tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59164807822442632312024-03-19T03:39:09.949-07:00Sigge's worldlivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-45469390040832381242011-11-13T12:13:00.000-08:002011-11-13T12:21:22.617-08:00white light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq88cFUs5FPQs9-Ya3xFn3gOvBNzLxBBHL9B8KoQdqPeXgOG9d2ZFj8V-_ZjRR6NXcl4KwoQvBQpSe5R1p90LrpfKDrYUSpM1MdqX6lG6x-bcBJpsxaIzey_P5WitjoR38yk561nh1qE/s1600/DSC_1130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq88cFUs5FPQs9-Ya3xFn3gOvBNzLxBBHL9B8KoQdqPeXgOG9d2ZFj8V-_ZjRR6NXcl4KwoQvBQpSe5R1p90LrpfKDrYUSpM1MdqX6lG6x-bcBJpsxaIzey_P5WitjoR38yk561nh1qE/s400/DSC_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674577656100164450" /></a>All this violence around little boys must be good for something.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhiTVzh5JtTD8pPAJaTMjmVeKuAgJzaDxvu32rb-1G96yGQrH13MH1UsHZ75dGvExvYIra-Agaet6YbJWpZpdD44L_seCQhG7NgDp2Frld0cw56k-kfiBDzAO5zecro_tTcr7sj-x9yw/s1600/DSC_1151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhiTVzh5JtTD8pPAJaTMjmVeKuAgJzaDxvu32rb-1G96yGQrH13MH1UsHZ75dGvExvYIra-Agaet6YbJWpZpdD44L_seCQhG7NgDp2Frld0cw56k-kfiBDzAO5zecro_tTcr7sj-x9yw/s400/DSC_1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674577643087679730" /></a>Sigge on top of a little mountain. All dressed up for the cold.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1g_E3jhAgclaKvcraC5BF7fR_T_n12xKlikBMNfR1lH6NSmPGa4AeU0PKFvSuqoUIlivPUc_TFvYyWMwVXN_Iarp9jpAE4rnLxXQdgUptQrFvpn0thU3-E9VlDZk2tYl2bOiB-mfk2II/s1600/DSC_1145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1g_E3jhAgclaKvcraC5BF7fR_T_n12xKlikBMNfR1lH6NSmPGa4AeU0PKFvSuqoUIlivPUc_TFvYyWMwVXN_Iarp9jpAE4rnLxXQdgUptQrFvpn0thU3-E9VlDZk2tYl2bOiB-mfk2II/s400/DSC_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674577634723816498" /></a>The rest of a castle never built in Haga - Vik and a friend. Notice the sword.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfSde-9oVBKZ15Xs7W9HDQlYg9YuTyVAzEGwRhyphenhyphen_a7anwtRGPmw33E3070dCyCjCC3Zo5VvhefzgJ-RmZ1aKWayI4IkFndUARAD7CbindVciqsMBTTIHs75jYi8lJwuw_D1xp01eOKCE/s1600/DSC_1108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfSde-9oVBKZ15Xs7W9HDQlYg9YuTyVAzEGwRhyphenhyphen_a7anwtRGPmw33E3070dCyCjCC3Zo5VvhefzgJ-RmZ1aKWayI4IkFndUARAD7CbindVciqsMBTTIHs75jYi8lJwuw_D1xp01eOKCE/s400/DSC_1108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674577632453439986" /></a><br />November has been very warm and flowers are starting to come out again. The sun is so low at this time of the year and it gives a very peculiar light. The sky is clear and high. It goes dark at 4 pm. The children are fine.Life goes on as usual and we are settled. Strange to write and strange to feel. Went with Viktor to a kiddies party and it is good to see he ended up in a good group of kids at school. The biggest obstacles are to hang our paintings and plan for book-shelves and little things around the house.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-19478726322016445372011-11-07T13:01:00.000-08:002011-11-07T13:22:42.389-08:00The benefits of a big sister in the house<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f4P4PcinRadAMkqBzAMuvgfbcSoXm_gDjaAvIxtgw9RDssLCzLL51_2dFuAIP-2QChpoNLQQM-pfLTVgEcfX-AUY5ejpRHryCeKXInljR8YSbrqUp9U46FQtih84cUDldONdxlE1g8g/s1600/DSC_1085.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f4P4PcinRadAMkqBzAMuvgfbcSoXm_gDjaAvIxtgw9RDssLCzLL51_2dFuAIP-2QChpoNLQQM-pfLTVgEcfX-AUY5ejpRHryCeKXInljR8YSbrqUp9U46FQtih84cUDldONdxlE1g8g/s400/DSC_1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672362833980035682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50PMN9MwUYhm4D9xrGLR1cpMB9WlG8ezlNQ6-2a0QBY03mhH4_WedEmjYyQzhCyIElNSeaXEYyuHh1mzCaEYWJNZS_CPlaQ_E9zcW-MRRKiY7Z_ocdJoeenNEe2IUyAbIRdOO-Uap0Mg/s1600/DSC_1087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50PMN9MwUYhm4D9xrGLR1cpMB9WlG8ezlNQ6-2a0QBY03mhH4_WedEmjYyQzhCyIElNSeaXEYyuHh1mzCaEYWJNZS_CPlaQ_E9zcW-MRRKiY7Z_ocdJoeenNEe2IUyAbIRdOO-Uap0Mg/s400/DSC_1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672362815335450242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUafNHe0NQ5m80vuBufbfKzdCXPb0rvEdyooLMWw2FC3H4Dj1gSFjIbA4DWN57opepFRe5EfkmdJ9uY9Bpn9AkCGUgeTxlC2f67hZkN5fwXx9ZZ3KOv98CPt6Bn-txH_HMWwXX_dcHWig/s1600/DSC_1090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUafNHe0NQ5m80vuBufbfKzdCXPb0rvEdyooLMWw2FC3H4Dj1gSFjIbA4DWN57opepFRe5EfkmdJ9uY9Bpn9AkCGUgeTxlC2f67hZkN5fwXx9ZZ3KOv98CPt6Bn-txH_HMWwXX_dcHWig/s400/DSC_1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672362810897751346" /></a><br />Viktor is very into his nail polish. When the school organised a pyjama party he insisted on weraing a nightie and Cara said she would thump anyone bothering her brother for wearing a girl's nightie. No thumping was necessary - it is very much a non-issue with little boys in dresses here. Same goes for Marcus and I am happy that these boys are given the possibility to play with jewelry and dresses and dolls. But more than the political correctness and I just love these pictures and I love all the little interactions that take place between all members of our house-hold. I found Marcus like this one day and have no idea who put on the neck-lace on his head.<div><br /></div><div>I have been away for a conference in Innsbruck, Austria. It was good to sleep undisturbed for a few nights, I had time to think and work and talk about my work and I feel much less tired now which is good. I came home to the sad news of my Godfather's death - farbror Sven lived to be 97 years old and died peacefully and painless. But it is becoming clear that my parents' circle of friends are slowly disappearing - oncle Arne Bakken and tante Sigi and farbror Sven and many more - it is sad as I learnt a lot from the oldies and it makes me feel a little lonely in the world, like an umbrella of experienced people is disintegrating slowly above me. Will go and see tant Dagmar, my Godmother, later this week and tell her how important farbror Sven has been in my choice of career, he was my role model of an eccentric free-spirited professor at Karolinska at a time when there was still space for eccentric free-spirited professors in the scientific community. Ramling. Will go and read my book instead!</div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-66933570145262694202011-10-31T10:53:00.000-07:002011-10-31T11:57:18.699-07:00Halloween 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHuraFWnEYp8q3YBPFvyYCsVd8fv4Qog0W5tED4wnV1_OPQ_zpVL-Yj0xeOz-Y0Rfm0WMq_WEKR2vq87ga4ZdCb9KIzEejTzXaM1C61EwxexHkzq8VBD3ru8vbFuCVHDnRdurnz_KxOU/s1600/DSC_1062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHuraFWnEYp8q3YBPFvyYCsVd8fv4Qog0W5tED4wnV1_OPQ_zpVL-Yj0xeOz-Y0Rfm0WMq_WEKR2vq87ga4ZdCb9KIzEejTzXaM1C61EwxexHkzq8VBD3ru8vbFuCVHDnRdurnz_KxOU/s400/DSC_1062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669731347862882498" /></a>Flying monkey was tired and hesitant towards the green version of me. But heroic stayed up four hours past bedtime to take part in the party.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgO9J86IU9er80uENzrpQKolaDQBKCdwdKAAFgg-FiACA1Lz-9fK39AfiafUEfMx-SFsYV9PJSaW0jCxKe_bJ8G5Y9dlItyLtMEJTk0TM2GgJv-4ATdBMXZ94TJKIE0DbMkpGy-4CZVM/s1600/DSC_1056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgO9J86IU9er80uENzrpQKolaDQBKCdwdKAAFgg-FiACA1Lz-9fK39AfiafUEfMx-SFsYV9PJSaW0jCxKe_bJ8G5Y9dlItyLtMEJTk0TM2GgJv-4ATdBMXZ94TJKIE0DbMkpGy-4CZVM/s400/DSC_1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669731344620929842" /></a>Love love love ambra's parties<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DHwjdbt7icOqxtf5mC2uAOIB6FUpZQERckICqI2Z4OjOItk_2PL_2ajLAjDbUNxdHaLqKjMbTtSFU9KO1Fmlty10akkVWTA0nMwlBOlHjtvzgIqJMNfIIEjRtu02j4XGDYn1uNUECKU/s1600/DSC_1048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DHwjdbt7icOqxtf5mC2uAOIB6FUpZQERckICqI2Z4OjOItk_2PL_2ajLAjDbUNxdHaLqKjMbTtSFU9KO1Fmlty10akkVWTA0nMwlBOlHjtvzgIqJMNfIIEjRtu02j4XGDYn1uNUECKU/s400/DSC_1048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669728305620263794" /></a>My children! Such little sweet-hearts.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZhUvK73Bo_fIruWHmUDV0W7CeusgUccxKh8hwWMYamKbAfWQ2m0fDSDwZ4R_XY2Rnp4Lk5KJSFEnFwosRyuODvfFnsJsc0QO-9uLI0FazaQlO09469GTaQzzINovwejOSWqcPoth4q8/s1600/DSC_1064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZhUvK73Bo_fIruWHmUDV0W7CeusgUccxKh8hwWMYamKbAfWQ2m0fDSDwZ4R_XY2Rnp4Lk5KJSFEnFwosRyuODvfFnsJsc0QO-9uLI0FazaQlO09469GTaQzzINovwejOSWqcPoth4q8/s400/DSC_1064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669728299778723778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwoNS5Gh8IoXpjXAwtgJlOi6fMm9H11sNHJnAv0K7lwrItae4518zFLepssE4hTaErZpsXRFc67ePRJZZj1mrWftXyeP4EituEGg7PDs4T48Eq2HpWvtuONlCGWrIrqwnUVQcQczlfnIY/s1600/DSC_1046.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwoNS5Gh8IoXpjXAwtgJlOi6fMm9H11sNHJnAv0K7lwrItae4518zFLepssE4hTaErZpsXRFc67ePRJZZj1mrWftXyeP4EituEGg7PDs4T48Eq2HpWvtuONlCGWrIrqwnUVQcQczlfnIY/s400/DSC_1046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669725112999504514" /></a>Cara becomes this creepy quiet character - did the same last year.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIe5CFtZmjKqBDHQR8aJB9ot6Ox3tOny0gsuZeOxY6lL3ZjIOLj_BBcFlqc5J7xYtM5SRkekT1xxLGvlaJk9k33ZWK_eFtdhf7M7Coima7uK6_bQBQb2pHvAqjXf-jgTFuSNzqtyLXug/s1600/DSC_1068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIe5CFtZmjKqBDHQR8aJB9ot6Ox3tOny0gsuZeOxY6lL3ZjIOLj_BBcFlqc5J7xYtM5SRkekT1xxLGvlaJk9k33ZWK_eFtdhf7M7Coima7uK6_bQBQb2pHvAqjXf-jgTFuSNzqtyLXug/s400/DSC_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669725101638785378" /></a>But most of all she finds a quiet corner and reads magazines whilst the older generation parties.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnE119BqSmV-CKqddIq3bfZvQTbZM-tVcuWVrI87pPcxe1aqCdT5-br3B_BqM8zN3b13eWBB5F4DkWmV9dSpvXBJsmMCurLCke3ZoXwXIvhu0hTh-GAtCHSK9TsNNBG2NtqcPyRtuvDEk/s1600/DSC_1072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnE119BqSmV-CKqddIq3bfZvQTbZM-tVcuWVrI87pPcxe1aqCdT5-br3B_BqM8zN3b13eWBB5F4DkWmV9dSpvXBJsmMCurLCke3ZoXwXIvhu0hTh-GAtCHSK9TsNNBG2NtqcPyRtuvDEk/s400/DSC_1072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669725095573486818" /></a>Too tired and too individualist to repeat 2010 family-theme. I tried to sell the Wizard of Oz theme for a long time. Cara refused to share her vampire theme. Viktor likes Darth Vader. Martin likes lycra (note the bird eating brain through the helmet). I often feel like the wicked witch of the west and brought Marcus as a flying monkey.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-18026080390348339532011-10-25T10:31:00.000-07:002011-10-25T11:36:37.043-07:00weaning is getting different with time.<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_K130Ow4B9lmHhG6w4CKqQGI9vkbQCnjPQQMs0T45vP-HX-UW-Cp6B5IB2MIuDAwx9PtXjjpxeeCxNu3fTNoUqf_Yjh48HrY42u3Xp3L7ZjFQTt90bVCcuaaPWJ_MfN5a63K0o8CuMI/s1600/DSC_1020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_K130Ow4B9lmHhG6w4CKqQGI9vkbQCnjPQQMs0T45vP-HX-UW-Cp6B5IB2MIuDAwx9PtXjjpxeeCxNu3fTNoUqf_Yjh48HrY42u3Xp3L7ZjFQTt90bVCcuaaPWJ_MfN5a63K0o8CuMI/s400/DSC_1020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667484776258513010" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPAWV6v9FfmeGw9pe9hy3AgW-pYPaONiBDlBBcrf88YrZehoJv9u_tkHhc2hvrAL8rg9zwkAh_3Jg5S0RXkLx047IOr3fKQZOf0NwZm1ArjADxb8Y3F4hxV8zodVvgjVEqFFfP_EIVOU/s1600/DSC_1019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPAWV6v9FfmeGw9pe9hy3AgW-pYPaONiBDlBBcrf88YrZehoJv9u_tkHhc2hvrAL8rg9zwkAh_3Jg5S0RXkLx047IOr3fKQZOf0NwZm1ArjADxb8Y3F4hxV8zodVvgjVEqFFfP_EIVOU/s400/DSC_1019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667484760946402994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeaOn1I4P0xtJdtfAMwuA-TpgtJHjd9DuH5bhmQo_MhHCgK5wnC88zAXzxGkZWvk2YX88TwdDjCxh_S9LEnOqjW1TlXBAz2yQ3DviSVvxVFSnsSiEzFWOW6phtaFHfjfk3lCGQOFwY2o/s1600/DSC_1017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeaOn1I4P0xtJdtfAMwuA-TpgtJHjd9DuH5bhmQo_MhHCgK5wnC88zAXzxGkZWvk2YX88TwdDjCxh_S9LEnOqjW1TlXBAz2yQ3DviSVvxVFSnsSiEzFWOW6phtaFHfjfk3lCGQOFwY2o/s400/DSC_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667484750280185410" /></a>We try. We make all the politically correct mashes and mixtures, we add no salt. </span>We use only organic fruit and vegs. (Ekolådan rocks). <span class="Apple-style-span">We use only organic cold pressed rapeseed oil. The boy takes a spoon or two, swallows politely and then keep his mouth firmly shut. Friendly but firm is his strategy. Then he stretches out his arms towards our food and grunts. If we don't get it fast enough he shouts but usually Cara or Viktor has managed to sneak some proper food into his mouth long before he gets frantic. Our organic baby mashes usually ends up in the bin. Instead Siggis feeds on spetzle, gulash, pasta with tomato sauce, brownies, fish, rice, whatever the rest of us eats. There might be a survival potential in only eating what others eat. I guess our food tastes more and is of more interesting texture. I feel a little guilty breaking all the recommendations but Sigge decided to wean the South-American way - and who am I to stop him? As long as the majority of his food still consists of porridge, breast-milk and gruel I guess the odd meal won't kill him. It is just a matter of months before we'd let him share our food anyway. And it is fun to see another strong personality develop!</span>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-84805899693924281332011-10-23T10:35:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:09:51.790-07:00We are back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8uW5WoO9cgBMzNB4q4Li3G19mUPkRofVJrkRD1iWNzCt8Ilnqv6kdWPLG3EjYu4_-hYghcstlHblKvoysitifzbEEE6__U2L2I-3rXNKEzcF4wOdtTmOBL3OT7mWKAVDjZ40YNazxT0/s1600/DSC_1003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8uW5WoO9cgBMzNB4q4Li3G19mUPkRofVJrkRD1iWNzCt8Ilnqv6kdWPLG3EjYu4_-hYghcstlHblKvoysitifzbEEE6__U2L2I-3rXNKEzcF4wOdtTmOBL3OT7mWKAVDjZ40YNazxT0/s400/DSC_1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666748331192807762" /></a>still tired but in recovery. Hot chocolate on a fine day in Haga helps!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcjr_ujqsM22z-T9rcS8rJMnzJuZfJGQdQ3_TNYOEbwIlo7kbceBfKD-Cvl5228sWcDG6tcDHGF7ROxiWGSYrsiBb6RwWYZuTCmMpgLwi4K-W-ra6RofeXCD7Foe3X3khFIDrg6judRo/s1600/DSC_1001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcjr_ujqsM22z-T9rcS8rJMnzJuZfJGQdQ3_TNYOEbwIlo7kbceBfKD-Cvl5228sWcDG6tcDHGF7ROxiWGSYrsiBb6RwWYZuTCmMpgLwi4K-W-ra6RofeXCD7Foe3X3khFIDrg6judRo/s400/DSC_1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666746543171282066" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWChlC8lgw6aiysSBc0jcSLkCSq12SRebKXCnYsPTN1DGwP3wq9TBN4O0ADzXhty-u87R7pJK74YX9H-7S8EUZr9U0RAp0wnjLqtmJxovzU6OK5O6So4tS6YP2a0ctcpEtj4KO7InV_Gk/s1600/DSC_0994.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWChlC8lgw6aiysSBc0jcSLkCSq12SRebKXCnYsPTN1DGwP3wq9TBN4O0ADzXhty-u87R7pJK74YX9H-7S8EUZr9U0RAp0wnjLqtmJxovzU6OK5O6So4tS6YP2a0ctcpEtj4KO7InV_Gk/s400/DSC_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666746523029419010" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenw1Uxh6gMkjmGoFAtzcaYjG4WhprTWmljW27Ljtw6j3qeSaGVZQGNNrOMU-xx0TF9c_-0H5X6hF9mtOW7EOp_WRC-fncX0ZWze0mumnm8iL60ucdmNWo1UjsHiG-l9cxm2AnTWixD9Y/s1600/DSC_1015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenw1Uxh6gMkjmGoFAtzcaYjG4WhprTWmljW27Ljtw6j3qeSaGVZQGNNrOMU-xx0TF9c_-0H5X6hF9mtOW7EOp_WRC-fncX0ZWze0mumnm8iL60ucdmNWo1UjsHiG-l9cxm2AnTWixD9Y/s400/DSC_1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666746519672444818" /></a>Another few days without new infections and with undisturbed sleep and we will be just fine. Had another glorious autumn week-end - Martin's sister was visiting and Stockholm decided to show a pretty face. Mid-term break is coming up and it will be good - Viktor is tired and Cara just wants to sit inside and read. I am busy trying to find a way to work more efficiently. Rather than taking time-consuming jumbo-mumbo courses or getting a mentor or join the new national sport of getting a coach I talk to people and ask how they do. Pretty much wherever I can find them, yesterday at the first party in Viktor's class where it is striking that everyone is suffering over the immediate availability through mail and phones. I need to find a space to concentrate on the more important and diffuse aspects of my job than the day-to-day tasks. Which will be a great topic for next weeks developmental meeting with my boss. Now I will start my usual Sunday night work session...livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-57783143123963621492011-10-21T00:42:00.000-07:002011-10-21T00:51:19.847-07:00trying to catch three kids smiling is hard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-En8Fo5QJ5DJhrVUfFO6QN6KG11c13ey5wAwMRoMzCVM2aUOBDUEEVxedOkTXjQz5PxjdywMLbCNkPs-OXMOwmsvSgyOrYYCTlNGQb1y0ej-uVT6zF1cZhTN-QX-YvJWlRySWmLw7nw/s1600/DSC_0940.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-En8Fo5QJ5DJhrVUfFO6QN6KG11c13ey5wAwMRoMzCVM2aUOBDUEEVxedOkTXjQz5PxjdywMLbCNkPs-OXMOwmsvSgyOrYYCTlNGQb1y0ej-uVT6zF1cZhTN-QX-YvJWlRySWmLw7nw/s400/DSC_0940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665848533688031634" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8cIBweThkn2fc81yn6iPVwBcDvQiRuiWzufEYX3zRDCc2EXzAhgoWHVLOCl5YkLFOD-lj0ty8gptHXthLhBu7X9dbGu9UvuW1LCeh92X5WP1gG7JSTphUN3Mw5ZlPMc6KClBWVluOXs/s1600/DSC_0945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8cIBweThkn2fc81yn6iPVwBcDvQiRuiWzufEYX3zRDCc2EXzAhgoWHVLOCl5YkLFOD-lj0ty8gptHXthLhBu7X9dbGu9UvuW1LCeh92X5WP1gG7JSTphUN3Mw5ZlPMc6KClBWVluOXs/s400/DSC_0945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665848505609856946" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36FfTwv48pwW7DhJXWmdiAEsTBKgm6_-jK1FLF5da1olChv5DaTqbPq0FgYK4GIi9QTX3mkGc_bXCP-05TV5wk7q2JZfVJvdz4-zLxpnUMjMyzNLgJTaRbBq5YtFNNddHer-ydSz0S-g/s1600/DSC_0936.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36FfTwv48pwW7DhJXWmdiAEsTBKgm6_-jK1FLF5da1olChv5DaTqbPq0FgYK4GIi9QTX3mkGc_bXCP-05TV5wk7q2JZfVJvdz4-zLxpnUMjMyzNLgJTaRbBq5YtFNNddHer-ydSz0S-g/s400/DSC_0936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665848502729402482" /></a><br />christmas card might be interesting.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-87897690271243374792011-10-18T05:34:00.000-07:002011-10-18T05:50:31.006-07:00Autumn week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5Ul87bJR07kklq7s_pWzoltOqQiUw9YwUR5v4cLmf6E_ocvtXHyp-G1kRFfy-nvjKGTC2FjzV5wnCEKxjXVu6gZPXLDY8UqW9Md4JiMvtNViGQpunQUQJTIeBuIHu8lrSN-HhotpFio/s1600/DSC_0916.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5Ul87bJR07kklq7s_pWzoltOqQiUw9YwUR5v4cLmf6E_ocvtXHyp-G1kRFfy-nvjKGTC2FjzV5wnCEKxjXVu6gZPXLDY8UqW9Md4JiMvtNViGQpunQUQJTIeBuIHu8lrSN-HhotpFio/s400/DSC_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664811533953140226" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD35F9tsKnxiAWgle666VBWQlOpTeTkTto9DXUCqDcrrxlbgfnFCt34sMW4Hca1afbLIg6iiw2bjO7AzxEW6Ke_16Lu40sA0wKsgW8Ep1XLSbcGWU-27DDobFAug9lhoScAKiRQS71vQ/s1600/DSC_0920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD35F9tsKnxiAWgle666VBWQlOpTeTkTto9DXUCqDcrrxlbgfnFCt34sMW4Hca1afbLIg6iiw2bjO7AzxEW6Ke_16Lu40sA0wKsgW8Ep1XLSbcGWU-27DDobFAug9lhoScAKiRQS71vQ/s400/DSC_0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664811517682500002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C4HgBXU5wxeX9WjPHaEEfH4JyuPHUK3R4p-la0FiUyjTCESOej_DdVZ6yJj-zzZchlOaJGIVrhEpCjxPXSQhynlr0wIWklzqZeMzKRA1hFYu44mvcjKPnNOpsdn4IdZztepdJbOFIi0/s1600/DSC_0960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C4HgBXU5wxeX9WjPHaEEfH4JyuPHUK3R4p-la0FiUyjTCESOej_DdVZ6yJj-zzZchlOaJGIVrhEpCjxPXSQhynlr0wIWklzqZeMzKRA1hFYu44mvcjKPnNOpsdn4IdZztepdJbOFIi0/s400/DSC_0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664811511827710402" /></a><br />The rain is pouring down. I have a brutal migraine. Autumn is here. As beautiful as some days are, as depressing are others. Life distilled. Above pictures of my darlings and sweethearts.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-10666241789907825102011-10-17T11:05:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:44:18.443-07:00More autumn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDrz0-nuQyny9DPgqyjfgCOOg3yXbasNsXB0KuDo1f274O0DDmnr3cboXVuge45g5Spb1t0wwyYPvOji2GWIXNfHieR2fHjdFPvoHrM8VbSdt66KGgmGEPso6meG-T0yfICQZMZAgmo0/s1600/DSC_0967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDrz0-nuQyny9DPgqyjfgCOOg3yXbasNsXB0KuDo1f274O0DDmnr3cboXVuge45g5Spb1t0wwyYPvOji2GWIXNfHieR2fHjdFPvoHrM8VbSdt66KGgmGEPso6meG-T0yfICQZMZAgmo0/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531807371857666" /></a>So beautiful it hurts. I love autumn.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0spcz_5Wkk82tyj_s6aLHECin9t_bPE9a8oVorTlygIEMfwph9tDmq4RElqK_q2JyCjMBHzjCD2WT7kn9nJ2NU_V8Nza0SQG3rs7ayuJ7OnjFBkWgLahPjyH1cpuCajrVwwDPvA-2j6E/s1600/DSC_0954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0spcz_5Wkk82tyj_s6aLHECin9t_bPE9a8oVorTlygIEMfwph9tDmq4RElqK_q2JyCjMBHzjCD2WT7kn9nJ2NU_V8Nza0SQG3rs7ayuJ7OnjFBkWgLahPjyH1cpuCajrVwwDPvA-2j6E/s400/DSC_0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531799910414226" /></a>Sigge has the best little teeth (a total of 2).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHv6uXXV2HjzjqSQDfqc4h7Ev2gT3P6hOaVidI6dyMP8Q_RnHdquZPaKx6Zmvu2E12TH6xc29W6ycUaq-F2u0BwVXTdiM9OYEsclhkTnkqhlrL5iO89p8Mn1oWSIMS0ahhVF5OroeyF4/s1600/DSC_0969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHv6uXXV2HjzjqSQDfqc4h7Ev2gT3P6hOaVidI6dyMP8Q_RnHdquZPaKx6Zmvu2E12TH6xc29W6ycUaq-F2u0BwVXTdiM9OYEsclhkTnkqhlrL5iO89p8Mn1oWSIMS0ahhVF5OroeyF4/s400/DSC_0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531790205830610" /></a>Fast food for tired mothers - all kids ate well, Martin was in bed and I didn't have to smell anything offensive with a sore belly.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j-s9AytnOdw-irLnWHURCNE-ygiYvEJH0sAWtopUdkTFpXu_OSKPeybUrx1aIdDyNoe0Rw2usz3G9UV-SbiOLSbVZr2Hl2QRaijVlQoEX95pHKhKl2OQ_OLvw7UHreU0TEMwNSz0OhI/s1600/DSC_0970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j-s9AytnOdw-irLnWHURCNE-ygiYvEJH0sAWtopUdkTFpXu_OSKPeybUrx1aIdDyNoe0Rw2usz3G9UV-SbiOLSbVZr2Hl2QRaijVlQoEX95pHKhKl2OQ_OLvw7UHreU0TEMwNSz0OhI/s400/DSC_0970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531782947409426" /></a>Sunday night and lots of variations of nighties. Kids washed, fed, run off. All ready for a new week.<div><br />Some years ago we met a family on one of our holidays, they had twins that were four years old and a six year old and these lovely lively kids always pulled in opposite directions - like a triangle. We started talking at the dinner - the father was caught in between the twins and begged his uninterested six year old to get some help. The parents were fantastic, smiling ad happy and cool with all these energetic kids. Viktor was extra Rainman that holiday and wouldn't eat anything but olives and cucumber - for two weeks. Standing by the Great Barrier Reef we were talking parental strategies and this cool family swore by smiling, laughing and loving each other a lot - especially during tough times. Such a winning concept! <div><br /></div><div>I often think of them at challenging times and the good thing about having had kids for a good ten years is that I know this awful time of infection upon infection upon infection will eventually finish and life will go back to normal. Until then I try to smile a lot, laugh at least once a day and love everybody a lot. Walking through Stockholm to Viktor's school helps. Today Sigge starting singing to St Mattew's passion and it was wonderful. </div></div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-18301768345883057732011-10-15T13:09:00.000-07:002011-10-15T14:08:24.361-07:00Crisp autumn air<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhnh-lzye_FYJnCzAWiZV8-BlH8ZzNm4uiV0hEZxuBNJCsfjL8PUg-9rxcLXnt1Z89NMwOrD7BBJ4pvuAB7hHEIwyBHat0-jOdvjz1b29B56Ms774nGyY41YZ9ePzLnCXDDcf4-3H7T4/s1600/DSC_0929.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhnh-lzye_FYJnCzAWiZV8-BlH8ZzNm4uiV0hEZxuBNJCsfjL8PUg-9rxcLXnt1Z89NMwOrD7BBJ4pvuAB7hHEIwyBHat0-jOdvjz1b29B56Ms774nGyY41YZ9ePzLnCXDDcf4-3H7T4/s400/DSC_0929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827199767533762" /></a>Hagaparken is one of my best places in Stockholm. Five minutes away we have the perfect mix of city life and a possibility to get out and smell some soil.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGEOY0kwBetctrZpupoZWHCeLYpvecfSzFV_t61XhlyYVyswia_LyHWuhucAUz_YTynbIhD5m5xC9SFfBj2vna6DzpjZrry7hWDhf7SRP8i1hRrgUjvPs5UAxcafah3SRFcvrkzZjVhc/s1600/DSC_0930.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGEOY0kwBetctrZpupoZWHCeLYpvecfSzFV_t61XhlyYVyswia_LyHWuhucAUz_YTynbIhD5m5xC9SFfBj2vna6DzpjZrry7hWDhf7SRP8i1hRrgUjvPs5UAxcafah3SRFcvrkzZjVhc/s400/DSC_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827193601224754" /></a>Cara and Viktor are somewhere in the darkness ahead. It is good to have a nearby park where they can bike.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZsDUsjDMbJIW79rQGkCHGihHRxwnBz52ZZwDFth6JxqWT5nDG7A9cbty3wkh3Dc4qygUM9yBWo7eFBnm8q3V9QiFARuAKyeYUYQQqlht2tWdeBdjzKRUdh17OawrwWPVmKfJDPKt2SY/s1600/DSC_0972.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZsDUsjDMbJIW79rQGkCHGihHRxwnBz52ZZwDFth6JxqWT5nDG7A9cbty3wkh3Dc4qygUM9yBWo7eFBnm8q3V9QiFARuAKyeYUYQQqlht2tWdeBdjzKRUdh17OawrwWPVmKfJDPKt2SY/s400/DSC_0972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827185975712738" /></a>Our little beach was deserted. Should have gone for a dip to wake up!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68UsQXLKQuZFlPTyJRBSPafa1yveP5X_1Qk5H0wgetW_bd9-ekasNV1JVPETZD1NhJQ48MwMg8Bsp9z8dK2GELi8jMzWxN7TB7SE-QnsozxJBGEpd-6i7wxwYKcAlxkVH-ZoaJ3NLGFk/s1600/DSC_0951.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68UsQXLKQuZFlPTyJRBSPafa1yveP5X_1Qk5H0wgetW_bd9-ekasNV1JVPETZD1NhJQ48MwMg8Bsp9z8dK2GELi8jMzWxN7TB7SE-QnsozxJBGEpd-6i7wxwYKcAlxkVH-ZoaJ3NLGFk/s400/DSC_0951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827182679170610" /></a>Cara didn't want to come along for the ride and then she couldn't stop smiling.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvGF3uoBdqQuwLE0x4UkY6LBAJv2BuUmq_t8Z4pPNYiclf2Ug2Itb4zCI6fEc2jZseUwUK1KbG2XDf2IJNFfpXHIRFtIz6sBYO0Fe1-idQx3UoxHa1emWJ1FLenQbd_k7S7WsPwfcHx4/s1600/DSC_0937.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvGF3uoBdqQuwLE0x4UkY6LBAJv2BuUmq_t8Z4pPNYiclf2Ug2Itb4zCI6fEc2jZseUwUK1KbG2XDf2IJNFfpXHIRFtIz6sBYO0Fe1-idQx3UoxHa1emWJ1FLenQbd_k7S7WsPwfcHx4/s400/DSC_0937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663823811307832962" /></a>Wonderful late autumn sun, cold and clear and sharp. Sigge having wonderful conversation with my sis.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSX018_UP44xXeA6IBiTxWn2F5yxa79z_N70Y4qvJ5S4xaIyCV-u77CJKEC8Hjf8GayCf2GgyAiUPp4eEY1oVfZ3gawEheDuPlE-uewFI1w0Kmz7ienoIjAUCZkGauDd4asz3kYsuvNcQ/s1600/DSC_0954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSX018_UP44xXeA6IBiTxWn2F5yxa79z_N70Y4qvJ5S4xaIyCV-u77CJKEC8Hjf8GayCf2GgyAiUPp4eEY1oVfZ3gawEheDuPlE-uewFI1w0Kmz7ienoIjAUCZkGauDd4asz3kYsuvNcQ/s400/DSC_0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663823801216271298" /></a>Cara and Viktor ventured down the slope and only fell a little bit. The pictures doesn't really make the slope justice - like Dead Poets Society but with a better view.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraWIOR1KSlCTBdHIcV9E71N4m3O0UxzCxjU4vsAchpnKnCmizCtVyKAphvQSwz-3R5QGvEHXKCRLyCJVobLHiR_S22-BwyQ2u0XygScV0BQM7uCAGhKKdT0AAGdRZ2dQSo0XhyphenhyphenzTGE1Y/s1600/DSC_0969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraWIOR1KSlCTBdHIcV9E71N4m3O0UxzCxjU4vsAchpnKnCmizCtVyKAphvQSwz-3R5QGvEHXKCRLyCJVobLHiR_S22-BwyQ2u0XygScV0BQM7uCAGhKKdT0AAGdRZ2dQSo0XhyphenhyphenzTGE1Y/s400/DSC_0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663823797616416290" /></a>every outing is an adventure, here we found that they are rebuilding the path through the park and had to improvise. Viktor thought the prospect of spending a night in the woods exciting, and pointed out the survival advantage in bringing a milk-cow (me) along.<div><br />Beyond tired. Infection after infection after infection and lots of wake-up calls in the night. Sigge is developing - with a cold - and sleep is scanty. Viktor is happy to start his day at 5 am, pretending to be Jack Sparrow and duelling invisible fiends all over the flat. Cara has complex social interactions and need complex advice. And I am exhausted, just want to hide in bed for a month or two. But I managed to go to a friends seminar and bumped into one of my ex-supervisors and that reminded me that I am now doing what we talked about in 2005 - it all worked out to be the best possible scenario so I feel extremely unthankful and spoiled when I complain. It is just that I am so very tired at the moment and it would be good with a back-up system. Martin is no better off, haven't seen him for a few days, he isolated himself in the green room with civilization waiting for the cold to pass. <div><br /></div><div>To kick-start myself I dragged the kids and my sister out for an autumn walk - and it worked. Scandinavian crisp, cold autumn air and colors and a little bit of exercise was just what we needed. Might sneak out for a swim tomorrow, think an hour or two on my own with no obligations would be good. The sweetness of summer disappeared into the demands of autumn and it is all very fine as long as we are well but sleep deprivation in combination with colds is awful. Next week might be better!</div></div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-86229757370357357622011-10-13T01:54:00.000-07:002011-10-13T11:27:46.491-07:00ten years of parenthood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBav7DMEMk_WFsoXCGJWMvCX1AFn8AM5rNmqJmM7T09XyOzp3uZi-ABJsiPGpEetZr4CxnWnBh_EW7DfrCMWjb9arZQzHQcp7VbpYQ6vg9wFD8NYpOBCEl3xHW6Lkz5w3dhNlSW4yrvw/s1600/Photo+on+2011-05-04+at+20.26+%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBav7DMEMk_WFsoXCGJWMvCX1AFn8AM5rNmqJmM7T09XyOzp3uZi-ABJsiPGpEetZr4CxnWnBh_EW7DfrCMWjb9arZQzHQcp7VbpYQ6vg9wFD8NYpOBCEl3xHW6Lkz5w3dhNlSW4yrvw/s400/Photo+on+2011-05-04+at+20.26+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662926077224890386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupfNZw9Etp1xC51jxhG19MTpM9hPf-QTnKXB2YBDAPvPWySsdQy2xZLjQVcORpEXJrwvec2ULx58IAPCx_r2Qljasd3kD9YZki_Yj0vu5CRTKGirT5l49yzfm3nE_5waeJttPq8liqlA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-05-16+at+19.29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupfNZw9Etp1xC51jxhG19MTpM9hPf-QTnKXB2YBDAPvPWySsdQy2xZLjQVcORpEXJrwvec2ULx58IAPCx_r2Qljasd3kD9YZki_Yj0vu5CRTKGirT5l49yzfm3nE_5waeJttPq8liqlA/s400/Photo+on+2011-05-16+at+19.29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662926072223927202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdknhJHjokpRdG-7u0LTgT1YsW8V5uQAmVPP88t9rDNh5MLHohZ7NTb3mtw7K2hGity2Gqg-Jf29QtyIXtybAcK-GZszgEcbDZBKKcrliUYEqqrNXwmVB9sn7tbeCb5_X7llSO7E9iW1c/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-03+at+10.20+%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdknhJHjokpRdG-7u0LTgT1YsW8V5uQAmVPP88t9rDNh5MLHohZ7NTb3mtw7K2hGity2Gqg-Jf29QtyIXtybAcK-GZszgEcbDZBKKcrliUYEqqrNXwmVB9sn7tbeCb5_X7llSO7E9iW1c/s400/Photo+on+2011-09-03+at+10.20+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662926064163332690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CP0_W0A7v2iInHyqbLsbkim71Q3xI1AKbXTU_rbdUjZJAj0umgMKXYgC70hMJGtBJicj5Ql2QIIFUst5sVaI1xS2iovvSkT7QrzmwM2BsavgI87ETFeuyT8Li05AjIAA2BNpdtBrwrc/s1600/DSC_0872.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CP0_W0A7v2iInHyqbLsbkim71Q3xI1AKbXTU_rbdUjZJAj0umgMKXYgC70hMJGtBJicj5Ql2QIIFUst5sVaI1xS2iovvSkT7QrzmwM2BsavgI87ETFeuyT8Li05AjIAA2BNpdtBrwrc/s400/DSC_0872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662926064138904466" /></a><br />Cara turned ten - we celebrated with meat - half a cow or so - chocolate cake and time together - Cara brought a friend home after school and will take a couple of friends bowling eventually. No parties this year - the Halloween disco we talked about is not on anymore and we are a little thankful - our evenings are booked out as is. As for who Cara is at the moment - it changes daily and there is no way knowing who she will become eventually. The best chance to get a glimpse of her mind is to go through my photobooth - a couple displayed. Cara has grown a lot lately and it is a privilege to be part of this phase of transition.<div><div><br /></div><div>Martin and I talked about the first night with Cara, ten years ago, when she was just born, sleeping between us in our double bed and suddenly there were three of us. And we had no idea how to behave with this new being or how life would change. It was sweet to conclude that things turned out good. </div></div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-55999579455478754182011-10-09T06:01:00.000-07:002011-10-09T06:17:29.475-07:00Time flies....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUp801bpuD0YT1cJIYofepAFCIE4cWhu3SJUmtuTTbQdn5oDPJs6tfMfBwnF0Bdz9q3Ai5L29sHcEaHGBlCiDGaQq0GnTNuqrIemMrUgvzdpNBIl1UsF_yfGCYnx3GZu5b21xQtmLbgY/s1600/DSC_0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUp801bpuD0YT1cJIYofepAFCIE4cWhu3SJUmtuTTbQdn5oDPJs6tfMfBwnF0Bdz9q3Ai5L29sHcEaHGBlCiDGaQq0GnTNuqrIemMrUgvzdpNBIl1UsF_yfGCYnx3GZu5b21xQtmLbgY/s400/DSC_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661479327227567682" /></a>Cara is always ready to help wean Sigge - he gets to eat the most unlikely things. Lemon wasn't really his thing. Chocolate ice-cream and pasta with tomato sauce would top his wish list at the moment...<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_KrYLDN3TVnqXFGJUhyphenhyphenBUZYOUWUk0kCdYU-UTeZVun2Z4RSJ1DdFZ582p-mP5P_lS3qXQrgd-JMx62JdZjG_VFSh8-awmJUCZ6ayEGeJyMkyeohEpwvFQFkbHHnaJupafFUZT_fdT24/s400/DSC_0904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661479307551044642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-JK93_dKhggifWjbFHt3cU_guoAA6sBIN91YrV7aO6pF5VK5EOjBbQK2t1MmCraCtXw7ivb8aXjQx0W9_bBMIm3aX2_jRUKl_N3v_GdY5StJf2apVhxDS-5I5JWlDze2P_zv3y4oEFc/s1600/DSC_0881.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-JK93_dKhggifWjbFHt3cU_guoAA6sBIN91YrV7aO6pF5VK5EOjBbQK2t1MmCraCtXw7ivb8aXjQx0W9_bBMIm3aX2_jRUKl_N3v_GdY5StJf2apVhxDS-5I5JWlDze2P_zv3y4oEFc/s400/DSC_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661479322313309266" /></a>...and our little buberle is already 6 months old, sits up, grabs toys, food and whatever we leave within reach all by himself, pass everything from one hand to the other to the mouth.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3LKFRJ7inUcXdN-sMjSFzJUvZ7DK42zRzYdUtGb0J2Utp8EvpljGuT1jWSCDnvIJhEQCMU0Z1-nMBnvUehz3JSwctwd5HHbcE2doV40L7y2otq54_7xR0BrNewxXzMSMfxmlRFz24s4/s1600/DSC_0908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3LKFRJ7inUcXdN-sMjSFzJUvZ7DK42zRzYdUtGb0J2Utp8EvpljGuT1jWSCDnvIJhEQCMU0Z1-nMBnvUehz3JSwctwd5HHbcE2doV40L7y2otq54_7xR0BrNewxXzMSMfxmlRFz24s4/s400/DSC_0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661479316660316258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wpf0-F87-Phzp46mWktakaLTSx5Wnoh_Uo_2WMqPDx2lhwqgrEa1RudS5yI6Tl18SyIjSjIH5lswGAHPrNBuXEh_Z3sAN_8jiF9s0kkSPYrWUdZ5dK-vS-829y5kJbu62s10uPf0-E0/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wpf0-F87-Phzp46mWktakaLTSx5Wnoh_Uo_2WMqPDx2lhwqgrEa1RudS5yI6Tl18SyIjSjIH5lswGAHPrNBuXEh_Z3sAN_8jiF9s0kkSPYrWUdZ5dK-vS-829y5kJbu62s10uPf0-E0/s400/DSC_0909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661479313616419730" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">The boy has his first cold conciding with new teeth (we think) and it is not pleasant. At the moment he is fast asleep on the floor. </div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-86235194909689422792011-09-29T11:07:00.000-07:002011-09-29T11:18:42.598-07:00random pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPRRnmdh_WRSVeJ7mP1i7DBjVHipUx3or-7OZ6obw4w8LxP4nIsDg1nIZHbSUHVRmxXhfW0kfjvVAWjW1MWfGpu5Bud8fMxQLTcyFwe5qdg4fFYBP-FuxMXfGE2_8T3u1cjgKNLzsyTQ/s1600/DSC_0861.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPRRnmdh_WRSVeJ7mP1i7DBjVHipUx3or-7OZ6obw4w8LxP4nIsDg1nIZHbSUHVRmxXhfW0kfjvVAWjW1MWfGpu5Bud8fMxQLTcyFwe5qdg4fFYBP-FuxMXfGE2_8T3u1cjgKNLzsyTQ/s400/DSC_0861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657847075890680914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio05gxfQY_cQ5zXrPcJV9cpM8tfypg7aG0wo8qKtdqZNhSAZ-4Ua5BmzEBQMkg8-EnCM7DbWEsLpGPCPadfLiVxZi3cLLGobuWDbsh8vvRUY-eJs5-StPCvYHV08494LNvkSGJ053iHXI/s1600/DSC_0897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio05gxfQY_cQ5zXrPcJV9cpM8tfypg7aG0wo8qKtdqZNhSAZ-4Ua5BmzEBQMkg8-EnCM7DbWEsLpGPCPadfLiVxZi3cLLGobuWDbsh8vvRUY-eJs5-StPCvYHV08494LNvkSGJ053iHXI/s400/DSC_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657847072062199442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar2FXumxCfscJ5aqxhzZZqeop8vc-fLLL5M5eZrFWDEoav-9YSGyOvYvJ_htUowzXdOh6DiMv2dR6srXD9WfJC1EcFr5jqDav6wQlnPlNRLBwQGjrdp94qmNyKhyphenhyphenuRJTQMVHrzmUi3EE/s1600/DSC_0891.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar2FXumxCfscJ5aqxhzZZqeop8vc-fLLL5M5eZrFWDEoav-9YSGyOvYvJ_htUowzXdOh6DiMv2dR6srXD9WfJC1EcFr5jqDav6wQlnPlNRLBwQGjrdp94qmNyKhyphenhyphenuRJTQMVHrzmUi3EE/s400/DSC_0891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657847068439828578" /></a>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-38623347993107564642011-09-25T06:59:00.000-07:002011-09-25T07:29:31.408-07:00Busy days<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeX5yl4E31wPZPi_IVtTUDZaV2KyJ8hUdZjhSBRLzlfEsPngyx3CzxFP9RSE6kyVvtbpi55ruajlwDIBexR2zsk2EfiFqm4CfC8ZOK9FArKSAQdSFzFNaOJbEZ3KDqYOFxOiq4rBdc44/s400/320879_10150385807486474_586816473_9916131_420449270_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656301702446821602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxKW_uOwzjIAbNnHRXkZuDavtt8WHf_-ajLKn5SL1SnN48ds_EgUoboHvZCBlw0yJ0SCMh3XQLHkdvAddpohxRL7j7400i8Spc52NCCWE259VJzsuTLLU_Ll1oNDfwEePNJlrxI3XhQ/s1600/312290_10150385810811474_586816473_9916163_1855005285_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxKW_uOwzjIAbNnHRXkZuDavtt8WHf_-ajLKn5SL1SnN48ds_EgUoboHvZCBlw0yJ0SCMh3XQLHkdvAddpohxRL7j7400i8Spc52NCCWE259VJzsuTLLU_Ll1oNDfwEePNJlrxI3XhQ/s400/312290_10150385810811474_586816473_9916163_1855005285_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656301713206098706" /></a>The most beautiful bride and in many ways my first baby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNI7pcJo3cJ3wYTzGjATc7upJ98hAt-27TinDyVQVO3nLv3eoxWBC7uejapRw4JqdH9KJY00_9Rk80qeszaWntIahN-7nXYBSbyGSLYwLG9h5VeNHg7vUg7EqVUJKKczJ9rFcv0WotBMo/s1600/331025_10150448973978502_563668501_11263244_312637898_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNI7pcJo3cJ3wYTzGjATc7upJ98hAt-27TinDyVQVO3nLv3eoxWBC7uejapRw4JqdH9KJY00_9Rk80qeszaWntIahN-7nXYBSbyGSLYwLG9h5VeNHg7vUg7EqVUJKKczJ9rFcv0WotBMo/s400/331025_10150448973978502_563668501_11263244_312637898_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656301706829181842" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Things are good - just busy. Last week-end Martin and I left the kids with my sister and went to Ambra's wedding - I used to look after Ambra some 24 years ago and we always liked each other a lot. Nowadays my kids adore her and her husband Christoffer - they live close and are in many aspects the definition of cool in our lives, only partly due to the fantastic parties they arrange - next up is Halloween. Martin and I had lots of fun at the wedding and Sunday was spent recovering. Gosh we are old! And Cara spent Friday afternoon hanging out at Ambra and Chris' place reading alternative magazines, watching star trek, cooking and eating. Somehow the extended family is really working out. And right now Viktor is downstairs for the first time playing with a little boy in the house. Life is good here at the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Viktor is a proud schoolboy. Cara is developing integrity and independence. Sigge is growing exponentially and is a pure delight. But I am tired - Siggis had his second vaccination on Tuesday, developed a pretty brutal response and had swollen, tender thighs and a fever for a good three days - not sure what they use for adjuvants but I think they might be overdoing it a little. With that Sigge kept waking up through the nights and Martin is wonderful in all ways but somehow I do the nights better - and I was working in the clinic and at the Psoriasis association and trying to fix some things in the lab Wed-Fri. With a cold. I was getting a little stressed over my work situation - and then it dawned on me that I have another 30 years to work - this week will not matter too much. Don't think I have pictures of the kids to share - will look for them later. </div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-31699602089374503562011-09-10T10:38:00.000-07:002011-09-10T10:50:28.436-07:00autumn air<div style="text-align: center;">Mornings are getting crisp and cold, just a matter of time until the trees turns red and autumn is here. I love this time of the year, time for work to start up properly, long dark evenings with a good book and tea and candles, autumn clothes and autumn food. Sigges first autumn. Life is a little confusing at the moment - we need to get into a new rhythm but I am not sure if 25% in the clinic, 25% in the lab and 50% with Sigge is going to be very harmonic - somehow I always seem to be in the wrong place. The first milky haze is over though and I always think clearer in the autumn, wonder if it has anything to do with the crispness of the air.</div><div><br /></div><div>I look at pictures from this summer and it has been one of the best summers this far - but it is also nice it is coming to an end. And now I need to write a few applications - five kids here on a Saturday night and only one of them asleep my chances of working are unknown.</div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-9858865846722279632011-09-06T11:15:00.001-07:002011-09-06T11:35:06.754-07:00parental meeting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhkdFnGUKJrguw1fC0hhF8ABF-B6_2k6G-U8zLffVC5T16D6GiKLjPoxm6-KihTBVkiDZXTlZ99LL3o71Pl_xzEfqqgfBKK9F2e3WM3vATqMOK78Cfabmg6ykMQuFpEU-ludQsgNEj7U/s1600/DSC_0902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhkdFnGUKJrguw1fC0hhF8ABF-B6_2k6G-U8zLffVC5T16D6GiKLjPoxm6-KihTBVkiDZXTlZ99LL3o71Pl_xzEfqqgfBKK9F2e3WM3vATqMOK78Cfabmg6ykMQuFpEU-ludQsgNEj7U/s400/DSC_0902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649315221608215186" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Little smörisar to be. I do love the kids school, I love that the teachers tell us to teach the kiddies to eat properly, tie their shoe laces, work with school stuff. At the same time I feel a little worried over all the changes in the school and wonder if it is really sane that an 86 year old should run our school. and it felt a little too cosy with the head being at the same funeral as my godmother the other week, in the parents I found an old school mate from high school, two classmates form the same school, a friend of a classmate, a sister of another classmate from ME, a collegue from Karolinska. </span>or they found me. <span class="Apple-style-span">I was busy trying to keep Sigge happy - the time of bringing him to meetings is just gone - odd, he is so nice during casual lunches but as soon as he feels my attention is elsewhere he becomes active and noisy. </span>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-86602924126654802762011-09-06T03:32:00.000-07:002011-09-06T03:50:34.358-07:00a little school-star<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZ_CB34ccA_6d_aGfmDaUvHaavmHpZCu_-MUxzax8rqXhFWfdkgWT14ill2kpTXJ2Km4nZ0GMEW_Kodliw-rEnDn3zJfLSO2ajK2mWqYOeQN2h7i5R264ydH9LDX1ybc4fXXEyVroSj4/s1600/DSC_0877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZ_CB34ccA_6d_aGfmDaUvHaavmHpZCu_-MUxzax8rqXhFWfdkgWT14ill2kpTXJ2Km4nZ0GMEW_Kodliw-rEnDn3zJfLSO2ajK2mWqYOeQN2h7i5R264ydH9LDX1ybc4fXXEyVroSj4/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649193942373656018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9exzaattwCsAJY94jHBz55rOl8qFplxrjqGsUyf4fr88Lon0OpKXiwJQPaIIP48LurW0hyApUNQb2mU1iNhzGcuZCm3Siz9-OJyjZy5oxHWdxD2N33YtYl3SSanbEHRNYYapjgtTm-E/s400/DSC_0878.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649193937026248562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;">Viktor is such a little engineer and loved to play with mirrors and prisms to make colours on a white wall. Starting school was just perfect, he enjoys all the boys and they are like a little flock of mostly blond boys running in and out of school every day. And Viktor loves it. Makes me feel a little guilty for dumping Cara in a completely foreign environment in Melbourne when she started - but she is also very happy at the moment so I guess it ended well. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9exzaattwCsAJY94jHBz55rOl8qFplxrjqGsUyf4fr88Lon0OpKXiwJQPaIIP48LurW0hyApUNQb2mU1iNhzGcuZCm3Siz9-OJyjZy5oxHWdxD2N33YtYl3SSanbEHRNYYapjgtTm-E/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9exzaattwCsAJY94jHBz55rOl8qFplxrjqGsUyf4fr88Lon0OpKXiwJQPaIIP48LurW0hyApUNQb2mU1iNhzGcuZCm3Siz9-OJyjZy5oxHWdxD2N33YtYl3SSanbEHRNYYapjgtTm-E/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaYqR0Q7fURdiOaB-DvgTbNq2VFLJkntfvs5C6ZwUVbPRbCMQIJCayz6uPnt4nI5UB41723BI009QF1oq1AsZ60VyrQNp1QPtBVdlX-1Ga44oh7Y-XgBzHvH1CdX_F52Vy9cjJJZcaQE/s1600/DSC_0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaYqR0Q7fURdiOaB-DvgTbNq2VFLJkntfvs5C6ZwUVbPRbCMQIJCayz6uPnt4nI5UB41723BI009QF1oq1AsZ60VyrQNp1QPtBVdlX-1Ga44oh7Y-XgBzHvH1CdX_F52Vy9cjJJZcaQE/s400/DSC_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649193944655232434" /></a>Not sure this shared parental leave experiment is going to work out - it is a little messy with people thinking we are available when we are on parental leave - meetings always turns out to be on the wrong days. So we get tired and run off and love each other instead - above a tired day at the Turrell exhibition - will post a couple of pictures from there - wonderful in Järna, a very alternative Rudolf Steiner inspired place south of Stockholm, they have a hospital too and one of the merriest day as a PhD student was when my department of microbiologists and immunologists had a kick-off there - the discussion re vaccinations were truly entertaining. Two worlds and a clash of gods. This time we just had good food and enjoyed the art - Viktor is very into vegetarism at the moment whereas Cara rolls her eyes if there is no meat. If she had it her way she would only have the meat and eats her food according to the tastiness - least tasty first and the best (ie meat) last. And to our relief this place catered for all tastes ad Cara had a mountain of meat and Viktor a heap of salad. We try to cater for all tastes at home and tell Vik he can just skip the meat and eat the rest if he wants to go veggie. And that is as big as our real problems are at the moment, life is pretty sweet in our little baby-bubble.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZ_CB34ccA_6d_aGfmDaUvHaavmHpZCu_-MUxzax8rqXhFWfdkgWT14ill2kpTXJ2Km4nZ0GMEW_Kodliw-rEnDn3zJfLSO2ajK2mWqYOeQN2h7i5R264ydH9LDX1ybc4fXXEyVroSj4/s1600/DSC_0877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9exzaattwCsAJY94jHBz55rOl8qFplxrjqGsUyf4fr88Lon0OpKXiwJQPaIIP48LurW0hyApUNQb2mU1iNhzGcuZCm3Siz9-OJyjZy5oxHWdxD2N33YtYl3SSanbEHRNYYapjgtTm-E/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /></div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-33168433219825077242011-09-03T11:33:00.000-07:002011-09-03T11:59:07.036-07:00metamorphism<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEUGkC8abDW3-FVJNwdq3KhHnVbcU1bgd_B5RxJoHvj3PzaRoIzLgur4hi_BTNyX8GCRkadti5e1ItNxl7T9KF3aGfTCUrwqW9WOUPs5uBgqZWt80Rvk4FgUjy8oazUVVPEROWgKqb1c/s1600/DSC_0961.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEUGkC8abDW3-FVJNwdq3KhHnVbcU1bgd_B5RxJoHvj3PzaRoIzLgur4hi_BTNyX8GCRkadti5e1ItNxl7T9KF3aGfTCUrwqW9WOUPs5uBgqZWt80Rvk4FgUjy8oazUVVPEROWgKqb1c/s400/DSC_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648204272241938258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a>We followed the metamorphism from larvae to cocoon to butterfly and it was magic to watch the birth of a butterfly in our flat - all larvae made it to butterflies and they ate the sugary water and lavender we prepared and it was all like a David Attenborough film, excellent present from Mum. And then it was time to say goodbye and let the butterflies loose - I was hoping they would stick around our balcony but they are truly gone.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyL4Ns7HmhWYvCYTG-sBbNNi1JAEnZQgM4wEnqXpVQaDfnuXbOj8zmUfpMkoQzDBNaiFEgUagWiOLj66OEpZvdKpYPaN3jJqoZBzoLEQOa9jAQGWIZ03aBBTqadfxuK4b1BNpvsMkzK9E/s1600/DSC_0957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyL4Ns7HmhWYvCYTG-sBbNNi1JAEnZQgM4wEnqXpVQaDfnuXbOj8zmUfpMkoQzDBNaiFEgUagWiOLj66OEpZvdKpYPaN3jJqoZBzoLEQOa9jAQGWIZ03aBBTqadfxuK4b1BNpvsMkzK9E/s400/DSC_0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648204271147826194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></span>And despite the current Star Wars passion I think this present brought on the biggest smiles in Viktor - although I am biased against the whole Star Wars hysteria. Note the gap - Viktor lost his third tooth recently - and when preparing for the tooth-fairy he found the second tooth that Martin lost behind his bed trying to exchange the tooth for money a few weeks ago. We are so bad at these things - so we told Vik to leave both teeth under the bed to see if he could get twice the going rate for teeth - and forgot the whole things - only to be woken up by Viktor in tears at 5 am - "the tooth fairy didn't come for my tooth" - nothing makes me feel as bad a parent as when I forget things that are important for the kids and irrelevant for us. It all ended well - with a long story on how the tooth fairy probably had to return to Neverland to get more cash.
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV1mfI37-uOn_bq5ubj5nfuwJ-ETJgmZ2bwMwkjbew-GnJxEiyQhpBlOR8hynQQOZcLOposrwsAR710EWJDS7aVBClKtS5bslvDHrgMlzjdS52PLWR7TI-uSUvEMnjWB2zj4nHPrXly4/s400/DSC_0959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648204264103413458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2U-csgrDW8xplR10IAo6kTvp8wjEJeOiEyHCRNXqAfMzZjf-jzUGBoKfNoj6bGymYroFVrdbrarhIhXu-fblVSslN13ib3JID-iy6wta_J4pQw-PUeY0KqheyBwGckvyj_JpkkYiREw/s1600/DSC_0885.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2U-csgrDW8xplR10IAo6kTvp8wjEJeOiEyHCRNXqAfMzZjf-jzUGBoKfNoj6bGymYroFVrdbrarhIhXu-fblVSslN13ib3JID-iy6wta_J4pQw-PUeY0KqheyBwGckvyj_JpkkYiREw/s400/DSC_0885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648204275789149298" /></a>Cara also underwent metamorphism dying her hair. Above with Viktor at a James Turrell exhibition out of town (excellent, will come back to that)
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2J2KGC3Lb8EeZHh2RAnBa91xua4iZGAK50cSbELsuuh02LgIjxBVXMMOuJkO1uMVqEBwO-myCeQUal9do8pDBdWhAaB9LDrSkB_yrkvF2MTrI7Nw70kSm1l2GSHQrkB3p2O9Mg3W2aAQ/s1600/DSC_0941.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2J2KGC3Lb8EeZHh2RAnBa91xua4iZGAK50cSbELsuuh02LgIjxBVXMMOuJkO1uMVqEBwO-myCeQUal9do8pDBdWhAaB9LDrSkB_yrkvF2MTrI7Nw70kSm1l2GSHQrkB3p2O9Mg3W2aAQ/s400/DSC_0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648204276911042050" /></a>here a tired morning before school. Cara's red hair is fantastic and I hesitated a lot to let her die it black. But then I thought there are more important battles in life and hair grows back. And when it was done I realised this is just how I imagined Martin's daughter - it is like the red was a bit of a mistake in the genetic setup and now she looks the way she was supposed to. Very odd. Surely black will be followed by green and purple at some stage. and that will be fine too. I am just happy to be part of the metamorphism of children's development. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV1mfI37-uOn_bq5ubj5nfuwJ-ETJgmZ2bwMwkjbew-GnJxEiyQhpBlOR8hynQQOZcLOposrwsAR710EWJDS7aVBClKtS5bslvDHrgMlzjdS52PLWR7TI-uSUvEMnjWB2zj4nHPrXly4/s1600/DSC_0959.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-6760526347048793432011-09-03T00:49:00.000-07:002011-09-03T00:57:15.302-07:00random<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Gu035ZCdQf3abEWR71HGlb9eaeV1Umsl0KOcZh2i8tU54HJzLDbqhZaiNv8qa4rrkHHHc2-xGPSMoI-G9KmrLHRn3Imi3phYH1Tu2_TYOdMGw6lm9D-1e2kYg-Z3dWyOwlsNf7lvGZA/s1600/DSC_0944.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Gu035ZCdQf3abEWR71HGlb9eaeV1Umsl0KOcZh2i8tU54HJzLDbqhZaiNv8qa4rrkHHHc2-xGPSMoI-G9KmrLHRn3Imi3phYH1Tu2_TYOdMGw6lm9D-1e2kYg-Z3dWyOwlsNf7lvGZA/s400/DSC_0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648038353797331570" /></a>we start the washing machine and Sigge is spell-bound. Perfect when cooking.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoJIYY9wHdlHTA9bo7gX6o5CkfVKUV45cKp5ND1v3Cb90HaCdaBtgGqs5ojxrtvCgivwRu_4gxOuA4MaSCUYHG0JRcl7P928zI9aPh_o0PFnDsuMBJK48aHO6BMtE9xUTrBa92kEKA9g/s1600/DSC_0935.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoJIYY9wHdlHTA9bo7gX6o5CkfVKUV45cKp5ND1v3Cb90HaCdaBtgGqs5ojxrtvCgivwRu_4gxOuA4MaSCUYHG0JRcl7P928zI9aPh_o0PFnDsuMBJK48aHO6BMtE9xUTrBa92kEKA9g/s400/DSC_0935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648038352161462610" /></a>porridge. everywhere.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtnAvIFGuZoFXPCQ1FaHLfHhwhyphenhyphenoMBC_cSY_qkQNhDX1I4aAa9Cyh5LJsvCAS3qYWOA-oDhY3rRqfYyzfhfBeDD2_aiy2_Y8ctnXjcdwg440iyZB4ZK5yxFFY-Rr7uX7noBh9ATQcMvo/s1600/DSC_0862.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtnAvIFGuZoFXPCQ1FaHLfHhwhyphenhyphenoMBC_cSY_qkQNhDX1I4aAa9Cyh5LJsvCAS3qYWOA-oDhY3rRqfYyzfhfBeDD2_aiy2_Y8ctnXjcdwg440iyZB4ZK5yxFFY-Rr7uX7noBh9ATQcMvo/s400/DSC_0862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648038345986327298" /></a>so many variations on the same theme.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-67616912267401462492011-09-02T12:17:00.000-07:002011-09-02T12:47:37.640-07:00Back homeWe survived my three weeks of full-time work. All of us. Sigge grew a lot and after a lot of dribbling and chewing we found two teeth. My little baby suddenly rolls from back to belly and has found a way to slide down his baby sitter to get his feet on the floor and the slides across the kitchen floor. And the boy laughs a lot and talks and eats porridge and some veggies. Today I brought Sigge to the lab to an informal seminar and realised the time of bringing him to work has passed - the student was doing a great job presenting data and Sigge saw the competition for my attention and started answering back - aoieeeo, a grrrrrr oiiiii aooooo - makes the most exciting presentation challenging. As soon as we were done Sigge relaxed into deep sleep - and then spent the rest of the day refusing the pram. And then Victor was knackered after the first full week in school and cracked it on the way home and Martin is arranging a bike race all week-end and Sigge shouted all afternoon for some reason - maybe more teeth coming, maybe the existential trauma of having had to share my attention with others. Cara saved the day when she came home with a plant she bought Martin for his Birthday. Might celebrate martin later this week-end but it seems he is pretty busy. All normal part of the parental experience but today was the first time I counted months until we have the right of day-care. livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-87846017969918147572011-08-18T11:50:00.000-07:002011-08-18T12:40:42.315-07:00Lots of love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfEL3xGIjlDab-Go5G59AIBaodxOY99FxKqYghwJKi5EVwbLIkbF9VXUzwcy16V0OiULvNVukPQ-Ph_JktbzJTZxD7FBwHONyHNbE4y_6RSZp44sMryezghZfLUfNzA08GvtckGzq5Fo/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfEL3xGIjlDab-Go5G59AIBaodxOY99FxKqYghwJKi5EVwbLIkbF9VXUzwcy16V0OiULvNVukPQ-Ph_JktbzJTZxD7FBwHONyHNbE4y_6RSZp44sMryezghZfLUfNzA08GvtckGzq5Fo/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642272149740001858" /></a>Grandma love...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfMRTiUWYY-0hzQ2kMIY8UZRffxIKWdQBTu35X3CpTMAiD5B3VbRr54waI1hZ5mv5dzu4enR-ApeJvr1d7AUtrHHq72Gnww1IBoQYcRq_RBTRuFJuoLqg4g9bhJa-CqPFoJdb8KodFyo/s1600/DSC_0294.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfMRTiUWYY-0hzQ2kMIY8UZRffxIKWdQBTu35X3CpTMAiD5B3VbRr54waI1hZ5mv5dzu4enR-ApeJvr1d7AUtrHHq72Gnww1IBoQYcRq_RBTRuFJuoLqg4g9bhJa-CqPFoJdb8KodFyo/s400/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642272141354124514" /></a>... mormor and my Godmother love...
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9DnKkEdji_cwAeWasaOGysrRRQgIlCcU5f_BSVEnGEHFFUWbx40wTRtAvZt6w0bCRoQiYLombrIROqRmJMarPJj8qlMc6GJ8ge40bofjjU3g_eeudcbUmaSvkWkq0q1bae0tIWDWGik/s1600/P1030781.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9DnKkEdji_cwAeWasaOGysrRRQgIlCcU5f_BSVEnGEHFFUWbx40wTRtAvZt6w0bCRoQiYLombrIROqRmJMarPJj8qlMc6GJ8ge40bofjjU3g_eeudcbUmaSvkWkq0q1bae0tIWDWGik/s400/P1030781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642272137270559026" /></a>...katrin love only a few hours old...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZya-bczPR2Rb5z7sy8_Sye33e2F02KzWlifoSfd8p4aEuzfGWj-keao7TdEp2o0kt9OllVtSzoJTyIRNTOypbi_240qJ84YN-2L-tqbUZT5MAKM250wjBjA2vF2Pwy3PIUjJwqPGcUz8/s1600/DSC_0583.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZya-bczPR2Rb5z7sy8_Sye33e2F02KzWlifoSfd8p4aEuzfGWj-keao7TdEp2o0kt9OllVtSzoJTyIRNTOypbi_240qJ84YN-2L-tqbUZT5MAKM250wjBjA2vF2Pwy3PIUjJwqPGcUz8/s400/DSC_0583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642272133842486418" /></a>...more grandma love....
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftr6blhbPJxsLhLQV3SPFeo2n-LtdALOhQDE9tin7j6iMek41dyzb6xuKh8X_6an01JNe0cFYfth-6NBTYMtCY6mEEX7g_Mj99M5aMWSE05WRPM4wrT3yPAgdmntaEvNQM6vV1o-iR0Q/s1600/DSC_1107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftr6blhbPJxsLhLQV3SPFeo2n-LtdALOhQDE9tin7j6iMek41dyzb6xuKh8X_6an01JNe0cFYfth-6NBTYMtCY6mEEX7g_Mj99M5aMWSE05WRPM4wrT3yPAgdmntaEvNQM6vV1o-iR0Q/s400/DSC_1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642272130893383586" /></a>....Hannah love... in deep conversation with Viktor over their shared Birthday.<div>
<br />Always loved the idea of an extended family. Love to see the kids interact and love when the house is buzzing with kids and friends and the kids' friends and our friends' kids. And love to infuse babies with love, with good help from the extended family that is our circle of friends. </div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-22005586929288520482011-08-16T11:00:00.000-07:002011-08-16T12:20:49.238-07:00Martin and the kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXReuAux8b4UUYOdVqAUdsotGUfXEwfFNnY7rMdbGEYD4bPhA_uJTWYh5AvsKgtLGRegK-bwT82cPZA1uCcIrFQmOXFeKtzn_HFRHFKFTmtLAhoZxX4X1WytngmLHGc-YY-dn2UruAkE/s1600/DSC_0890.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXReuAux8b4UUYOdVqAUdsotGUfXEwfFNnY7rMdbGEYD4bPhA_uJTWYh5AvsKgtLGRegK-bwT82cPZA1uCcIrFQmOXFeKtzn_HFRHFKFTmtLAhoZxX4X1WytngmLHGc-YY-dn2UruAkE/s400/DSC_0890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641530036860100978" /></a>There is always something going on in the background...
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUF1A0RWgn93jx-C-VgMZJmh3bfuznM25Sz5wVEEOX43tB40h6QoeUPyTxMAR-0dZj23ZCQdE7LjTT0FmKNnSti3jAmvs60_KltJGWJi7_-IaFkRssqQ7ooIiXh6V0Moy9XxplFF4ncUc/s1600/DSC_0886.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUF1A0RWgn93jx-C-VgMZJmh3bfuznM25Sz5wVEEOX43tB40h6QoeUPyTxMAR-0dZj23ZCQdE7LjTT0FmKNnSti3jAmvs60_KltJGWJi7_-IaFkRssqQ7ooIiXh6V0Moy9XxplFF4ncUc/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641530031131173842" /></a>and we get to use both our arms all the time.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8n7GxajQNBl6MlooLgtvYqBFmD43GQ77-sClvlKKv0jbfGgWCxUn19w9-eP51C9n2YijjrpXxZ65rsZuaB-JEp1Lru2isJBrLmZwK5NzOyDEssRvyaOf2QrWrAtX9EQ_mtYVGYG94YA/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8n7GxajQNBl6MlooLgtvYqBFmD43GQ77-sClvlKKv0jbfGgWCxUn19w9-eP51C9n2YijjrpXxZ65rsZuaB-JEp1Lru2isJBrLmZwK5NzOyDEssRvyaOf2QrWrAtX9EQ_mtYVGYG94YA/s400/DSC_0891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641530028169592402" /></a>Cara decided she wanted black hair....<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQedX62XsgXwglxN3z-opdqLTif-l7PmytQeaBgbD6CdYy0sI2ZarbnkyM9zpuXfP9QE7zR5UPtch1CVnCspfjK3InXnt8-VwfCaGkJmKhF_QoHklKMFrpfgcqzHyix7pE1DxiY3WiZY/s1600/DSC_0896.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQedX62XsgXwglxN3z-opdqLTif-l7PmytQeaBgbD6CdYy0sI2ZarbnkyM9zpuXfP9QE7zR5UPtch1CVnCspfjK3InXnt8-VwfCaGkJmKhF_QoHklKMFrpfgcqzHyix7pE1DxiY3WiZY/s400/DSC_0896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641530021838686450" /></a>... and believe it or not, finally I got my little Martin-girl. What a perfect quick-fix! It suits her well - more pictures another day.<div>
<br />I really enjoy this big crazy family! I go to work and come home tired to dinner and stories of new adventures. And every day I go to bed very thankful for what life has brought me this far. The first feeding at 5 am and last at 11 pm is a small price to pay to be able to get to keep the cake and eat it.</div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-78186606650532789502011-08-07T12:38:00.001-07:002011-08-07T13:33:59.223-07:00leaving sigge is heart-breaking.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aiPyh0_-alZ9f-U5RC3-chJi95yCyaDZUiwOjh62ELN5j3H05Lc3_Iwqu_kbV6GIy9GDGp4u-LTer1X-oUj1pT8-FR3nVUHwIWDWM_u5zN-7sFklJSa0ldZSlMk6hBUK3DSwFHzUx88/s1600/DSC_0975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aiPyh0_-alZ9f-U5RC3-chJi95yCyaDZUiwOjh62ELN5j3H05Lc3_Iwqu_kbV6GIy9GDGp4u-LTer1X-oUj1pT8-FR3nVUHwIWDWM_u5zN-7sFklJSa0ldZSlMk6hBUK3DSwFHzUx88/s400/DSC_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638204723147742930" /></a>Leaving Sigge to Martin is not the issue-martin is as good a carer as me and Sigge will be fine - but I will be missing time with our new precious little being.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4A5gDLKKI2pWq8Bd_hT-zFO26hEeHDs5SJfzIaIXCOFk5TQB7gdy9bd6ULfnI9VxbQjPf44Ib6AWodjyl-1rTpjLtR_OhePl-xiZ33CSSv8oZwZglSvbEq3dKGu8A_MRqebDIx3iendw/s1600/DSC_0998.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4A5gDLKKI2pWq8Bd_hT-zFO26hEeHDs5SJfzIaIXCOFk5TQB7gdy9bd6ULfnI9VxbQjPf44Ib6AWodjyl-1rTpjLtR_OhePl-xiZ33CSSv8oZwZglSvbEq3dKGu8A_MRqebDIx3iendw/s400/DSC_0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638204718609668530" /></a>This last week has been a good ending to a lovely summer - here at björnö - swam for half a day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa2dJ4Y2aR3GoQQoaovfjzCnfnbeQd9wMZqRTub6tZhzSOcUFPVwLTRJ-9ywwSMZ0r0-4bD9o1eIkr0ss3jIVFt9HpDwni3nPS039H-RFr2AFW4oalAGpjCf_OXbAKHjSZa2pD29G_hA/s1600/DSC_0995.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa2dJ4Y2aR3GoQQoaovfjzCnfnbeQd9wMZqRTub6tZhzSOcUFPVwLTRJ-9ywwSMZ0r0-4bD9o1eIkr0ss3jIVFt9HpDwni3nPS039H-RFr2AFW4oalAGpjCf_OXbAKHjSZa2pD29G_hA/s400/DSC_0995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638204712782983282" /></a>Cara and Viktor loves Brunnsviken and it is only a short bike-ride away.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKTSex3PZGVdinP6oRKHkgqqghLNl8KvOc-np4cco5LVLd7LYKcTBw15w_mPKIjqNIOh1UDmvWHy7X4GfBaQHg4li1Q7ttHx61RctlFxgzaVm01qzs8C4qo7r1IClyMeLlfTJR47HNHw/s1600/DSC_1013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKTSex3PZGVdinP6oRKHkgqqghLNl8KvOc-np4cco5LVLd7LYKcTBw15w_mPKIjqNIOh1UDmvWHy7X4GfBaQHg4li1Q7ttHx61RctlFxgzaVm01qzs8C4qo7r1IClyMeLlfTJR47HNHw/s400/DSC_1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638204707075474274" /></a>and this has been the best breast-feeding scene this summer.<div><br />me, me, me.... just wrote a long teary piece about going back to work - which I am really looking forward to but it is heart-breaking to leave an infant too. Equality is tough. nuff said, this blog is supposed to be about Sigge, not his whimsical mother. Martin will have a splendid time. Now I will feed my baby boy, and I post a few snippets of my high-lights lately. This summer has been fantastic!</div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-41679852345483689242011-08-06T12:42:00.000-07:002011-08-06T12:49:15.383-07:00The bliss of getting Sigge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljDBVKoXr4-XL4PR9aGOKChKvfGKWXbOhqETH6tvZrK-MYTu6tCsA4QAzKFfVk3Cp0Jl1GrcF7QnM8R6I1Uy7K6-civ3JEw3flTf5xTq4wh0KjGbpJsGthQ8tjgOjuqorFsUEcEYjXXo/s1600/DSC_0960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljDBVKoXr4-XL4PR9aGOKChKvfGKWXbOhqETH6tvZrK-MYTu6tCsA4QAzKFfVk3Cp0Jl1GrcF7QnM8R6I1Uy7K6-civ3JEw3flTf5xTq4wh0KjGbpJsGthQ8tjgOjuqorFsUEcEYjXXo/s400/DSC_0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637832223562584418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-fyq7grs91GxHwsDZvULgVdlK8cqAhyphenhyphenhvvnthU3Syxc4PGJ1u4Tsh0HMbpb8aWqW-dK2q0goun9K4lP87iH6QQFlY3dtxwfk1OGe3B85v-FQ_dS2sU5zvFYQouZb5MoGL6c3Hp3DPhQ/s1600/DSC_0961.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-fyq7grs91GxHwsDZvULgVdlK8cqAhyphenhyphenhvvnthU3Syxc4PGJ1u4Tsh0HMbpb8aWqW-dK2q0goun9K4lP87iH6QQFlY3dtxwfk1OGe3B85v-FQ_dS2sU5zvFYQouZb5MoGL6c3Hp3DPhQ/s400/DSC_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637832218980074738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3cl8Lnxl4oiQtNV-vllcwfDPkm_ToxgG9-GOPQNCBGuemQXjW1TCUyuPA4deDTJg4yzRq8HrHZNXyubwp8IfaOnest05Kc-7ETRMEa_nWFi4KgSXXGjYPIPCcWEjELLCPsJcfXbAdRs/s1600/DSC_0962.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3cl8Lnxl4oiQtNV-vllcwfDPkm_ToxgG9-GOPQNCBGuemQXjW1TCUyuPA4deDTJg4yzRq8HrHZNXyubwp8IfaOnest05Kc-7ETRMEa_nWFi4KgSXXGjYPIPCcWEjELLCPsJcfXbAdRs/s400/DSC_0962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637832213743406866" /></a><br />Cara shows what we all feel - this wonderful little being is such a treat we all want to eat him - and Sigge lets us shower him in love.livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-22340725695396937332011-08-05T01:09:00.001-07:002011-08-05T02:53:07.604-07:00how do we introduce our children to the nastier sides of humanity?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VBwrOGlsKYkf-VZ4RCGnmVYxsLyU9kR5fnaVfUVFi3icTfUP0REO82JBHYPuGccHGRT-nSk-6SzZo9L_T0B_8_g1fiHsNC9c3iUH0kdCHvnLLh1KtSiQ2O73i8NYB4Z7pOle9dgh0cU/s1600/Photo+on+2011-07-10+at+14.32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VBwrOGlsKYkf-VZ4RCGnmVYxsLyU9kR5fnaVfUVFi3icTfUP0REO82JBHYPuGccHGRT-nSk-6SzZo9L_T0B_8_g1fiHsNC9c3iUH0kdCHvnLLh1KtSiQ2O73i8NYB4Z7pOle9dgh0cU/s400/Photo+on+2011-07-10+at+14.32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637283481094507858" /></a><br />Cara was born a few weeks after September 11th - remember sitting watching the news with a hand on my belly wondering what kind of world I bring kids into. With Viktor it was London, Sigge turned up in time for Oslo - it is a new world of European terrorism which is hard to get a grasp on - there is nothing we can do to change that. What I find more difficult are the reports from Africa's horn. Famine seldom appears over night and it all starts and ends with governments not caring enough to make sure it's people is fed. Wars and bad infrastructure, ignorance and absence of schooling - no amount of money to the Red Cross will change that. I haven't given money to the current catastrophe yet - will surely like I always have in the pastbut need to find a way to comprehend why nothing has changed since Biafra. And if there is a smarter way to help. Not even sure if going volonteering will be worthwhile in a life-perspective as the famines keeps coming back. Oops, this milky scented baby blog suddenly get very political - but it has all to do with what kind of world we want to give our milky scented kids. The starving children are all over our newspaper that Cara reads and I need to talk to her about it but struggle to find words of reassurance. And then I think of how there were starving kids in Europe only a few decades back and how we now, obscenely enough, are combatting obesity whereas others starve. <div><br /></div><div>In sharp contrast to all the terribleness of the world we have had a glorious summer together. The weather has been fantastic. We have been on little day-trips to different parts of the Stockholm archipelago and Sigge is starting to turn around. We meet up with friends when they are around but mostly we just do our own thing. And now I have two days left of my parental leave - will come back to it in a few weeks but for now I try to conserve the last moments of the wonderfulness of late summer.</div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916480782244263231.post-34948146416797258752011-08-01T11:04:00.001-07:002011-08-01T12:15:43.897-07:00Hand-over week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJdT7Tbm5osYh-JUWqLQUg1K-R-nw0gbgFfXc0DmDvN1BONAkA7tW4Ue0j_i1s6vpieLbNLCFpqFcOMkcwdUXLepR2YCgheHhjR0pbQHtcIN2IHRLLWiLdk0Qz9n-OkBKSTHkevPPTpw/s1600/DSC_1062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJdT7Tbm5osYh-JUWqLQUg1K-R-nw0gbgFfXc0DmDvN1BONAkA7tW4Ue0j_i1s6vpieLbNLCFpqFcOMkcwdUXLepR2YCgheHhjR0pbQHtcIN2IHRLLWiLdk0Qz9n-OkBKSTHkevPPTpw/s400/DSC_1062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635963274794953058" /></a>Martin's turn to get the vomity wonderfulness of Sigge for a bit.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE82qAwflNTJTEByrDL_w7Kk0KmjcE9xzvDBiLCzE07UArlfBfPU2uRpy-zGoHwDkCLDbRy27LCrkzhMAedRtKynNwmgsn1wwrrEBW62wtlkQWIhG2foAIDkHsskhE3A44arG3Zy702k/s1600/DSC_0948.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE82qAwflNTJTEByrDL_w7Kk0KmjcE9xzvDBiLCzE07UArlfBfPU2uRpy-zGoHwDkCLDbRy27LCrkzhMAedRtKynNwmgsn1wwrrEBW62wtlkQWIhG2foAIDkHsskhE3A44arG3Zy702k/s400/DSC_0948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635963266756804274" /></a>and my turn to go to work without my little buberle<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTW1UdTYUo854ImdxL1kR9dwE3m5az-X2J6xYJXFe0GZ1j_OnzTFSnqByM9wM8f9g2xqqpD3h_h2fe9bo7yQ30kg2sin_TuIq-Eav-7idif_S7rDS7eNSJUI4rhHKLlF7i1wppB8vFSM/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTW1UdTYUo854ImdxL1kR9dwE3m5az-X2J6xYJXFe0GZ1j_OnzTFSnqByM9wM8f9g2xqqpD3h_h2fe9bo7yQ30kg2sin_TuIq-Eav-7idif_S7rDS7eNSJUI4rhHKLlF7i1wppB8vFSM/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635963264802636498" /></a>I have been tired lately, something to do with the three month dip in hormones I guess, I loose handfuls of hair every day and the days feels like a massive wall of thick jelly I have to get through. Had the same with Vik and Cara - cold showers works beautifully but at the moment the water is not cold enough.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgH0BCAX34Nz9ny3OyKE8e9XFjXhvKV52EMNkqeY6WzksvAaaoRxDMl2I5fLQAirZogKhQLZ66Wd3f23mp7sclyXNuadHQqE-Qo0gq-hphB0F4iF1y6SvX12WmfljG7xv5kRqai3Rdeo/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-01+at+20.46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OlqW0EzcUEHRgFtcrwZSGoRXacasyjWfZTo6c0c7j8QpnZ8ndRKn7-A6Eb3DWRTXsVINqC_Qq7pJ6axz_XrhpMKFru1OlN7z4NDacO7EcnB4A7wpr5f-JhPitVZcTdud1OiTojNUSLI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-01+at+11.47.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OlqW0EzcUEHRgFtcrwZSGoRXacasyjWfZTo6c0c7j8QpnZ8ndRKn7-A6Eb3DWRTXsVINqC_Qq7pJ6axz_XrhpMKFru1OlN7z4NDacO7EcnB4A7wpr5f-JhPitVZcTdud1OiTojNUSLI/s400/Photo+on+2011-08-01+at+11.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635963257004753938" /></a>all this hair doesn't help - Sigge likes grabbing it and today I had enough<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgH0BCAX34Nz9ny3OyKE8e9XFjXhvKV52EMNkqeY6WzksvAaaoRxDMl2I5fLQAirZogKhQLZ66Wd3f23mp7sclyXNuadHQqE-Qo0gq-hphB0F4iF1y6SvX12WmfljG7xv5kRqai3Rdeo/s400/Photo+on+2011-08-01+at+20.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635963259559291490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">so I cut it all off. Meanwhile Martin took the kids to an ice-cream shop and a park so Sigge could talk to some branches. Yesterday we went for a dip in the archipelago, lots of branches there, tomorrow a garden-party, Thursday probably back to the archipelago, Friday I work but I am sure Martin will find Sigge a nice tree and then the first phase of my parental leave is over, Martin takes a few weeks on his own to get into the rythm of Sigge and then we share - very excited to find out how it will work.</span></div>livhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08601693442584008265noreply@blogger.com0