Dishwashing

Oh, the challenges of parenthood. Who would have thought it would be so difficult to get the dishwasher started?? A picture is worth a thousand words... Well, this one is worth at least a couple hundred. It would have been worth more if I had managed to get a shot of the Elephant crawling around inside the dishwasher.

Confessions of a Mother

Jag har varit mamma i drygt ett år nu, något jag längtat efter att få uppleva i nästan ett årtionde. Moderskapet är helt fantastiskt och vi har världens finaste, mest underbara lille kille. Han gör nya saker varje dag, strålar som solen, säger mamma och ger långa goa kramar. Vad mer kan man önska sig? It's like I died and went to heaven. Ändå kan jag ibland känna att det skulle vara väldigt skönt att gå iväg nån timme själv på kvällen när "pappa" kommer hem. Åka och handla mat till exempel, gå i lugn och ro i mina egna tankar eller bara rensa huvet, utan ansvar för en annan liten människa. Det är rätt intensivt med en ettåring som klättrar upp på köksbordet och leker med mammas Höganäs medan jag sopar upp lite matrester, går hinderbana bakom teven så sladdarna slits ut, tuggar på ludd, grus och matrester, kartongböcker, fjärrkontroller och varför inte lite blöja. Inte helt fel med en liten break efter ett sådant dagspass. 

Espen, 8 månader. Grrr!

A good day

I think Espen has had a good day and I know his mommy and daddy have. While I have been busy getting my desk in order today, Espen has been busy dancing, running errands with Pål and getting weighed. Pål and Espen made dinner and I made a razzleberry pie. Now it's time for some zzzzzz's.

Riverdance





Espen LOOOVES his wooden spoon!! It's even inscripted. "Baby's spoon to drum with and chew on." Thank you, Rachel!

My First Stick

Here are a couple of pictures from today's walk. The three of us had a picnic and Espen found a yummy stick. He almost lost an eye and then he choked on it but I think he thought it was worth it. I'm sure some of you are wondering what kind of mom I am but you can relax. Well, at least I'm usually more careful.
Seeing Espen gnaw away on this twig reminds me of my little brother Rasmus at about eight months with a slightly thicker twig between his teeth, like a rose stem, only he had to bite down hard on it so his cheeks didn't push it out of his mouth.

Watching Espen also brought back memories of the piles of sticks we always used to have by the front door when I was growing up. I have three brothers and they were all known to lug sticks and branches and other finds from the woods home. Mom would let them take it all home, just not inside. That's where she drew the line. She knew how important those swords were to her sons and I wonder if they will be important to my son as well.