More fall splendor, courtesy of Olof:

Last week I ordered three pairs of pants–two jeans and one sort of cargo-style–and yesterday they arrived.  Against all odds, they all fit, and fit well.  What are the chances?  I think maybe I’ll run to the gas station and buy some lottery tickets.

The other day Tage came along when I picked Petra up from pre-school, and the three of us went with a couple of other moms and their kids (Petra’s schoolmates) to a nearby park.  After she’d had her fill of the playground equipment, Petra ran up to the top of a big hill at the… Read More Foreshadowing?

Over the course of a couple of years, the dogs have more or less taken over the couches in the upstairs living room, and for far too long now, there’s just been no sitting in there because of all the hair. There are plenty of other places to sit in this house, and our main… Read More Sofa King Stubborn

Olof, musingly, reads from the back of the milk carton, “Milk is luxury.” Tage, a trifle impatiently, replies “Kids don’t know what ‘luxury’ means.”

Sometimes, when things are quiet like they are now, with all three of the older kids away from home and the baby sleeping peacefully in her carriage, I get so caught up in enjoying the silence, in being able to exhale, finally, that I forget to do any of the things I’ve been meaning to… Read More Regret

New hats and jackets have been the order of the day around here lately, so I’d be remiss if I didn’t post a picture of Lydia in her new winter kit.  It took us two hours and seven stores to find just the thing she wanted, but in the end we both came away happy… Read More Decked out