Celebrity spotter no more

An English Mamma in Stockholm: sven goran eriksson iphone photo

Can you see who it is?

Last night, Husband and I went out for a rare dinner together, just to a restaurant down the road, but a lovely evening out. And I committed a faux pas here in Sweden. I got all excited about a minor celebrity* who was standing in the doorway, deciding whether to come into the restaurant. Yes, I nudged Husband and tried surreptitiously to indicate to him who was there. But I’m afraid that all of that will have to change soon, because I have applied for Swedish citizenship. And acknowledging celebrities is just not the done thing in Sweden.

As of December last year, I’ve been living here in Sweden for five years, and so I decided to start the process to apply for citizenship as it gives me the right to vote in general elections here (rather than just local and EU elections) and also means I will have the same dual nationality as the boys. And then the talk in the UK of a potential referendum on Europe spurred me on actually to do something about it.

So I checked out the citizenship pages of Migrationsverket, the Swedish immigration authority. According to the website, to apply for citizenship as a citizen of an EU country you need to have been registered (folkbokföring) and have resided in Sweden for five years, have no criminal record, are over the age of 18 and be able to prove your identity (with a passport etc). As I qualify on all counts, my next step was to apply for permanent uppehållsrätt (permanent right to reside) in Sweden. The form for this was pretty straightforward and then I just had to send off some paperwork with it (a copy of my passport identification page, proof from Skatteverket, the tax authority, that I have lived and been registered here for five years, a confirmation from my employer (arbetsgivaresintyg), as my right to reside here is employment-based, and five years of tax confirmations from Skatteverket). Once you have been granted the permanent right to reside (or PUR), then you can apply for citizenship online. (I love this about Sweden!) After that, all you then need to do is send them your passport for a short while and that’s it: citizenship.

I duly did this and naively expected to hear a confirmation from them within a couple of weeks – after all, I am an EU citizen so it should all just be a formality, shouldn’t it? After a month, I gave them a call and discovered that the process can take as long as six months (and on the website it says that it is currently taking as long as 11 months).

What I also discovered was that there are two routes to citizenship: the way I have done it, applying for PUR first and sending in all the paperwork and then applying online; or applying online for citizenship and applying for PUR at the same time. The second method means that once you’ve applied online, you then need to send in all the paperwork. According to the woman I spoke to at Migrationsverket, the process is two sides of a square and takes pretty much the same time, whichever route you take.

So there you go: by 2014, I should have Swedish citizenship and will no longer be allowed to get all excited by the sight of celebrities mingling among us or to take bad iPhone photos of Sven Göran Eriksson.

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* It was Anders Bagge, one of the Idol judges, in case you’re interested… ;)

Photo 366 challenge – week 10

Into double figures with the weeks now – and spring seems to be on its way in Stockholm. We’ve had some lovely sunny days this week and the temperature has even reached 9 degrees. Bliss! However, this week has been about real life getting in the way and I’ve not been able to concentrate so much on taking photos. We’re waiting for some big news and I am counting down the hours until mid-morning on Monday…

Day 65:

The latest issue of Gurgle magazine

Gurgle magazine arrived! I got very excited and read half of it within the first hour after opening the plastic. I love this magazine and turn down the corners of so many pages – filled with lovely things and great ideas.

Day 66:

A wall just crying out for a picture

This wall has been, literally, a blank canvas for the past three and a half years. But no more! We’ve bought a picture for it at last. I marked its potential position with some masking tape to give us an idea of how much space we’re filling. Cannot wait for it to arrive now.

Day 67:

Polishusparken, Stockholm

On Wednesday, after collecting Little O from preschool, we headed to the main city police station with Baby E to pick up his brand spanking new passport. Since the beginning of March, if you live in Stockholm, you have been able to book a time to order a passport online on the police website. We booked a time for last Saturday and on Tuesday I received an sms informing me that it was ready for collection. Really great service!

Day 68:

Seems we just missed the wolves' feeding time...

Little O was a bit under the weather on Wednesday evening, so we decided to keep him home from preschool on Thursday. In the morning, we visited our favourite playground and in the afternoon we took the tram to Djurgården to visit Skansen, the open air museum. Skansen has a zoo of animals native to the Nordic countries, including wolves. Apparently, the wolves had been fed earlier in the day and this was a little of their leftovers…

Day 69:

Learning to hold the spade properly

A big day for Little O as he learned how to hold a spade properly. Now he is far more efficient at moving the sand from bucket to bucket!

Day 70:

Concentration

On Saturday, Little O got a crash course in using the iPhone from Husband. I am not sure how wise a move this really is…

Day 71:

The last snow of the year (hopefully!)

Little O, Baby E and I went for a long walk in the sunshine this afternoon and Little O managed to find the last patch of (filthy-looking) snow to play on. We also had fun picking up the melting ice from the ice skating rink in the city centre and watching it melt in our hands. And then Little O had his photo taken by a group of Chinese tourists, who declared him “cute” – yes, of course he is!

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So that was the week that was. As I said, a little bit boring this week as there were too many other things going on with real life… Now head over to The Boy and Me and check out what others have been up to this week!

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Photo 366 challenge – week 7

A bit of a mixed bag of photos this week from me – some of Little O and some of the things I have seen. It has been a strange week really. Husband is coming to the end of his intense working period, which means he will finally be able to take some leave, for which I am incredibly grateful. Baby E’s first four weeks have not been the easiest, but I just glad that it was like this with him and not with Little O. I cannot imagine how I would have coped being largely on my own for four weeks with a first baby!

Day 44:

Photo © English Mamma

I’m trying to psych myself up to filling in this form to apply for Baby E’s Swedish passport. We have a slot booked at the police station to hand the forms over and get his photo taken on 5 March. So there is only so much procrastinating that I can do. (And then there is the joy of the British passport application after this…)

Day 45:

Photo © English Mamma

Not sure that they should really be recommending that people do this. (Although it has worked out well for Husband and I!) I got my Valentine’s wish today. I phoned Husband as he was on his way home and begged to know, over the sounds of a screaming Baby E and wailing Little O, when he would be home. He was two minutes away but planning a detour to buy me flowers. The flowers idea got shelved and he walked in the door two minutes later to rescue us – the perfect Valentine’s gift!

Day 46:

Photo © English Mamma

On Wednesday, I finally found the time to print out, write and post the thank you cards for Baby E’s gifts. I know I really should have done this sooner, but people will forgive me won’t they? After all, life can be a little, shall we say hectic, with a toddler and a newborn.

Day 47:

Photo © English Mamma

About an hour before I was due to pick Little O up from preschool, I had a call from them to say that he had a fever of 38 degrees and please could I collect him a little earlier. I bundled Baby E up in his snowsuit, into the stroller and jumped on the bus. By the time I got there, it was only half an hour before I would normally have collected him and it was snack time. We already knew that Little O loves his food but I really found out just how much. Despite a fever, he sat and ate three sandwiches and drank two cups of milk, while I waited for him, sweating in my winter coat. Two other little boys also had fevers and were awaiting collection; they both flopped their heads down on the table and one sobbed quietly. Not Little O – by the time he decided that he was ready to go home (at the time I would normally have collected him anyway), he also decided that he was well enough to run round and round the cloakroom seven times… Not too feverish then! Given how well he seemed, I took him to the hairdressers for a long-overdue haircut, as you might or might not be able to see in this photo.

Day 48:

Photo © English Mamma

One of Little O’s more unconventional sleeping positions!

Day 49:

Photo © English Mamma

As part of the toddler tantrums that have started recently (poor thing, he gets so incredibly frustrated that he cannot make us understand him), Little O is also showing his willpower. And this is what Little O was determined to wear yesterday afternoon. The fire engine/police car vest was something that he had grabbed in H&M and refused to let go of. We then had a little to-do at the till when, after explaining 12 or so times that he’d have to let go of it so I could pay for it, I had to wrestle it from him for an interminable 30 seconds while the girl scanned it and removed the security tag. I had not realised until yesterday just how loud Little O could scream. (He woke this morning and brought the same outfit to Husband to have put on him. Oh joy…)

Day 50:

Photo © English Mamma

Little O loves to return Baby E’s little pink elephant rattle to him if he has dropped it. It is moments like these that I cherish, when I see Little O being so gentle with his baby brother.

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Take a look over at The Boy and Me’s site and see what she and others have chosen as their favourites of the week:

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