He looks like a hopelessly out-of-shape superhero here, like he’s fallen from the air mid-flight.  For the sake of truth, justice, and the American way, let’s hope that diet dog food does the trick, and fast!

This morning Asbjørn went into the vet’s office for a shot and came out with a weight loss plan. Apparently I’ve been denial or something about his weight, and maybe I still am, a little, but he just doesn’t look that fat to me. Sure, he’s solid, but obese? I wouldn’t have said so myself,… Read More He’s not just fluffy after all.

For many years now I have been steadfast in my dislike of Coldplay.  None of my Chris-Martin-loving friends has been able persuade me that their music is anything worth my time, and I’ve even been known to leap up and switch radio stations if one of their songs comes on (that high-pitched voice of his… Read More Close call

While playing at a friend’s house the other day, Tage fell and came home with a bump on the head.  He’s a tough little fellow, and didn’t mention it until several hours later, when Lydia accidentally pushed on it while “helping” him move out of her way (no judgments here — I myself have a… Read More Fall Guy

So we did end up taking Brynja in to the ER last night around 8:30.  Her fever just did not want to stay down, and we were starting to worry a little more about dehydration, so we left Olof’s mom in charge of the older kids and made the trip to town. On the way… Read More Update

Baby’s still not feeling better, as it turns out.  She hasn’t really been keeping anything down, and the fever doesn’t really show signs of letting up.  We’re getting worried about dehydration, and per the ask-a-nurse’s advice, we may be heading off to the emergency room if she doesn’t produce a wet diaper soon.  I suppose… Read More Still sick

My poor baby’s face is a pitiful sight to behold.  She’s on day three of a ferocious late-summer cold, complete with fever (as high as 102.5°F/39.5°C this afternoon — praised be acetaminophen), stuffed-up nose, wracking coughs, and occasional vomit.  Worst of all–though the sleepless nights are coming in a close second–her usual cheerful, easy-going demeanor… Read More Bright Side

Sick baby, pouring-down rain, bedtime-resistant kids, nothing good on TV … yeah, ask me again tomorrow.

This morning when I was walking him to school, Tage turned to me and asked, “When you wake up in the morning, do you think about the things that happened last night or the things that will happen today?” I told him I thought a little bit about both, I suppose, but probably more about… Read More Food for thought