Soft clothes, uncut hair, usually somewhat grimy and with scabbed-over knees. He doesn’t seem to notice dirt much, neither on himself nor his clothes. I have certain standards in that regards, so I usually inspect him before I put him to bed in the evening. Quite often I find his clothes so dirty that they go straight into the laundry hamper, no matter how favourite they are.

Another part of the evening routine is the application of various creams. He has dry skin, although that’s become much better after we left winter behind us. He also has one molluscum wart – just one! – that has been bothering him since last summer already. The wart itself sometimes itches a bit but really isn’t too bad, but unfortunately it irritates the skin around it so Adrian keeps getting eczema in the crook of his elbow. We salve it and it goes away, and then it comes back again. Both Adrian and I are quite fed up with it now.

Adrian likes climbing trees, and has often told me he wishes we had better climbing trees in our garden. But the ones we do have are pretty OK too. And of course he climbs every climbable tree we find when we’re out in a forest or park somewhere.

The era of Bamse is over and Adrian has graduated to reading Kalle Anka instead. When a new Bamse issue arrives he still reads it, but is done with it in five minutes. And he no longer spends all evening reading old issues. Instead, Kalle Anka is the thing.

Of games, Minecraft is his favourite, especially when we play it together. He likes building best, especially tall constructions with towers. I’m more into exploring and mining. In our current world his ongoing projects include a trampoline made out of green slime blocks, and a sniper tower that he wants to use for shooting monsters from a safe distance. (We’re not very good at fighting monsters and I regularly get killed when I run into skeletons, and then we have to restore from a save point and that is annoying. We do want some monster excitement in our world, but ideally all the monsters should be clearly weaker than us.)

And Pokemons, of course. He’s saved up so he could buy a used iPhone on which he can play Pokemon Go. We paid enough to get him a phone, because before long he will be walking home from school on his own. That was about half the cost of a modern-enough iPhone, and he contributed the other half. It remains to be seen if it ends up like Ingrid’s “Pokemon Go phone” which was initially so very important and which she now almost never actually uses for Pokemon Go.

Random fact: he likes carrying out small lumps of Blu Tack-like putty and playing with them: squeezing, pulling, rolling, pressing them onto his thumbnail or an uneven patch of wall, etc. I think he probably keeps one in every pocket.

This month’s big new thing is the new haircut of course. It’s taken me a while to get used to it, but now Ingrid no longer looks like a stranger. She herself is amazed by how easy to care for the shorter hairdo is – how she can wash her hair in the morning and have it almost dry before it’s time to leave for school.

Ingrid’s mornings are otherwise getting lazier. She wakes when the alarm goes off at seven, but it usually takes half an hour before she actually gets out of bed. The bed is so fluffy and cosy, she says. So she lies there and fiddles with Instagram och Snapchat and such. Once she does get up, she’s fast and efficient, and her breakfasts are light, so she still gets out the door in time.

Instead she stays up later and later in the evenings. We used to have nine as the cutoff for good night stories – if she wasn’t in bed by then, no story. Then we shifted to reading until nine-thirty, so as long as she got in bed at least five minutes before that, Eric or I would read for her. Now she isn’t even in bed before ten on most evenings, and stories really aren’t happening any more.

In the evenings, she likes listening to The Hunger Games. That’s because she’s not allowed to play games or watch movies late at night, which is what she would prefer to do. When she isn’t playing, she likes to draw cute pictures, especially of cats.

At school, with less than a month to go until school’s out, there’s less and less actual schoolwork happening and more and more events of all kinds. The kids from the entire school ran the Järvastafetten relay race (together with kids from other school); they had an “open classrooms” morning where kids held lessons for the parents; and outings of various kinds.

Bits and pieces:

  • Making plans for Comic Con Stockholm, which takes place in September, and thinking about how to earn more money in time for it, so she can buy more stuff there
  • Broadening her range of dinners and cooking from new recipes rather than the same old five favourites
  • Trying out the Swedish “Saturday candy” thing

I’ve volunteered to be the kitchen manager for Spånga scout group’s spring camp. Now that both Ingrid and Adrian are scouts, and getting so much enjoyment out of it, I felt I should contribute at least a little bit.

This evening a few of the scout leaders responsible for the arrangement went out to Gåseborg to recce the intended camp site – to plan out where the scouts’ tents will be, where to have the evening gathering, where to put the kitchen etc.

Much of the area was still quite wet, but we’re counting on the ground drying up in the coming weeks.

I volunteered as kitchen staff at a summer camp two years ago, so I have a rough idea of what is involved, but the step from just chopping and stirring to planning the whole thing is big. I hope I don’t overlook some essential part so that we end up with 150 hangry scouts!

Still working on the cardigan.

The hedges I planted last year are coming along nicely. A few bushes look like they almost died, but even those are getting new leaves.

Ingrid got a stylish new haircut. She looks so different! It keeps catching me by surprise whenever I see her again after she e.g. leaves the room.

We went to see The Sound of Music. Got to the venue a bit early, went in to the vintage clothes shop next door to pass the time. Adrian fell in love with the 19th century top hats and was rather disappointed when he heard the prices.

He always sets up the code and I always get to guess.

It is my turn to bake for this week’s Friday fika at the office. My colleagues will get kaerahelbeküpsised, Estonian-style oat cookies with candied orange peel, one of my favourite kinds of cake. I could eat these every day, but the rest of the family don’t find them as moreish as I do. It’s nice to have an excuse to bake them.