\nIngrid didn’t want to go to preschool today either. She said she wanted to be with me instead. We talked about it… I told her that I needed to go to town today for some urgent shopping, and would do a lot of walking. I needed to buy a christening gift, and had left the shopping way too late (the christening is this Saturday) so online shopping was not an option. And I told her that she’d probably get bored without her friends, and that she wouldn’t like all the walking I do. (“I haven’t got anything to do” and “My legs are tired” are two ever-recurring refrains here.) But she insisted that she would not complain about either of those things. Fine, I said, we’ll give it a try.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd would you believe it. Not a single complaint about either boredom or tired legs.\n<\/p>\n
\nIt took us a while to get to town – there were severe disruptions to the train traffic. Just as we were approaching the station I was so glad that we’d make it just in time for the next train… and instead we found out that that train was cancelled. As the time approached for the next train, there were messages about it being delayed, first 10 minutes, then 20. So instead of just making it, we waited over half an hour.\n<\/p>\n
\nBy the time we were in Stockholm Central it was almost lunchtime. Because it was so late I skipped some of the shops I had planned to visit. A quick visit to a jewellery shop (which had nothing nice), the children’s department at NK (where I found both a nice gift and some chewy toys for Adrian), then a sushi lunch, and finally on the way back to the station we stopped by at Krabat<\/a> and Iris Hantverk<\/a>. I think Ingrid quite enjoyed the shopping experience: toys and handicrafts and other fun stuff to look at. She probably wouldn’t have liked it as much if I’d been shopping for shoes or curtain fabrics. Well, actually, she might have liked that, too…\n<\/p>\n \nIn the afternoon she didn’t want to go to her dance-and-play group either. We read a bit, she actually helped me hang laundry, and then played on her own for some time while I was making dinner etc.\n<\/p>\n \nAdrian was unusually cranky in the afternoon. Didn’t want to be carried or held, didn’t want his dummy or his toys, didn’t want to eat or sleep… I was getting really annoyed (pointless, I know, but I couldn’t help it) as I tried everything I could think of. Then he started screaming and finally I realized it was his tummy again. Felt really bad about being annoyed with the poor guy when he was in pain.\n<\/p>\n \nThe only things I ate that I hadn’t cooked myself were one piece of bread, and the sushi lunch. The bread had all its ingredients listed and it was almost the most basic bread you could imagine: 2 kinds of flour, yeast, salt, sesame seeds. And I couldn’t see anything milk-like in the sushi either, no weird rolls with cream cheese or anything like that. According to the internet there’s no milk in surimi (“crab sticks”). What can it be?\n<\/p>\n \nThis is really bad, because if I cannot even eat bread or sushi, what am I going to do for lunch in the future? Bring my own sandwiches every time?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ingrid didn’t want to go to preschool today either. She said she wanted to be with me instead. We talked about it… I told her that I needed to go to town today for some urgent shopping, and would do a lot of walking. I needed to buy a christening gift, and had left the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[633,18,15,759],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adrian","category-dailies","category-ingrid_johanna","category-life_with_kids"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2354"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3439,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354\/revisions\/3439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}