Thursday, May 31, 2012
Jamie and I spent the afternoon with Erin and Ossian again today in the city. We met up at Central Station and ordered sushi at a counter there and then picked a table where I made the especially messy decision to let Jamie try an avocado roll. He loved it, of course, but I was finding rice within the folds of his clothes, in the stroller, and on my person for hours afterwards. Well worth it to see his excitement at trying something new and, of course, eating with his hands, which, as we all know, is THE BEST. I'm pretty sure after seeing the disaster that became our side of the table, though, Erin was resigned never to start Ossian on solids.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
We're going to the country this weekend and we'll be staying in our own cabin for the first time. The Swede, Papa Swede and Sarianne worked hard getting it painted, laying a new wood floor and rewiring the electricity over the past couple of months and now it's finally time to move in. Cue a trip to Ikea for a few of the basics like a waste basket and a lamp and, oh, why not a rug and a cute mirror while I'm at it? Add a meatball lunch with my best little guy and that's what I call an afternoon.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Today we all got dressed up and went to the horse track. One of the most distinguished international horse races, Elitloppet, takes place every spring just around the corner in Bromma. There were thousands of people there, many of whom had camped outside the gates last night to get the best viewing spots today. We had to park a half-hour walk away but it was a beautiful day for a stroll and, even though our horse didn't win, it was a very cool thing to experience.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
My apologies if you, like me, get totally sicked out by hair. Yes, it's lovely on heads but the second it comes off it may as well be explosive, I want so little to do with it. This, though, is the hair of my two favorites, so it's okay. Yesterday I trimmed a little off of Jamie's baby mullet just to class things up a bit back there. Of course, like all
sickos moms, I wanted to keep his first lock but first I wanted to compare it to The Original Baby Swede's. So out with The Swede's trusty baby book, a work I have come to cherish and reference often over these past ten months. Jamie's baby hair, while not obviously in the picture, is definitely redder than The Swede's and since he grew to be a towhead, as was I, it's very possible that Jamie will too. Or he could stay a ginger and we'd still love him all the day long.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
When I took Mom and Ray to Drottningholm Castle last week it was a bit of a bust. It was raining and Jamie had fallen asleep on the way there so Mom and I just hung out in the car while Ray peeked into the garden. Today, however, was a perfect day to be there and everybody knew it. It's a red day so the place was packed with folks enjoying their day off.
The only thing missing was The Swede, seen here in a photo from the first time I was at Drottningholm the summer I moved here. Pretty awesome that this guy married me, huh?
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
I used to tease my mother-in-law about her holiday toy shopping style, which essentially consists of her sticking out her arm and walking down an entire aisle while everything at arm-level falls into her cart. I get it now. Toys are so magical, dudes! I went into Toys R Us to get Jamie some balls since he chases them around our house for literally hours without getting bored and a couple have disappeared under the couch or who knows where. I found the balls in the store quickly and then things just spiralled out of control. My pocketbook took a major hit and I think we all know that, sadly, Jamie will probably still prefer a toothbrush and an empty Coke bottle to that snazzy new steering wheel on his stroller.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
I was so excited, you guys. I was going to be celebrating American Mother's Day with my mom. Last Sunday I gave her a big hug and the customary greeting and she was all, "Thanks, sweetie, but it's next Sunday." Yeah. If we were in the same place today I'd take her to breakfast, but only if that place were America because breakfast is totally slammin' there and it's not so hot here. Literally. They eat cold sandwiches for breakfast. So since I can't do the breakfast thing I thought I'd honor her with a donation to CARE via Every Mother Counts, an organization that aims to help prevent the hundreds of thousands of annual deaths of women and girls during pregnancy and childbirth. My mother could have very possibly died while giving birth to me, but was able to become my mother due to access to modern medicine and the ability to deliver in a safe, sterile and reachable environment. Jamie's birth, while long, was uncomplicated and low-risk but I cannot imagine having had to do it without drugs, outside of a hospital, or even alone as many of the world's women do. It's easy for us to take these things for granted, the same way we often take our moms for granted, so today I'm going to try to remember how lucky we are to be alive to be mothers and to be extra grateful for the fact that I got to give mine a hug in person this year. Just a week early.
Jamie fell asleep the minute I transferred him from his stroller to his car seat so I just kept driving through the farmland into a nature reserve. I had the radio off and the windows down and the sounds and smells of the woods from inside the car reminded me of the weekend drives we used to take in our Volkswagen van when I was a kid. Don't ask my brother about these weekend drives. His memories are likely not as fond since his clownin' bottom was planted in The Slap Seat. Good times. But really, this afternoon drive was pure magic and I think I'm going to need to make it a tradition.