There was a parent/teacher meeting at school this evening, for all parents in Adrian’s class. There was another one at the same time for Ingrid’s class, so we had to divide and conquer. I got Adrian’s class.

The meeting contained very little information, it was all obvious stuff. The only real point of the meeting was to meet the new teacher. Adrian’s class has gone through three teachers in two years, it’s almost become a joke. I really hope this one stays longer so that there can be some continuity and permanence.

In addition to the meeting, I got to see Adrian’s drawer were he stores his stuff, and the handmade sign on it. He’s apparently laid claim to the Moon.


He keeps growing taller and skinnier.

Art exhibition. Boooring. At least they had benches in some rooms.

(No, we don’t go to art exhibitions on school nights. These are from Sunday’s visit to see Lars Lerin. I got the dates mixed up when catching up with past photos.)



Adrian bought a “buried treasure” toy. He enjoyed the digging much more than I would have thought possible.

The actual treasure that came out consisted of parts for some little plastic figure and I doubt it will ever get played with. But that was never the point of this toy, anyway.

We were talking about plums, and that led to Eric baking a plum cake. And that led to me also baking a plum cake, because Eric’s was going to be yummy but not the kind of plum cake that I was craving.

I want my fruit cakes to have lots of big, luscious, juicy chunks of fruit in them. A cake should have enough batter to give it some structural integrity, but not much more – there should ideally be more fruit than cake. Quite often I decide that the amount of fruit in the recipe is ridiculously small and double it.

So we had two plum cakes, and it was interesting to see just how different they could be. Eric’s was like a loaf of banana bread but with plums instead of bananas: spicy, very moist, but with no clear plum flavour. Mine was dense, heavy, and with distinct pieces of plum.

Mine also had half a cup of sweet plum wine in it. (The recipe called for madeira, probably because most people don’t have plum wine at home…) Adrian tried the batter before I added the wine, and then the finished cake, and said the wine totally destroyed the cake. Eric and I thought it was the best batter ever.

Upside down plum cake (Swedish)



On the ferry from Tallinn back to Stockholm, there was entertainment for the kids, including a lady who made balloon animals for the kids.

It’s not like this was the first time they saw one of those balloon dogs… but for some reason, this time Adrian really fell in love with those balloons and wanted to make his own. We bought balloons and a pump, and he went wild. Ingrid also made some, but Adrian was completely obsessed. He stayed up past sundown, twisting more and more balloons into all kinds of creations. Several dogs, but also many, many swords (which was the easiest model to make) and lots of free-form doodles and squiggles.




We’re heading home again.

We usually stop for a picnic lunch when we’re about two thirds of the way from Tartu to Tallinn. There is a real shortage of nice stopping places along that road. The roadside caf├ęs we’ve tried have all been dingy and unpleasant. Sometimes I’ve simply turned into a random small road off the highway and then stopped as soon as we get some distance away from the highway. Beats having a picnic in a parking lot, but not by much…

The one nice place I’ve found is the churchyard of Anna church. There’s a small meadow in front of the church and a larger one behind the churchyard. They’re grassy and shady, and we have the pretty church and the wooded little graveyard to look at.

There is an old school cool water pump in the meadow behind the churchyard. Not made for Adrian-sized users.