Tage’s been invited to a birthday party tomorrow afternoon, which means that I’m on the hook to tag along and hang around drinking coffee and making small talk while my boy partakes of the festivities.  I know most kids his age are fine to be dropped off at events like this and picked up later,… Read More Celebrate good times, come on

I had an appointment with my midwife this afternoon, and after all the usual checks, she thought we should talk about my expectations for the delivery, telling me that a new procedure they’re following at the hospital is the Dublin model of active management of labor.  Now is it just me, or do those words,… Read More This bodes ill.

After losing Åsa last fall, we’ve all been a little more anxious about Moa going outside, though of course we understand that she’s really no less safe now than she has been for all the years she’s been allowed outside.  I’ve mused more than once that I would make her an indoors-only cat if I… Read More Scared straight

After an updating hiatus of more than seven months, I have finally added new pictures to the kids’ pages. I also tinkered a bit with the index pages, switching from hyperlinks to drop-down menus, and hopefully making navigation a bit easier. So, if you’re interested in seeing some not-very-recent photos of the little darlings, feel… Read More Housekeeping

It seems like I’ve spent most of the winter at one end or the other of a headcold, which is unusual for me.  Generally I get only a couple of colds a year, and they tend to be the short-lived kind.  I’m not sure what’s different this year, but I do know I’m tired of… Read More What gives?

Olof turns 40 today, and we had an all-day celebration down at his parents’ house, with most of the extended family in attendance. A good time was had by all, as they say. The highlight of the day was probably the cake his sister made. I don’t think there exists a cake that would suit… Read More Child at heart

So Tage was riding around on his stick horse, cowboy hat firmly in place, when Lydia decided she would “just flip his hat off.”  With her foot.  And none too gently, either, because the impact of her foot on his face–when it failed to reach his hat brim–left him with a black eye. Lovely.

Whoever decided that Christmas vacation should be 2½ weeks long ought to be hung by the thumbs.

Olof was back to work today, which was much less fun for the rest of us than the previous eleven days had been. I’d say it was probably less fun for him as well, but he’s one of those lucky souls who actually enjoys his work. Not only that, but he had a good excuse… Read More You take what you can get.