Morning: took the bus to Vällingby to go to H&M and Lindex, and swap some of the clothes that Adrian got for Christmas to larger sizes. We’re pretty well stocked with the sizes he has now. We liked the gift outfit but thought it would work better for a crawling baby, so I swapped size 68 for size 80 instead, which should work for an almost one-year-old.

Lots of fresh wet heavy snow, almost sleet, coming down all day. Getting around with the pram was HARD. But currently Adrian much prefers the pram to the sling when he is awake, so pram it is, even though it feels like it’s ploughing through the snow.

Two disappointments in Vällingby: Hemköp had no butternut squash (and it is the only supermarket within easy reach for me that normally does have it), and the nursing room is looking dingier and dingier every time. I’ve emailed them, asking them to at least clean up the sofa; we’ll see if anything happens.

When we got home I parked Adrian in the buggy in front of the garden stairs, and spent 10 minutes shovelling snow. Not that it made much difference, since there was a lot more coming down, but I knew I wasn’t going to get another chance until possibly late at night. He seemed to find it at least moderately entertaining since he did not complain even once.

Took the sled with me when fetching Ingrid home; she was happy for a chance to ride instead of walking.

Full chaos in the evening: dinner collided with Adrian’s bedtime again, and at the same time I also had to pick up Ingrid who was playing at a friend’s place. Apparently when I put him to bed for the night, Adrian thought it was just for a nap, so after 20 minutes or so he woke and had trouble getting back to sleep again. I was running up and down the stairs, shushing him and popping in the dummy, while trying to make some sort of meal for myself, and then ran (literally) to pick up Ingrid, and we ran home again, so Adrian wouldn’t have to lie there screaming his head off. In the end I had instant noodles with spinach and an egg for dinner, microwaved since it got cold before I got a chance to eat.

Link of the day: Defective Yeti tries to read Moby Dick. His experience seems to mirror mine, but his comments are much funnier.