So remember those Christmas pictures I promised? Yeah, not gonna happen today, either, but I will leave you with an appetizer of sorts. This was taken at the kitchen table, before the real fun began.

Yesterday morning I woke up to that delightful child-retching-four-inches-from-my-face sound that all parents know and love, and I was just able to leap from the bed before Petra unloaded the contents of her stomach beside my pillow.  Needless to say, I was expecting a pretty rough day after that inauspicious start, but it ended up… Read More How I spent my Christmas vacation.

The ugly: burnt knäck muddy pink tights sunrise 9:45, sunset 13:23 The bad: failed power steering icy, gritty streets The good: lunch at Subway fika with friends hot showers clean sheets

As I’m sure most readers know, Olof works at home.  Though he’s explained it all to me many times, I’m not sure what, exactly, it is that he does.  I know the name of the company that he works for and that he writes software, but I’m pretty fuzzy on the details. What I see… Read More Job Description

Looks like we’re raising another Nintendo addict (don’t you love the look on her face?). At least she also appreciates the value of a good book.

This afternoon, Tage’s pre-school had their Lucia program, and we’ve hardly been able to get the boy out of his Santa outfit since. It occurred to him a couple of hours ago that he couldn’t really be Tomten (or “Tompen,” as Petra so endearingly says) without a beard, so he went on a search. He… Read More Santa Baby

Today I am officially seven months pregnant, just two months away from my February 13 due date. I’ve been trying to convince myself that those months will fly by before I’ve had time to notice, but I can’t help looking back two months and thinking just how long it’s been since mid-October, and then I… Read More Mission 78% Accomplished

Last night Lydia asked me to help her wrap a present she’d gotten for her best friend. As I deftly cut and folded and tucked and taped, she marveled, “You’re, like, the queen of wrapping paper.” Though preening inwardly and preparing to have my ego stroked a bit, I kept my eyes demurely on the… Read More Cue deflation.

This afternoon, Lydia and I stopped at the grocery store after I picked her up from spending the night at a friend’s house. The bakery had a special on saffron buns, so I picked out four, and Lydia chose a glazed doughnut for herself. An hour or so after we’d eaten them, Tage came in… Read More Do you *see* the kind of injustice she endures?