Month: September 2010
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While I was in London…
I went to London for 4 amazing days – a pretty sophisticated hen party weekend for Mariam, several weeks before her wedding to Fred. Of course, before I left, I managed to sign the kids up for the Lilla Lidingöloppet, a 1,7 km course just for kids. We were invited to run by Christopher’s soccer-football-running…
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What Happens When I’m Not There…
So I pick up my camera to take some pictures, and flip through some old ones. And what do I find but 20 (!) pictures of Benjamin’s on-line catch. No “ones that got away” or “ones that were THIS big” – here we have proof of the virtual fish he managed to snag on the…
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What You Say… and What They Hear
Christopher loves his calendar and the idea of being organized. He was sitting beside me, writing in his activities… “Fffff”, he says, and then writes “F”. “Eeee” he continues, and writes “e”. “P” he sounds out a few times, and then writes “P”. “Look, Mama” he says. “Is that right?” “FeP”, I say, somewhat puzzled.…
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Queen Annika
I’m not sure when it happened… when my daughter became royalty, and me a mere servant… “Mamma,” I hear on the phone at 4 pm, “I am going to pick mushrooms with my class tomorrow, and I MUST have new rainboots.” “OK…” I say, “I can pick you up and take you to Mörby Centrum…
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Birthday Morning II… and Gympa
Am I a bad listener? I do try… but last week we got a message from Christopher’s gym teacher that he has not been changing clothes for gym class – a new thing for a first grader. The first time, he didn’t like my choice (since I wouldn’t let him wear his football outfit) so…
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Clothing Choices
I thought that the annual school pictures would be a good place to comment on our childrens’ clothing choices, and how they reveal a lot about where each of them is right now. Annika – is wearing H&M – black jeans/leggings on the bottom, with a white tank with black stripes covered by a black…
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Birthday Morning
This morning, I woke up officially 45 years old. Sounds so old… but I’m not – really. David was out of town, so Benjamin crawled in bed with me about 5. At 6.15, I hit the showers, and Benjamin came in… sleepy, frustrated that the toilet seat wouldn’t do his bidding, and angry. I said…