After the impressive nosedive of Operation Cold Turkey with Mustard, I turned to the internets for advice and found plenty to choose from. So I stuffed my bra with cabbage leaves and gave Petra carte blanche at the Boob Juice Buffet, and whaddaya know–it worked! This morning I felt well enough to declare myself mastitis-free,… Read More Now that’s what I call teamwork!

Petra is fifteen months old now, and I’ve been feeling lately that I’m about ready to stop nursing her. She hasn’t been nursing at night for a few weeks now, and she’s been very unfocused about it during the day. She won’t sit for regular nursing sessions, but instead wants me to sit exposed all… Read More When Weaning Goes Bad*

I haven’t got much of value to write today, so let me direct your attention to the new issue of Mosaic Minds, which went live last week.  The theme is “A Fine Line,” and there’s plenty there to hold your interest.  Give it a look!

At Tage’s pre-school, they sing a song about a crocodile that drives a car, but its tail is too long to fit inside.* The other afternoon, as he and I walked home, he started talking about the song. “A crocodile that drives a car,” I marveled. “Isn’t that silly?” “No,” he told me, clearly dismayed… Read More More fun with Tage

We re-did Tage’s room this past summer, replacing the Mamma Mu decor chosen for a five-year-old Lydia with a something more in line with his current tastes:  superheroes!  He’s got Spiderman bedding, Spiderman lamps, Spiderman curtains, and even a Spiderman laundry basket.  We painted bright blue walls on which Spiderman figures prominently–with a smattering of… Read More Schadenfreude

Lydia is all about the pop stars these days, so when I read in the paper that last year’s Idol winner, Agnes Carlsson, was going to be performing and signing autographs at our local mall, I knew we had to be there.  Though her music isn’t really my style, I have a soft spot for… Read More Meeting Lassie*

So yesterday, Helena and I were in town with Lydia and a couple of Lydia’s friends. We had parked the car and were on our way to the mall, when Helena said to me, “Oh my god, read what it says on the back of that pickup!” “Where?” I asked, looking around and expecting to… Read More Seriously, wtf?

This week Tage started his regular pre-school schedule, going from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon, three days a week, and it’s amazing how quiet the house is in the hours that he’s gone. It’s almost spooky. Petra plays quietly and calmly, the dogs lie around snoozing, Olof works in the office… Read More Noise

The clutter has finally driven me ’round the bend, and for the past few days I’ve been trying to channel my inner neat freak. Problem is, I don’t have a place for everything, so there are piles and piles of stuff everywhere. We have two whole rooms devoted to the stashing of stuff we don’t… Read More A place for everything and everything in its place.

Kanelbullensdag, or Cinnamon Bun Day, observed every year on the fourth of October. Usually it passes without my giving it much notice, but this year it was in the back of my mind because I had seen it noted on the kids’ school-lunch menus earlier in the week. Around noon yesterday, Helena called and said… Read More One more reason to love Sweden