Action figures have slowly been creeping into our home over the past year. Somehow they just show up. One day all of a sudden there was some large overly muscled masked blue man playing with K’s toy animals. I do not know the character, nor how he got in our home; but my wife believes that he was given to K at a birthday party … Continue reading Spider-Man on the Catwalk
Christmas Eve found this family still in Almhult, Sweden…alone with no family or friends over, but very merry still. This was K’s fourth Christmas and M’s second. Since K has been around, family has become more of a focus for us. One of the joys, and challenges, of living abroad is being away from family. Before we had kids, this did not bother us too … Continue reading Twas a Merry Christmas (God Jul) Indeed
I had that awkward internal debate in my head yesterday. It went something like this: -Wow, M is sleeping an extra long time for his nap. -Ah how nice, I can relax and catch up on more mindless internet stuff. -But it really has been longer than normal…could there be something wrong. -No, he is fine. Look more status updates on Facebook. -Do you think … Continue reading Silly I know…but perhaps I should still check on him.
Bringing light into the dark of winter: Saint Lucia Day in Sweden. Yesterday was the celebration of St. Lucia Day. Being a Hemmapappa, I had no exposure to how this holiday was celebrated, though K had a huge feast at school and a visit from the St. Lucia representative. The above link takes you to another blog, Fika after Fifity, that has a very nice … Continue reading Bringing light into the dark of winter: Saint Lucia Day in Sweden
While the following event did take place, the exact details of the conversation to be described is purely a work of fiction (though it is how the conversation took place in my head.) Scene: Recently weaned M is being put to sleep by Poppa, tantruming K is being bathed by Momma…the phone rings. Momma: “Hello.” Swedish Official: “Hej Hej, is this … Continue reading I need to buy a what?!
When I pick up K from his preschool, I look at the other parents waiting for their children to finish their lunch and I think to myself, “Yeah, they all look like they are parents.” This is in contrast to my own internal mental mirror of myself where I am much too young, and consequently young looking, to have children. My mental mirror shows a … Continue reading The Aging Effects of Parenting
We were coming home from an awesome walk/sled-ride through the forest, which had ended with some exciting sledding for K. Upon entering the apartment complex, the sweet old lady from the first floor came out and started chatting up K, of which none of us could understand as it was in Swedish. But, K doesn’t need Swedish when he sees someone holding out a toy … Continue reading Christmas in a Cave