I try to take a photo every day. But often I get so caught up in the day itself that I forget to take a step back and observe and document. I have this camera bracelet that I wear to remind me to take a photo. I don’t often consciously think of the bracelet, but I do notice that when I wear it, I’m more likely to take photos.

Teambuilding at work, with boule (petanque) at Boulebar Liljeholmen. Somehow my two-person team won – mostly due to luck rather than skill.

The game was accompanied by dinner, of course. Afterwards I was so full that instead of going straight to the nearest tube station, I walked to Årstaberg station along the waterfront. It was a lovely night, warm even though it’s only mid-April.

I don’t think I’ve ever been to that part of Stockholm before. It felt nothing like the city with its hundred-year-old terracotta-coloured buildings, and nothing like suburbian Spånga of course, and nothing like the cookie-cutter modern apartment blocks of Vällingby or Tensta. Especially at night, it felt more akin to the waterfronts of London: glass facades, and lights gleaming in the dark.

I borrowed Ingrid’s desk for a long phone conference (gaming was going on in the “office”). There’s a lot of important stuff here.

A beautiful day, and we went out walking in Grimsta.

When I go walking, I walk. The kids can’t just walk. They need games, challenges, role playing, entertainment.

Taking turns picking the direction we walk, for example:

Or turning the path into an adventure trail with obstacles to jump over or crawl under:

Or balancing on fallen trees. This one was quite challenging. Ingrid had to make several attempts, first from one end and then from the other and then from the first one again:

When we got to Kanaanbadet, we grilled sausages and marshmallows. These were apparently the best thing ever.

Workday breakfast.

I have no appetite early in the morning. The ideal time for breakfast is just short of 2 hours after waking up. So I normally have breakfast at my desk at work. Usually it’s a few slices of Eric’s home-baked bread, and a glass of nice juice.

Adrian’s fingers after drawing.

He draws a lot right now.

It was spring, and then suddenly it wasn’t. Temperatures are freezing outside and it feels nearly freezing inside as well. We’re wrapping ourselves in blankets and turning up the heat again.

Ingrid cooking dinner while dancing to Hamilton.

Hamilton is going round and round on the Sonos when Ingrid is at home, sometimes straight and sometimes shuffled. She knows all the songs by heart by now and mixes them up to get some variety – it’s more about the music than the story.

Ingrid’s theatre club had their final performance today. Unfortunately, while photography was allowed, sharing photos from the performance on social media wasn’t, so here’s one of Ingrid and her grandfather after the show.

(The show was a modern version of Cinderella; Ingrid was one of the stepsisters. Two random thoughts: (a) nearly all kids need to practice their elocution and speak slower and more clearly, and (b) Ingrid looked lovely in the yellow, draped dress, which she would never choose to wear outside the theatre.

We’re going through all the clothes in Adrian’s dresser, sorting out the old, outgrown, unliked, worn-out ones to make more room for the clothes that Adrian actually wears. Some of his softest, most favourite t-shirts were size 4–6 years and clearly way too small to my eyes, but he still wanted to try them on to make sure. Others he discarded without a second thought.

The current favourites are long sleeve t-shirts that I recently found for him at Polarn o Pyret, after much searching. They have flat seams (important!) and are a size or two too large for him (also important!) for that perfect floppy, comfy fit.