have any jumper on, but when I looked down, I realized I had my jumper on!"

I must admit I am a little bit like that myself: everytime I am to jump into the shower and I catch a climpse *due to practically racing past the mirror* of my post-2pregnancies-including-1ceacarean-tummy I think the same thing.. *gaah*!

PS. For anyone loosing sleep over my steroids dilemma, it should be fine taking these drops. We'll see, will try that for a couple of weeks.

Show time!

Today it was time for the big Christmas Nativity play at Cs school. He has been practising for weeks both at home and with his class and J and I was very excited to go. J didn't really have a clue of what was going on and she kept sitting on only half the seat, saving the other half for C.

I earlier wrote just over 2 pages of ranting on how I would like to kick myself for not looking for the missing cord to the camcorder earlier, or buying that new camera I have been talking about, because trying to take pictures of your little shepherd singing across the stage with a %$$£"£$ compact one is quite impossible, but since the %%!!&%% laptop decided to reboot in the midst of my ranting *and nothing was saved..* I am taking that as a sign that maybe I don't have to let you hear all my thoughts of my non excisting organizational parenting skills at the moment..

Here is the whole ensemble, my shepherd is sitting just to the right of the silver star in a light blue stripey top and a tea towel on his head.

A blurry zoom in to show my gorgeous shepherd.

During rehersal (for the older children at school) yesterday, C had been clapping his hands in between the songs, so to prevent this, he had a cunning plan. He held his own hands in his lap and afterwards he said: "And do you know what, mamma? My plan worked!"

Then back home to wait for Os return!

PS. Great, I just realized that I have had my chocolate tarts I was making for O's return in the oven for about 60minutes rather than 11min..%^&**!!! Hope that the fire alarm doesn't go off when I open the oven...

PPS. It didn't, but baking confidence has just gone down the drains..

Where is my camera??

It has mysteriously vanished. Well, if you knew the state of our home at the moment, the mystery is not really that mind blowing, but still. I always know where it is.

I had it the other day.. every time I get the feeling of knowing where I was standing when I last held it in my hand, it slips away. It must be the cotton woll, still present.

This is what I need!

The cold has subsided a bit and I am at least out of the "better stay in bed" zone, which annoys me a little since O is now home again. Regarding my school gate angst, I have now been approached by 3 mums and I no longer consider myself the newcomer.

Ok, so the first one was selling Red Poppies, maybe not the most genuine of friendly approaches, but still *I am not too picky!*. Second was a really nice French mum with a son in Cs class. *make note to talk more with as really nice and potentially someone really friendly to hang out with by the gate*.

With Poppy Lady breaking the ice, a 3rd mum approached me yesterday. Her son had come home from school and told her, they had a new boy from ..

Russia!! in his class. I am now curiously wondering if the parents smiling at me yesterday when we were a bit of a hurry in the morning *again, J has the habit of making use of her nappy just as we take our coats on to leave in the morning..*. Anyway, I am just wondering what they were thinking, as I was jogging around the school *we have to park on the opposite side of Cs classroom* on high heels (there is a hole in my very comfy mules and the only other pair I have are a pale pink pair of Crocs..) with J shouting in the buggy "nej mamma (no mummy) too bumby!!" and C panting heavily at my side *not to mention the look of me, jogging with my "hockey frilla", which I, due to this cold, still has not sorted out.

I guess I will have to be extra representative tomorrow at the school's Christmas Fair and I am going for a hunt of not only my little compact camera, but also my hair straightener before then.

After 3days experience as a School Boy Mum

my feelings are a little bit mixed up. Mostly sheer relief..

First day at school, C was very proud and woke me up at 5.30. "We have to check the bag, so we haven't forgotten the pear..

1st day at Cs school, J decided she should also have a tie to school (she did wear this both at drop off and pick up the first day..)

Managed to make the tie (mind you it looked a bit better than the one J is wearing above) and C was so proud when we stepped out, then I heard a "eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh!!* *in Swedish it's iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiih* :)

"MUM! It's winter and I only have SHORTS on!!!". He was in shock. Unfortunately the shock is still there day 3, so now I have started talks with several people at school to let him wear something else on top of the shorts when outside. I think I have a found a good suggestion which I am proposing this afternoon, even though it seems as if even the school nurse *which I spoke with this morning* didn't understand that it could actually be cold to wear only shorts in winter time.

Otherwise the school experience this far has been mainly good or actually very good. He still is a bit confused about all the routines and he tells me all about it in the evening (I had my pear at the morning break, but it seems as if the other children have 2 snacks with them.., maybe I shall have a banana as well tomorrow. I wonder what's for lunch tomorrow?.. etc).

On the bad side, I feel like a lousy mother. We have managed to arrive late for school 3 days out of 3.. Well, firstly I was informed that they started at 8.50. Arriving 8.50 the first day, the door was already shut and lesson had started. Apologized and made note to self to arrive earlier.
Yesterday we arrived just after 8.40 and it was the same scenario. In the afternoon I actually asked the teacher when they start and I was told 8.35..

So today we set off from home really early and I felt very confident that we would arrive in time, until we opened the main door downstairs and realized it was pouring rain outside *it wasn't when we started our descend down the stairs from the flat*. So up again and put rain gear on J, who was in a terrible mood to start with. J then decided she should not sit in the car and when at school, she decided that lying on the parking lot screaming was much better than walking nicely to Cs classroom. *gaah* So we were late today as well..

Anyway, J and I have had lovely mornings with visits to the playground *ah, the bliss of only going with 1!* and we have also had really great afternoons with C, not to forget bedtime, which has been a breeze. J starting talks about it being middle of the night at 6pm, C hardly keeping it together at 7 and the rest of the household asleep by 8pm.. ;)
Comment of the day: Driving from a 2year olds perspective: Today, when driving from school, I put J in Cs booster car seat, so she was facing forward. When we came to a crossroad and I was about to turn onto a busier street, it took me a while before I could go. J started to giggle and when I had finally turned right into the street, she said: "Mamma e jättelolig, mamma inte hittade den", which translates "Mummy is funny, mummy didn't find it". (She thought I was looking for something in the car when I was looking left, right, left, right.)

School Gate Angst

I am in training...

Click on the picture to see the training video..

I think I have the hang of it now, my biggest problem being: the tie is too short to take off without ruining the knot, so I have to master this technique at 7am tomorrow morning.

Who on earth decided 5y olds should wear tie to school?..

I have also given myself problem no 2. Today, I bought scissors to cut Cs hair. 4 different kinds and it was great fun cutting C's hair. It went quite smoothly, maybe a bit too smoothly.

"Hey, I really got the hang of this!", I thought and started having a go at my own hair.

Not after serious consideration, washing hair, making sure I had time for this adventure, noooo that wouldn't be no sport at all, I started at the same time as C and O was leaving for the shopping mall. J *being 2y old* being equally interested in my scissors and falling hair as she was afraid of all the fireworks going on outside, so watching telly on her own while I did my hair wasn't on her agenda.

Now I have serious, School Gate Angst! Anyone knowing any Swedish knows what I am talking about when I mention "hockey frilla"! I took a good 3 inches off!

Comment of the day: Os comment upon seing my new hair do: "It must be nice with shorter hair" Not "You look smashing!" or smiling lovingly admiring his wife's new looks, but rather his thoughts went to convenience..

Eye Drops

Today, it was time to revisit the eye doctor. Not too much excitement this morning, though, because today was eye drops day.

The lovely man examining C last time was on holiday and the replacement wasn't exactly used to children, a 25y old woman, thinking "as long as you are loud and distract them, noone will know I actually don't know a thing about children..".

We entered the examination room and when C sat down in the chair, she startled us both with: "DO YOU LIKE GOING UP THE CHAAAAIIIR?? WHEEEEEEE!!"

C shot me a look as he was being lifted up slooooowly by the electric examining chair with a look saying "here we go again..."

When it was time for the drops, C quickly scooted over to my chair and got really blocked. I suggested, I would give him the eye drops and when he was lying in my lap a little more relaxed, she dashes over to us: "DO YOU LIKE TO BE TICKLED, DO YOU????"

*Thanks a lot!, that really helped my desperate aiming for the mini gap in Cs eye*

C freaked out and I asked if I could have 30sec to just calm him down. The response was: "LOOK IN THE CEILING, DO YOU THINK THERE'S A DINOSAUR THERE??!!!"

In the end we got the eye drops in, but I wouldn't say that C *nor I* would be to happy trying again in 6months time...

Now he has a lovely pair of glasses (no tint) and also 2 builders outfits *well, that was what was needed in the end, some good old incentives..*


Friday evening was spent watching Mr Bean on holiday *again* and C and J took every opportunity to have a go at the "dance floor" whenever there was any music in the movie.


After the optician thing, we *read I* was to exhausted to even contemplating buying school uniforms, so it has slipped into tomorrows list of things to do..

I also sat down today with the phone aiming to book an appointment with a hair dresser *for C*. After having had a look at the list of local hair salons, I realized that safe bets like Toni and Guy or Hair Associates were out of the picture and with choices like Fringe Effects, Hair Affair and Uppercuts, I realized we should probably at least walk past a hair salon before making an appointment..

The ball is rolling

Today we had the official confirmation about Cs school, he is starting on Tuesday! *iih*

We went there to speed up some paperwork and J and I hid in our car spying on all the children coming out of the building at the end of the school day, the reason being: The admission secretary did a super speedy description of the uniform we needed and I didn't really follow on the phone, so I sat in the car to take notes on what the little one's were wearing, but there was no need for note scribbling, because they all looked the same and we are now going to the school costume store tomorrow to buy the whole kit. *C is very excited about the prospect of wearing a tie, I am not so sure, but he is very proud*

I will have to do a crash course this weekend in tie-tying. Never ever done it before and O will be away 3days a week. Maybe I shall get 5 of them, having O making them before he leaves...?

After that we went shopping for my next try at being a cooking mum. Today I did *again Nigella..* Rapid Ragu, i skipped the crushed tomatoes *I just can't stand the taste of it, I don't know why, I just don't like hot tomatoes* and bought a gorgeous slow cook tomato sauce which I added instead. And I just used a tiny bit of lentils, we had pasta with the ragu. I must admit it tasted lovely, and was easy to cook.

*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhh*

I suddenly feel as if I have had 3 glasses of red wine. A bit warm, happy and a little bit overwhelmed.

We just had a phone call via Skype. It was my brother and girlfriend, who called. They showed us this:


I am so happy for them!! *iiih, my little brother* They also sent some beautiful pictures, *I will wait with posting them until everyone is updated*

I am so happy for my wonderful brother and his beautiful and wonderful girlfriend.

*Ah, this is a good day, we are so happy for you guys, LOVE YOU!!!*

Comment of the day: When O and I had stopped creaming with joy, my brother explained to C what an engagement means. C, very sensitive to the whole wedding scenario since realizing I am not his future bride, fell into a heap, eyes rolling as if he was completely embarrassed. Now, just as I was posting this, he came asking me when the wedding was going to take place. I said, they hadn't decided. He said: "I hope it's not too soon, then I have to faint again!"

Assessment and baking

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Saturday I chocked O. I cooked and baked on the same day. C helped me while O and J was out with Js tricycle. *O pushing and J shouting "kööööööör, pappa" (drive daddy), not yet got the hang of the actual purpose of the pedals.


Here, C is making chocolate sauce to go with the pear pudding. It all turned out really nice and I will definitely start living with my new self.