Tomorrow is baby Dylan's first birthday, so we headed over to the casa de Petra and Thomas this afternoon for a little party. Thomas made a couple of delicious cakes, presents were opened and subsequently ignored in favor of the grown-ups' cell phones and cameras, and plenty of what I suspect was delightful Swedish conversation was had. The only bad part was that Dylan's cousin Frida had to make it all awkward by flirting with my boyfriend almost the entire time. Right in front of me. Not cool, Frida. Not cool.
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