För det första och förresten

För det första är vi ju i staterna nu.
Och förresten så är det min blogg och jag gör som jag vill.
Alltså, svenska. Det var väl en sak när vi reste och hade någorlunda intressant tillvaro.
Men att sitta i Schweden och blogga auf English för några få berörda som jag ändå håller kontakt med via mail och Facebook.... näe. jag switchar tillbaka.

Nu har vi varit här drygt en vecka. Jetlaggen har lagt sig. Den var inte speciellt jobbig för nån av oss faktiskt. Louisa somnar tryggt var vi än lägger henne på kvällarna, men har lagt till sig med att vilja komma och sova hos oss nångång vid tresnåret. Och det låter vi ju henne göra utan att bråka eftersom vem orkar hålla på med rutiner när allt ändå står lite på ända?

Idag ska jag köpa solglasögon. Solen skiner här. Och vi är ju som lite ovana vid det vid det här laget.

Here they come, the perfect ones

I just love parents who stone faced tell you ”I don’t manipulate my child” after I might have let on that I appreciate the fact that my 2 year old doesn’t remember at night that I promised her ice cream in the morning.

Or, “my child never watches television”. Well, good for you. My child hardly ever watches television either. Netflix on the other hand…

Or say, “we make it a special and fun time together” about getting dressed in fourteen layers of wool and fleece before leaving for preschool on a bike at 7am in the freezing cold. If that’s your idea of fun you need to explore life a little.

Ah, the perfect parents. F them.  

Back in action

After two days of sickness.
We've all been out. Mostly me. Although, Dylan would claim he's got it worse I am sure. And Lou's been dealing with a lingering cough and I figured she could use some rest.
Luckily though a) we're doing much better now and b) it was some kind of cold/flu-ish thing, not a stomach bug. I'm saying that because had anyone even thought about maybe throwing up we'd been banned from Christmans with the family for sure.

Still got a present or two left to figure out. Another batch of chocolates. Gotta make the pumpkin pies. They were a hit on Thanksgiving, even though I forgot the condensed milk.

disconnected

A weekend without internet and TV. Our router broke. Means you can’t work from home. Means you can’t watch cartoons. Can’t google answers when you’re playing board games to pass the time. I’ve made one batch of Christmas chocolates. The second kind I’m going to make calls for candy canes and apparently those are not as easy to find as one might think. But I’ve only checked three stores yet. There’s still hope.

We’ve also had some time to talk. About everything that’s really hard and how we feel about the transitions made. It’s been heart opening and difficult. As of right now, we’re not quitting but we’re not committing. To life here, that is. The only thing we’re really committing to is each other. I guess that’s how it has to be.  

Keep calm and yoga on

You know how they say you have to lead by example and kids will do what you do, not what you say?
I think that's fairly accurate and munchkin is definitely taking after us, in language, actions, etc. For example, her mom does yoga. At home.
So she does yoga.
On the floor in the middle of the IKEA entrance during peak holiday shopping....
Some shoppers sure got a kick out of that one. And complimented her three legged downward facing dog.

small feet and fat legs

Make it hard to find boots that fit.
She is seriously wearing the same socks I bought her as a 6 month old. They were big then, they're getting a little small now. But still.
Did I mention her head is in the 96 percentile.
It's a wonder she doesn't fall over, when you think about it.

Daddy's girl

Now that Lou is in preschool, Dylan doesn’t spend quite as much time with her anymore. Which is probably good for both of them.
He’s been a rockstar though.
I’m impressed and jealous.
Not of the work, cause it’s been a lot of work, but of the everyday routine they’ve developed. Just the two of them. I’ve never gotten that with her. I’ve never had an everyday routine where it’s just me and her and parks and poops and cries and naps and dirt and snuggles.

She has three names for him. Daddy. Pappa. And Duaawn, which is her take on Dylan and used only  when she needs him to really listen up.