I feel like I spent more than my fair share of time at the changing table today. This Day of the Diaper deserves its own photo to remember it by.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Linda and the babies and I headed to the mall today to check out the party supply store. Linda's elder daughter is having a birthday in a couple of weeks and I wanted to check out what was available for an upcoming event that you'll hear more about later. We had fun picking out items that we would have loved when we were kids and daydreaming about how sweet it would be to have a pinata. (Sorry, I don't have a tilde on this Swedish keyboard and I'm too lazy to go copy and paste one from a website or something. Not too lazy to write two whole sentences about it, though.) Linda walked out with the makings of a sweet little girl's birthday party and I picked up a couple of ridiculous items that I can't wait to tell you about in a few weeks.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
The US Postal Service was particularly slow this year so even though my mom shipped our Christmas package weeks ago, I've still been checking the mail day after day and no package. Then, today, while I was Skyping with Mom, the doorbell rang and there was The Post with the package in hand! The timing couldn't have been better. Mom got to watch Jamie open all of his presents and see me get excited over the loads of candy, toys, cookie-making stuff, Baby's First Christmas ornament and stockings for the whole family, among other things. And that pug? That's for Jamie, not for me. Not at all.
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Swede and I decided to take advantage of the sweet after-Christmas sales and headed over to the baby store to pick up a jumper to give our arms a rest. He's a little too short for it, as the armholes are so high that they force him to raise the roof a bit while he's bouncing, but he loves it nevertheless.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Kalle Anka. She worked for hours to prepare a meal that was so delicious that everyone was stuffed with seconds and thirds within minutes.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but I know there are a couple of things I'm good at. Decorating sugar cookies is not one of them. The problem yesterday wasn't the frosting. It was yours truly. I decorated cookies/comforted a sleepy, cranky baby for, literally, hours today and these three mediocre rascals were the only ones out of a batch of TWO DOZEN that are worth mentioning. The rest look like the were decorated by toddlers. Toddlers with sub-par fine motor skills. You can probably guess that the "joy" cookie was one of the first since that was the last thing I was feeling at the end of the ordeal. I'd set the whole bunch of them on fire if they didn't taste so darn good.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
This should be a picture of the beautiful Christmas sugar cookies I baked today, but my frosting was a disaster. I'll try again tomorrow, though, so just take it easy, okay? You'll get what's coming to you eventually. Today, though, you get these smällkarameller that I made yesterday when I was feeling only slightly less crafty than I was today when I decided to bake cookies. There's a surprise inside for my husband. So get excited, babe! Not too excited, though. It's just a lousy piece of chocolate.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on all the good hip hop living in Sweden. I mean, we get some mainstream stuff on the radio but certainly not as much as I became accustomed to in Cleveland and Nashville. And now, being home on maternity leave, I hardly ever listen to the radio so this may already be a huge global hit and I'm way late catching the bus. At any rate, this song and its video are amazing and, like, custom-made for my taste, so thank you, Selah, for bringing it to my attention.
Monday, December 12, 2011
A couple of months ago, our niece Elin was in the midst of a fund raising campaign for her school or handball team or something. You know, the ones that you just LOVE your co-workers' kids to be involved in. Anyway, kids could earn themselves some pretty sweet prizes by selling a lot so the whole family pitched in to help Elin earn a moped. A MOPED, people. The Swede and I sat down with the catalog and picked out the most attractive items we could find. I recall putting a lot of time and thought into the selection process. So over the weekend our order was delivered. Now, as I said, we placed the order a couple of months ago so we had both forgotten what we had ordered. This assortment of entertainment came as quite a surprise, I can tell you. A book about edible mushrooms? I'm quite certain we didn't order that. Did we? Three-hundred and fifty-three minutes of documentary on Sweden's history? What, because we have so much time on our hands to sit down in front of a documentary series? A panflute CD? Okay, that was all me and I stand by that selection. So, yeah, expect some rando presents under the tree from our family this year.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
champ like his papa. Either way, the fact that I gave birth to a boy means double the fish-smelling laundry for mom.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Okay, you know I'm a big USA Lover, right? But that I also believe, or, dare I say, KNOW, that people are taking much better care of one another in Sweden? Well, dental care is not Sweden's proudest area in terms of social welfare. It's free until you're twenty and then there is a decent voucher system to help offset any high cost treatments, but it doesn't compare with the amazing health care system. Consequently, The Swede waited until the pain became unbearable to make an appointment. It seems to have been necessary, though, as he came home with a numb cheek and then did something I never thought I'd see in a million years: he poured a bottle of Coke down the sink. Convincing dentist, eh? Also, generous. The Swede was sent home with a goodie bag. I have no idea whether or not the goodies were government subsidized.