Right, so now I am finally going to get back and start writing again, rather than just scrambling every Sunday evening to get my 366 post written.
The beginning part of this week, I was still down in southern Sweden with the boys, staying with my mother-in-law. Husband flew down on Wednesday morning and then we all flew back up to Stockholm that evening. It feels like we’ve been back far longer than just a few days, but that is because of all the drama since we’ve returned…
We took a trip with my mother-in-law to the large supermarket in a bigger town on Monday evening and the boys were transported around in style!
I managed quickly to snap this photo before Little O took these sunglasses off, but doesn’t he look cool? (Okay, yes, I am biased…)
This trip had turned Little O into a total Mummy’s boy, but that is already starting to fade now that we’re back with Pappa!
I spotted this vending machine at Kulturhuset. Little O had been at their Rum För Barn children’s area running off some steam before bedtime. However, best laid plans and all that… We spent the following 25 minutes walking around and around in the garage underneath our building, waiting for the real estate agent to let us know that he had left with some prospective buyers. They spent 40 minutes looking at our apartment!
After a very long day with a visit to the doctors’ surgery for Baby E to be weighed and receive his first batch of injections, two additional viewings on our apartment, a day-long rainstorm and a whole load of nail-biting “will they, won’t they” real estate drama, we ended up back at square one with the sale of the apartment and facing another two weeks of keeping the place looking immaculate. I could cry – in fact, I did… The only bright spot in the day was when Little O kissed his baby brother goodnight.
My gorgeous baby one celebrated a quarter of a year on Friday. He can look so serious and intense, so I just love it when he sees me or his Pappa or his big brother and bursts into a smile like this.
Husband managed to persuade me to have my photo taken with the boys. I really think that a) I should not wear that t-shirt again and that b) the mamma boot camp session that I have signed up for tomorrow cannot come soon enough! I had thought that I had managed to shed most of my baby weight, but this picture tells a different story… Little O also decided to dress up for the occasion, insisting on wearing his beloved “nee-nah” vest over the top of this pajamas!
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