On this day...
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There is so much going on in his body and mind. And he seems to have so little control over it. And it doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

Even when he is in the middle of an activity, his body has ideas of its own. His feet climb the chair next to him. His body worms around on the floor. His mouth hums or makes random noises. His arms crawl into his shirt. His fingers poke or pull at things.

His mind goes off on tangents and forgets what it was supposed to be doing. What if everything we said “what if” about became real? What if make-believe games turned into reality, and then went back into his head when he takes a break to go to the toilet, and then came out again when he is done? What if he could go back to when he was younger, but not actually become younger?

“I like asking about words and things that I hear and that I don’t understand.”

  • Favourite fruit: crisp, hard apples
  • Favourite outdoor activity: cycling, especially on the trailer bike with me. Adrian is happy that cycling season has begun.
  • Currently reading: a lot of Bamse, and part 2 in the Örnfolket series
  • Good night stories: Rasmus and the tramp with me, Winnie the Pooh with Eric
  • Favourite plushie to sleep with: Yoda



After a lot of eating excellent Easter food and generally sitting around and not moving much, Adrian and I went out cycling. We cycled to Maltesholm, climbed some rocks, found a geocache or two, stopped at a playground, that kind of stuff. Just as we were about to turn around to head towards home again (and maybe pick up some more caches on our way) the April weather showed its unpredictable and changeable face, and went from sunshine to almost-hail and then to thick wet snow. Cycling in cold weather is not a problem, but big splodges of wet snow in my face made it really hard – I could barely keep my eyes open. It felt really good to get home.


We painted pretty eggs. They were so pretty that even Adrian, who doesn’t normally eat eggs, ate one.

If it was just about the painting, we could have done many more, but I feel we should paint only as many as we can eat. Which is not a lot. Boiled eggs are a good breakfast food, but not hard-boiled ones. That is not the most delicious way of preparing eggs. Hard-boiled eggs are OK when still newly cooked and warm, but after a day or two… not so much.


Recent official measurements by the school nurse: 136 cm, 31 kg. Unofficial current shoe size: 34-35.

Random facts:

  • Ingrid successfully manages and plans all of her school stuff herself. Homework, packed lunches for sports days, gym bag, and all other specials.
  • Ingrid uses her phone as a pocket computer. She plays games, posts on Instagram, etc. However she sort of forgets that it is a device meant for incoming communication as well. On the rare occasions when I actually try and reach her, after school while she is hanging out at “the club”, she almost never picks up and almost never notices my SMSs.
  • She likes fluffy, cool pillows – but when she goes to bed, she saves them “for later” and instead puts her head between the pillows so as to not squash them. Then of course she falls asleep there so the “later” never gets a chance to happen. Same with candy – she saves the best candy and eats the less good stuff first, so the best ones end up being thrown out because they are so old.
  • She likes looking at photos of herself, both baby photos and the things I post on the blog. She usually skips all photos and blog posts about other things.
  • We went through her wardrobe to sort out clothes she has outgrown or no longer likes. Almost everything went out, except blue jeans and a couple of tops and t-shirts. Almost everything was “too much colour”, “too many hearts”, etc. Skirts and tights are completely out. We will need to do a lot of shopping soon if she is to have anything to wear this spring and summer.

  • Favourite item of clothing: a lacy black dress
  • Favourite movie/video: The Amazing World of Gumball
  • Currently reading: Fröken Europa
  • Most recent movie: Boss Baby
  • Playing: Horizon: Zero Dawn, after seeing Eric play it, and Lego Harry Potter
  • Bedtime stories: Harry Potter book 5, and Howl’s Moving Castle (which I read to her in English, because she liked the movie)


We don’t have a habit of bringing back presents when we travel. But Arlanda Airport has a large Pocket Shop that sells sticker books that normal bookstores don’t have. The kids have been waiting for months for me to go on a flight so that I can buy sticker books for them.


Pokemons attacking the Qixels castle.


The situation at work is spinning out of control.

We got a new CEO a couple of months ago. Various workshops about our processes and practises followed, and were welcomed by the team, because we knew things needed to change. Agreement was easier to find in some questions than in others, but in general, we worked until we agreed on key points.

Now I feel that the development process has effectively been hijacked by the CEO. The development teams no longer have much say about important parts of it.

Previously we had workshops. Now we have meetings where we are told what to do. We sigh with resignation, and he does not seem to even notice.

We do not have agile self-organising teams any more. We have top-down planning and scheduling instead. We don’t really even have teams any more – just a bucket of people. (A “bucket” being the technical term for “an unordered collection of weakly related items”.)

The chances that I will still want to be with the company in, say, half a year’s time are decreasing by the day. Currently I’d put them at 10%. This thought actually feels quite liberating.

So I went to the gym and took out my frustration on the kettlebells. I cycled to and from work to tire myself out, so I can sleep at night. When I got home, I found peace in photography again, and then attacked some of the more stubborn large rocks in the ditch I’m digging.


I noticed Adrian’s fingers in yesterday’s photo. Dirty, uneven fingernails, ragged cuticles. Ingrid’s fingers look only a little bit better. My own cuticles are not very pretty either.

None of us pay much attention to our hands. I make them wash their hands before meals (and after meals as well since Adrian somehow always ends up with his hands in his food) and cut their fingernails when I notice them reaching monster claw size. Ingrid picks at the skin at her fingertips, and often tears away ragged nail edges instead of clipping them – out of pure laziness as far as I can tell. Adrian doesn’t seem to notice his fingers at all, ever.


Adrian proudly showing off the gap after his first lost baby tooth.