On this day...
3 years ago: Forty-four months
5 years ago: Twenty months
10 years ago: Today: cycle parking

Current themes:

  • Talking. Adrian talks ALL. THE. TIME. Every thought that comes into his head, comes right out through his mouth.
  • Losing baby teeth. One is out and another one is loose and is irritating Adrian a lot.
  • Having to wash his hands, which he hates for some reason. He is grimy when he comes home from school, and somehow his hands always end up in his food to a greater or lesser extent, so I make him wash his hands several times a day. With soap, which makes it even more of an ordeal.
  • Star Wars: The Clone Wars. It’s the best thing since sliced bread.

Much the same as last month.

This month’s highlights include scout hikes (one that has already taken place and one to look forward to). And of course Ingrid is already looking forward to the two scout camps she’s going to attend this summer. Plus summer in general – she’s growing tired of school and homework and all that.

Current favourites:

  • Super short jeans shorts
  • The Sims 4 and Horizon: Zero Dawn
  • Katy Perry’s Bon Appetit

There appears to be something in privatized post and parcel companies that makes them inherently customer-unfriendly, even when it directly costs them money. (For an earlier case, do read this popular post about The total incompetence of Parcelforce.)

I ordered plants online. I’ve done this before, and the normal result is that I get a box delivered to my door. This time the plants were delivered by PostNord, which is basically the old Swedish Post combined with the old Danish Post. The experience was a bit surreal.

A week after the boxes were sent off, I got an SMS from PostNord, that the parcels were available for me to pick up at their delivery centre. After a good half-hour of waiting – while the long queue got slowly served by a single overworked, surly lady – I got four large boxes. All of them more or less mashed up, which was no surprise, given that they were handed to me in some random orientation, so they had probably been stored with the same care and attention, despite clear green “UP” arrows on each one.

A fifth box that was part of the consignment was not yet available for delivery. The tracking link I had informed me that PostNord had actually made an attempt to deliver the boxes home to me. Two days ago. In the middle of the day. Without any attempt to contact me in advance – even though they obviously had my phone number.

How on Earth can it make sense for them to waste their drivers’ time, trying to deliver to a home address in the middle of a working day, without any advance notice? How much cheaper would it not have been to send me a simple SMS, even just the day before?

Morning view from the top of Tranebergsbron.

May mornings are beautiful. I love the trees especially – all in leaf at this time of the year, but still fresh, tender, semi-transparent. In summer all trees are equally green, but in May, when the leaves are still young, their greenery has a lot more character. Some are bright green, others have a yellow tone, still others are coppery.

A singing bowl is a brass bell in the shape of a bowl. This one serves as our dinner bell.

I think of this bowl as “mine” because I got it as a Christmas gift – it was the one and only thing on my wish list for last Christmas. But really everybody in the house loves it. It makes such an incredibly beautiful, deep sound, with lovely harmonics, that carries to the other end of the house without being annoyingly loud. (Much more pleasant than me shouting “Dinner is ready!” through the house, or going from room to room to tell everyone.)

Whichever kid happens to be in the kitchen when dinner is ready gets the privilege of “donging”. Adrian especially loves to “dong” the bowl. Sometimes we do it for the sheer pleasure of hearing the sound, even though everybody is right there and nobody needs to be rung to dinner.

Already from a distance I could see that Ingrid was tired from the hike. She tends to get too little sleep on these things – can’t fall asleep, too cold during the night, has to get up for a trip to the loo, wakes up too early… I remind her every time to pack extra warm sleeping clothes, and every time she ignores the advice.

This afternoon she was close to collapsing, physically and mentally. She also insists that she is unable to fall asleep during the day. Well, I got Miss Unable To Sleep to lie down at least. She was fast asleep in ten minutes, and slept until I woke her three hours later.

Stacks of sacks of fertilizer make a perfect playground for kids with too much energy and no fear of getting dirty.

It is really hard to predict which new foods the kids will love, and which ones not. I still don’t understand why Ingrid loves sushi so much, but only with salmon and prawns. Or what’s so awesome about stuffed peppers, while other stuffed vegetables are “meh”. And why freshly baked garlic bread is the best thing ever, according to both kids, while Ingrid definitely wants no garlic in the sauce when she cooks spaghetti with tomato sauce.

Garlic bread, in any case, is delicious. I buy ready-to-bake mini baguettes and stuff them with as much garlic butter as possible (and make the butter seriously garlicky). And then I make a soup of some sort to accompany the bread, because garlic bread on its own does not count as dinner in my mind, although the kids would probably be equally happy without the soup.

This term’s last dance class. Ingrid loves disco dancing as much as ever and is talking about doing it twice a week the next term, one of which would be a preparatory class for competitive dancing.